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Everyone's gaze passed over him and moved to the person.
This was an elderly man, his hair and beard pletely white, looking to be around 70, but fortunately, his spirits were high, and he exuded a dignified presence as he sat there.
"Pei Qian," the elderly man slightly nodded, "Professor at the Academy of Fis, specializing in ese painting."
The elderly man had araordinary air about him, his speech cise and forceful.
The person was the "chi head" fat guy. He grabbed his disheveled hair and, feeling somewhat awkward, said: "My name is Ben Fu, I'm a programmer, you know, a coder. I'm 28 this year, but I started early, been doing this for almost 10 years."
After saying this, he lowered his head and added in a soft voice: "Apart from my profession, I don’t really have any other specialties."
He knew very well that in this era, his skills were probably of little use.
At that moment, Jiang g zily sat up, stared at the fat guy, and suddenly spoke: "You’re lying! I’ve never seen an old programmer who isn’t bald!"
He poi Ben Fu's "chi " head and said, "How e your hair is so thick?"
Ben Fu jumped in shod quickly pulled off his wig, holding it up to show everyohis is fake. I was in my third year in the industry when I...”
Everyone looked at Ben Fu's "Mediterranean" hairline and finally rexed.
were the pin woman and the seductive woman.
The pin woman ical housewife named Li Lu. Acc to her, she had a husband who worked as a gover employee, out early and home te, and a 3-year-old daughter.
She usually stayed home to take care of her daughter, the house, cook, and occasionally took care of pnts and flowers. Like the fat guy, she was good at housework, but nothing else stood out.
The seductive woman gave a simple self-introdu. Her name was Yu Man, and she openly stated that she worked the nightlife. After that, she slightly pursed her sexy lips and, with a breathy voice, said: "Nightlife."
Jiang g couldn't help but shudder.
However, the man who introduced himself as Zh's eyes grew dim.
A pastor, a painter, a programmer, a housewife, a night worker... At least for now, none of them seemed useful.
What he needed were people with specialized skills—like criminologists, surveyors, actuaries, or people like himself, meticulous and skilled at analysis and summarizing.
What are all these people?
He put his hope i two people.
No, to be more precise, his hope inned o man.
Gradually, Zh's gaze became more intense. As the you ever vice president of Qiang Iional Group, his success was built on his accurate analytical ability and forward-looking insight.
This allowed him to dominate in the iment industry, with few rivals.
He was certain that this man before him was extraordinary.
Jiang g was sitting calmly, exuding araordinary aura. Zh began profiling him using his professional skills and insights.
The man before him appeared to be in his early 20s, good-looking, but with ordinary taste in clothes, not someone who looked like ao a prestigious family.
His movements were rge and purposeful, with no unnecessary gestures like rubbing his or scratg his head, indig strong psychological resilience. Being in this nightmare would not make him nervous.
The most striking thing about Jiang g was his eyes—seven parts proud and three parts indifferent. bined with his pletely uned attitude, it showed he had nard for anyone present, including himself.
What kind of person is this?
Zh’s curiosity about him reached its peak.
He had a feeling this person would be the key to crag the task.
All of this was just a fleeting thought. Zh quickly calmed himself and turned his attention to the woman.
Xiaomeng gnced expressionlessly at a book on the windowsill.
The book was very old and covered in dust. It was a traditional stitched book, and its cover was heavily worn, making it hard to read the title, except for two words in the middle: "Sculptor" and "Hero."
Xiaomeng smiled faintly and uood. She looked up and said, "You call me Xiao Longnu. I'm a w school student and currently interning at a w firm."
Xiao Longnu.
Though everyone uzzled, no one made a big deal out of the casual name.
Zh, even more so, saw names as mere bels and focused more on the value of the person themselves.
Law school student, wyer... that sounded promising.
His gaze shifted to the st person.
Not just him, but everyone’s gaze was on this man.
Jiang g slowly straightened his body and sat upright, unsciously emanating an aura that caught people's attention.
This made Zh even more certain of his previous judgment.
The woman, who was calling herself Xiao Longnu, suddenly felt a subtle gaze sweep across her face. By the time she looked back, Jiang g had already shifted his gaze.
An inexplicable sense of fear rose in her heart, as though something big was about to happen.
"Hello, everyone," Jiang g said. "I'm Xiao Longnu's good friend, my name is Yin Zhiping."
As soon as he said this, the room fell silent.
Xiaomeng's expression ged from fusion to shock, and then to anger, her lips turning pale.
She trembled in anger, standing up abruptly, "Stop talking nonsense!"
Zh, ued in their retionship, was more ed with Jiang g’s value. Seeing the situation about to spiral out of trol, he quickly stood up.
After firming his thoughts, he quickly asked Jiang g: "Mr. Yin, what do you do?"
"I’m a model," Jiang g proudly said. "I work the night shift at a KTV, but I’m not like her." He pointed vaguely at Yu Man and muttered, "I’m in the high-end group, you know? I don’t work without an appoi. It's extremely hard for ordinary ers to meet me."
Zh: "???"
Everyone: "???"
Yu Man: "..."
Xiaomeng: "This guy’s brain is broken, don’t believe anything he says! I don’t even know him!"
Just as Jiang g reparing to defend himself and prove that he truly was a high-end model, a otion outside the door interrupted.
The arted off soft but sooed, apanied by a woman g and the sounds of chairs and tables colliding, making it sound very pitiful.
Everyone in the room was successfully distracted.
Zh stepped forward, lifted the curtain, and saw a middle-aged woman in her 4 at the door of the inn. A dark-skinned man was shoving her outside with a bad attitude, clearly impatient.
"I've told you so many times, if I didn’t see it, then I didn’t see it!"
The dark-skinned man, wearing a dirty apron, ushing the woman while threatening, "If I see you sneaking in again, I’ll break ys!"
The woman refused to leave arying te in. The man, angered, instinctively grabbed a rge wooden stick leaning against the door.
(End of the Chapter)
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