Chapter 450

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Yin Senpi ran and jumped happily along the stairs.

Since learning how to go up and down floors without the elevator, he no longer had to climb up from the back-street floor surfaces. Although climbing up the outer wall of the building was faster than the winding stairs, entering was truly inconvenient; there were few windows on the glass walls, and he had tried to chisel a door himself, only to be severely punished by Chen Yi.

From the 28th floor to the 1st floor took about a minute, but Yin Senpi still felt it was too long; taking advantage of the empty stairwell, he suddenly jumped down from the hollow of the 26th-floor stairs.

The stagnant air instantly became lively, like a lazy pig being chased running with all its might, and Yin Senpi let out a "he he" laugh.

With a "splash," someone else walked into the fire stairwell.

Yin Senpi quickly grabbed the railing beside him, his upper body hanging there.

"Hey, shall we go to KTV tonight?" a young man dressed obviously as a student asked the white-collar worker in black stockings.

The girl, while enjoying the hugging, said in a coquettish voice: "Let's go shopping; the night market is especially interesting."

Yin Senpi glanced at the black stockings and lost interest; he still did not understand the concept of uniforms. Instead, the office environment on the 8th floor, different from the Martial Arts Hall, piqued his curiosity.

Waiting a few seconds, taking advantage of the two men and women pretending to bite each other, Yin Senpi slipped into the Human Resources Company office from behind. Under the effect of the divine art "Balance," he was light as a cat that might get carsick, his paws making not a bit of sound.

"What is this?" The large photocopier on the right side of the door was an appliance not found in the Martial Arts Hall training hall.

Yin Senpi was curious about all appliances; he wanted to know why automobiles and elevators made him feel nauseous—when divine arts were ineffective, he could only seek help from the so-called scientific "witch doctor."

"You're from upstairs, right?" A clerk preparing to photocopy blinked her big eyes at Yin Senpi; if not for twenty years of practicing reserve, she would have swallowed her saliva right then.

Yin Senpi, as if unaware, asked in Chinese: "How do you know?"

Since the konjac cultivated in the vegetable greenhouses had a huge harvest, divine art knights could even eat high-grade food on ordinary days. On the West Continent, people had to keep talking to konjac to cultivate dozens of good ones, or place it in front of or behind the house where people could be heard talking. But on Earth, radios and recorders were the cheapest educational means; after eating konjac, Yin Senpi spoke Mandarin with correct pronunciation and tone, as standard as an entertainment program host on Jiangning City Wuxin County Television Station Channel 2.

"I can tell from your clothes." The clerk no longer cared about the documents in her hands; the romance novel trope of "seizing happiness" echoed in her heart, and she boldly said: "Is this your first time coming to the company? Do you want me to show you around?"

"Show around? Sure." Yin Senpi had no awareness of "I am a handsome man"; on the West Continent, people liked rugged big beards and muscular builds, and the square faces of white people were never popular.

The clerk clenched her small fist to cheer herself up, grabbed Yin Senpi's hand and rushed into the company, not even caring when her direct supervisor passed by.

"My name is Ye Jing, what's yours?"

"Yin Senpi."

"Surname Yin, sounds nice. Which floor do you work on?"

Yin Senpi answered honestly: "28, or maybe 32; sometimes I also go to the 18th floor."

Ye Jing's small fist clenched again: Great, definitely a high-level diamond bachelor!

"What's wrong?" After two consecutive times, Yin Senpi naturally noticed. He gathered divine power, carefully examining the thin woman before him, ready at any time to chop her dead with a hand knife.

Ye Jing proudly thrust out her C-cup small chest; in this era, they did not pay attention to bust size but to cup size—36D could not compare to 34C, and 32D was much prettier than 38E. Of course, 44H belonged to the horror movie category.

Yin Senpi had the habit of using women but no eye for appreciating them; he felt Ye Jing would not pose a threat, so he skipped the questions and simply kept sizing up various equipment.

A pearl cast in darkness! Ye Jing was secretly angry for a moment, then immediately smiled and said: "I'll take you to see the recruitment; the scene is huge."

She was worried other girls in the office would come and steal Yin Senpi away.

The headhunters responsible for recruitment were mostly men, and the women were generally older; occasionally there were two or three girls playing secretary roles, but they had no time to encroach on Ye Jing's territory.

The two chatted and laughed as they went to the second floor.

The second floor of Meijiang Building was originally a gathering place for restaurants, with both fast-food canteens facing white-collar workers of nearby companies and Western restaurants with a petite bourgeois atmosphere, as well as specialty restaurants facing shoppers and tourists. Later, after the Martial Arts Hall was established, because many students had huge appetites, Liu Xinyu presided over buying out the leases of all restaurants on the second floor, or simply renting them entirely, making them serve only the Martial Arts Hall internally, thus solving the dining problem.

Now, with the entry of Chen Human Resources Company, half of the third floor was simply made into a small restaurant, and the second floor was divided into another half; combined with the other half of the third floor, they were merged into Chen's private talent market, appearing wealthy and generous while monopolizing resources—during the precious metal development frenzy on the West Continent, the West River Water Fortress was indeed wealthy and generous, able to offer four or five times the market price to recruit people; anyone working in Jiangning, no matter which talent market they went to, would eventually come to Meijiang Building to test the waters, thus being able to see everyone's information; plus several bankrupt companies packaged as a whole, the mineral development of Shenqi Mountain would not be too slow.

If such a huge resource concentration were discovered on Earth and mined vigorously, the progress in three months would be three times faster than the West River Water Fortress; perfecting water, electricity, and transportation facilities was a must for mining, and this was also the reason the West River Water Fortress, with a hundred neglected undertakings, recruited people on a large scale.

Three wooden boards divided the exhibition hall of several thousand square meters into four parts, with 12 groups of 24 HR managers accepting resumes and interviewing applicants.

Usually, it took at most about 30 minutes to decide to reject an applicant, and two hours to decide to hire; plus it was a permanent recruitment center, so everything was well-organized.

"Today is Friday, some people for second and third interviews will also come; senior staff are interviewed in the small office on the third floor." Ye Jing was unhappy that the eyeballs were snatched by the recruitment fair, so she deliberately raised her voice: "We have several hundred interview experiences; half of the people are looking for resources outside, and the rest handle applications like this. I heard some interview managers ran north of the Yellow River; I really don't know how many people need to be hired to make up for their travel expenses; the Finance Department manager shouts in the office every day."

Yin Senpi seemed not to hear Ye Jing's complaint; his eyes stared straight at nearly a thousand orderly applicants and recruiters, and he asked: "Do their movements here need training?"

Ye Jing asked in confusion: "What movements?"

"Walking speed, detour positions; I think their movements are very smooth. Hmm, making way, diverting flow, each going to their own position..."

Ye Jing laughed: "How could that be; it's just recruitment. Recently, they need workers in construction and machinery; how would they train them to walk?"

Yin Senpi nodded as if understanding and as if not understanding, then after a while said: "Truly terrifying!"

"Ah?"

"Such an excellent organization is actually just a game made by a group of commoners; it is truly surprising." When Yin Senpi said this, he was thinking of the 200,000 soldiers Chen Yi required to be trained.

If there were 200,000 Combat Knights, no one could guarantee they could make full use of them; that was really too many. Even in the Temple War with millions participating, the troops able to join the frontline battlefield were very limited; otherwise, a war would not need to be fought for two or three years or even longer.

If all soldiers could participate in organizational ability as consciously and smoothly as those present, organizational work on the battlefield would be much easier. In fact, except for Heavy Cavalry and Heavy Infantry Square Formation—composed of wealthy freemen and Nobles—other troops did not require uniform actions, including Temple Knights, who charged onto the battlefield in the form of loose militia, with commanders often only giving targets and action areas.

Yin Senpi had once stayed in two different city-states; he couldn't help but consider: if ordinary people on Earth, like the applicants downstairs, could be organized according to certain rules...

"I'm going back." Yin Senpi no longer had the mood to watch; he had to go back and think carefully.

Ye Jing anxiously wanted to grab Yin Senpi, but how could she succeed; she only managed to see him disappear into the fire exit.

The golden turtle son-in-law ran like a wild boar; Ye Jing was angry like a porcupine. At this moment, a man in a handsome suit walked up the stairs and asked Ye Jing, who had a clear target: "Are you a staff member here? We want to find Mr. Chen Yi; where is convenient?"

"Shouldn't they look for the front desk?"

"They seem to have no time." The other person helplessly pointed downstairs.

Obviously, the front desk was suppressed by the crowded people; the Martial Arts Hall, with generous salaries, employed three quite pretty girls, while the Martial Arts Hall students were like a pack of wolves, staring at the kind little sheep whenever they had time, with endless things to say every day.

A group of men in suits stood in front of the fish pond in the hall, like a few little girls unwilling to go into the water, waiting for their colleagues' inquiries.

"Mr. Chen should be working on the top floor or somewhere." Ye Jing was unwilling to say more and hurriedly slipped away.

The man was helpless and had to keep calling, but got through to no one.

Chen Yi was still on the West Continent at this time, so naturally there was no signal.

Ye Jing had not yet entered the elevator when the man hurriedly followed her up, asking, "Can you tell us who is in charge now? I need to find Mr. Chen Yi."

"Find..." Ye Jing suddenly saw a disciple, immediately pointed toward him, and said, "They can meet Mr. Chen Yi."

The one pointed to was precisely Hou Wei, who had become a Level 6 disciple in the mid-term, later came from behind to become Chen Yi's In-house Disciple, and because his subsequent cultivation speed was too slow, although he remained in the front rank of Body Technique, he had already gradually turned to administrative work.

"We are here to find Mr. Chen Yi." The man immediately blocked Hou Wei.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, sorry, we are from the Tibet Office in Jiangning. Downstairs is also the Deputy Director of our Provincial Government General Office." (Unfinished. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian. com) to vote for Recommendation Tickets and Monthly Tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)