Chapter 850 (1/2)
There is a room in Zhejiang merchants guild hall, which is the last level that all applicants need to pass. That is the ultimate interview presided over by Ning Tao.
Those living dead people don't need an interview, because those living dead people have only one purpose, that is to live, give them food and living pills, and they will continue to contribute their faith energy. Jiang Xiaodong has taken over the task of refining the living pill. At the moment, he is working overtime in the base of the moon to refine the living pill.
It doesn't matter if there is no danfang. Just have Lin Qingyu and science and technology Xiuzhen Ding. Lin Qingyu has seen Lin Qinghua refining the life pill and remembers the spirit material and steps. Jiang Xiaodong only needs to draw a ladle according to the gourd. As for spiritual materials, what Ning Tao needs most is spiritual materials so far.
In two days, thousands of people signed up. After several rounds of screening, only a hundred or so people remained.
They come from all over the world. Some are high-level talents in different fields, while others are ordinary people without any skills. They all lined up in the corridor, waiting for Ning Tao's final interview.
When the door opened, a white young man came out of the room and complained, ”what kind of broken company? I have a doctor's degree in physics from Harvard and refused me? If I have a lot of big companies, don't regret if I leave!”
His words caused a lot of discussion in the queue.
”Did you hear what that guy said just now? Harvard's PhD in physics was rejected. What kind of person does president Ning want to recruit?”
”Does he want Hawking?”
”Isn't that an exaggeration?”
”What are the recruitment standards of this new God company and general Naning?”
”God knows.”
”I hope I can pass. I want to make my contribution to the cause of human exploration of the universe. It's OK not to pay me...”
A few minutes later, another black man came out of the room. He was dressed in ordinary clothes, had a thick calluses on his hands, and his dark face was full of smiles. Such a black man, at first glance, is not a person with higher education, but rather a construction worker or farmer.
”Friend, have you finished?” Someone asked him.
The black man smiled and said, ”after that, Ning always let me prepare, and I can land on the moon tonight. Ha ha, bless me, I am the first gangde to land on the moon! My tribe will be proud of me!”
Tribal people?
One chin.
”What degree are you?”
”I haven't read a book. I'm self-taught in English, but I can hunt and farm.”
A long line of top talent was stunned.
Senior talents with a doctorate in physics from Harvard don't want it, but an African farmer passed the final interview. Is this the case of Shenma?
Elizabeth came out of the door and beckoned, ”next.”
A middle-aged white man in a suit walked in.
There is only one desk and two chairs in the room. Ning Tao sits on the chair wrapped behind him
He pointed out the chair behind the desk to the white man who had just entered the door and said in English, ”please sit down.”
The middle-aged white man nodded, sat down in a chair, smiled and said, ”President Ning, I can speak Chinese.”
Ning Tao said, ”that would be better. Now close your eyes and relax.”
”This...” the middle-aged white man looked confused, and his eyes also showed a little nervous emotion.
”Close your eyes and relax.” Ning Tao repeated.
The middle-aged white man was more nervous, but he obediently closed his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, a dark wind swept his face, and his consciousness stagnated at that moment.
In the middle-aged white man's mind, Ning Tao quickly browsed the middle-aged white man's memory, with a sneer at the corners of his mouth
A minute later, the middle-aged white man opened his eyes. He shook his head as if he wanted to recall what had just happened, but he couldn't remember anything. It felt like the moment when he closed his eyes. He seemed to have entered deep sleep, let alone a dream. He didn't even feel at all.
”President Ning, just now...” the middle-aged white man said tentatively, ”what happened?”
Ning Tao said faintly: ”Mr. Conrad, senior agent of MI6, code 107, the place where you last performed your mission is Ukraine. You just came from there. Am I right?”
The face of the white man called Conrad suddenly changed.
Ning Tao then said, ”I could have let you disappear quietly from the world, but I'm in a good mood today and don't want to do so. Go back and take a message to the people of MI6 and say this is the last time. If you send someone to waste my time next time, no matter who comes, I'll let him come back.”
Conrad's forehead was already sweating.
Ning Tao scolded, ”get out!”