Chapter 906: Interview

Ye Qingran sat down there, and suddenly felt she was somewhat out of place.

Those Sweeping Maids saw Ye Qingran, such a great beauty, actually also coming for the interview, and each furrowed their brows, looking unfriendly.

"Yo, with those skinny arms and legs, you still want to be a Sweeping Maid? No way!"

"Who says otherwise? I've swept the ground my whole life; I can tell at a glance who's suited for sweeping and who isn't. This lass, she just doesn't have the fate for it!"

"Not bad, not bad—another competitor down!"

The nine Sweeping Maids chatted back and forth, targeting Ye Qingran everywhere, completely forgetting that just a moment ago they themselves couldn't stand each other.

Ye Qingran's mouth twitched.

Good grief, she never imagined she'd one day be fighting a bunch of middle-aged women for a job!

Ye Qingran sat in her seat; hers was the frontmost. Seeing Ye Qingran's elegant posture, the nine middle-aged women all began to imitate her.

But they completely failed to realize that elegance comes from within; their imitation ended up as a classic case of Dongshi imitating the frown.

The examiner was still the one in charge of registration at the gate yesterday, except that the young man responsible for recording information had his wrist wrapped in a bandage, presumably from writing too much yesterday, causing his wrist to give out.

Next, the written test began.

The Sweeping Maids were somewhat nervous, after all they weren't very literate, and the written test was their weak point.

Ye Qingran looked at the test paper and was stunned.

Question 1: Please compose a poem on the theme of "moon".

Good grief!

Those who didn't know might think this was a selection for poets or literary scholars!

You're hiring a Sweeping Maid, yet you test their literary foundation—isn't that overly unprofessional?

Is this what they call interviewing for a rocket but hiring to tighten screws?

Indeed, the ten Sweeping Maids who got the test papers went from being full of confidence to scratching their heads in bewilderment.

Forget writing poems—they could barely write characters!

"This is too much! What kind of question is this? They didn't consider us old maids at all!"

"Exactly, don't they know we're not very literate?"

Everyone muttered complaints while their hands stayed busy.

Although they weren't very literate and couldn't write poems, as soon as they learned they had entered the assessment, they immediately signed up for a crash course—still that kind of agreement class where they paid a hundred mysterious stones up front but would get eighty back.

Although a hundred mysterious stones was expensive, just thinking about being able to enter Wànlíng Xuégōng made them feel it was worth it.

Once they entered Wànlíng Xuégōng and became honored Sweeping Maids, would they still worry about not earning money?

Not far away, the two young people in charge of recruiting Sweeping Maids for this round smiled broadly.

This recruitment was just going through the motions; they deliberately gave these middle-aged women questions they couldn't answer, intending to push Ye Qingran forward.

The written test was short—only three questions in half an hour, and when time was up the papers were collected.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the scores were out.

"Wang Baofeng, three points."

"Wu Cuilian, two points."

"Zhao Yine, two and a half points!"

"Zhang Xiaomei, four points!"

About as Ye Qingran had expected, these middle-aged women's scores were dismal, the highest being the one called Zhang Xiaomei.

Zhang Xiaomei, the middle-aged woman, happily covered her mouth and laughed, "Hehe, that Zhong Gong class was great—it hit on one question!"

Hearing Zhang Xiaomei, the middle-aged woman, say that, the other Sweeping Maids beat their chests and stomped their feet.

"I had also planned to sign up for that Zhong Gong class! Too bad I got talked into it by Huatu!"

"Me too—I shouldn't have signed up for Fenbi!"

Finally, only Ye Qingran's score remained.

The two young men deliberately kept everyone in suspense, and the Sweeping Maids stared at Ye Qingran with unfriendly expressions.

"This woman is clearly just a vase! She definitely can't write poetry!"

"Exactly! That's got to be it!"

"Two points, no more than that!"

When facing Ye Qingran, the Sweeping Maids always found common cause against her—perhaps her beauty and bearing gave them a strong sense of crisis.

"Ye Qingran, ten points!"

A perfect score is ten points, and Ye Qingran actually got a perfect score!

As this score was revealed, the nine Sweeping Maids were stunned.

"What? Ten points? A perfect score!"

The Sweeping Maids were utterly shocked, wanting to question it but afraid of offending the people from Wànlíng Xuégōng, so they could only keep silent.

Ye Qingran was speechless.

Although she answered all the questions, in order to avoid too large a gap with the middle-aged women, she deliberately wrote some parts wrong—could the graders be blind?

And so, in this confused manner, Ye Qingran entered the interview with a perfect score.

"All right, next is the interview—follow me."

Upon hearing that the interview was about to start, the Sweeping Maids were pumped up like they'd been injected with chicken blood.

They secretly resolved to give it their all in the interview.

Because the interview accounted for sixty percent of the score, it was crucial; as long as they performed well enough, they could definitely pull off a comeback!

The Sweeping Maids marched to the interview site, full of vigor and high spirits.

"The interview is simple—just sweeping! After all, we're hiring Sweeping Maids, so it has to stay on topic."

Ye Qingran gave a White Eye.

Relevant to the topic, how did you do on the poetry exam?

"Alright, the interview starts now. Next, you will each do a cleaning in order of your written exam scores from lowest to highest, and we will announce the scores."

The disabled youth waved his hand, and the interview just began like that.

Ye Qingran looked around, feeling that this interview exuded casualness everywhere.

The first to appear was Wu Cui Lian, because she only scored two points, placing last in the written exam.

Even so, Aunt Wu Cui Lian still appeared confident. Her poor written exam score was expected, but her sweeping skills were strong—she had worked as a Sweeping Maid at the City Lord's Mansion, her professional ability unquestionable.

Sure enough, as Aunt Wu Cui Lian stepped out holding a broom, she immediately had that presence.

The other maids, seeing Wu Cui Lian's strength was actually this strong, each of their faces turned solemn.

Although they were all formally trained, compared to Wu Cui Lian they were at a disadvantage for lacking this precious experience of sweeping at the City Lord's Mansion.

"That Wu Cui Lian really has a couple of brushes!"

"Good thing my written exam score is higher than hers, otherwise I really couldn't suppress her!"

Wu Cui Lian quickly finished her performance, and the score was not announced yet.

Next up was Zhao Yin'e.

Zhao Yin'e's score wasn't last, but she tied for second-to-last with another maid.

Zhao Yin'e's face was solemn, she was somewhat nervous.

Her ability was somewhat inferior to Wu Cui Lian's; she had to give a perfect performance to have any hope of surpassing Wu Cui Lian!