About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

He unconsciously took a step back, suddenly standing at the door for some reason and didn't want to move.

Or maybe want to escape.

"Don't be nervous, just relax and sit down."

"Thank you."

Looking at the physique, it is more fat. Oh, this description is not a typo, but the person in front of him has a big belly and developed muscles. If you put on a red vest, take two machetes, and shave your head, it's a perfect restoration. Some brutal butcher.

"The elevator at the front desk is broken. It's not easy to get up. Drink some water first."

Just sitting down, the middle-aged man with a kind face and eyes sat kindly opposite.

"Yes."

In order to avoid saying the wrong thing, naturally, when answering the middle-aged man, the conversation is brief and concise.

After the two introduced themselves briefly, the middle-aged man handed over a resume.

"Fill this out first."

After drinking only a sip of mineral water, he screwed the cap on the bottle. Looking at the resume, he had a wealth of experience in filling in, but he had never filled in the question of 'what is his current ambition'.

Now you have to read it carefully, contextualize it, and then—

Still can't understand this question.

"Excuse me, did something go wrong?"

"Ah, that's not wrong."

"Is that a typo?"

"Ok?"

"All right."

Finally filled in the answer of 'Want to be a regular employee' on that final question.

The big man was wearing a suit, but the suit, which was stretched by his muscles and huge body, would make a sizzling noise every time because of his actions.

After carefully reading his resume and the answer to the final question, the big man nodded lightly, and the big fist of the Big Mac, which could kill a cow with one punch, tapped on the table.

In other words, I really feel that this big man is not so much the person in charge of this office, but more like a security guard at the door.

Especially his height, he has a strong body, like a fighting nation, and that huge fist.

The interview was more formal than expected, and it was very detailed. There were even questions about the treatment he needed, etc., such as whether he could get up at three or four in the morning, and so on.

In short, keep a correct posture, work hard to answer, and score 82 points for those answers that are full of self-confidence so as not to be proud of yourself.

The middle-aged man reached into his black suit.

Frankly speaking, with his sultry outfit, if it weren't for the air-conditioning in the room, he would suffer from heat stroke just by standing outside for half an hour, and even he was so hot for the middle-aged man.

The thick arm reached into the inside pocket of the suit, but the creaking suit continued to whine.

Stop it now!As a man, he didn't want to see what happened next.

If it's 'A Fu', it's nothing.

By the way, the so-called 'A Fu' is the character in the mobile game that caused him to fall into the reason of 'no money' (a certain master craftsman with heavy kryptonite).

He is an innocent, hedonistic handsome knight.

Simply put, gender is Ah Fu.

The next development was just as he expected. The suit was finally overwhelmed. Although the middle-aged man took out a pair of glasses from the inner pocket, he ejected from the first button on the top to the first button on the inner lining. come out.

Then there was the sound of zara, the last cry of the fabric.

After making a good defense, he almost curled up under the table with his head in his arms, listening to the sound of several buttons bouncing against the glass wall behind him, and was hit on the head by a button that bounced back.

it hurts.

Even though he had used his head to squat for defense, he was still attacked. It seemed that he did not meet the conditions of use.

After the button burst, lift your head and slowly move up from under the table.

Then I saw the embarrassed expression on the face of the middle-aged man with a bunch of black hair on his chest.

"Sorry, it was just an accident."

"It's ok."

He said so, but in his heart he sympathized with the expensive suit and the glass wall behind him. There were cracks, although it was not obvious.

"It's not bad, it's really good to keep calm in the face of emergencies. I somewhat understand your ambition to be a cadre..."

Be a cadre?

Hey, I just want to be a regular employee, have a stable job, and be able to make a few times a month.

It is very troublesome to think about being a cadre.

However, there was no inner disgust on his face, and he stood aside indifferently and waited for the other party to continue talking.

And what is ambition, and is there something wrong with the wording?