Urban Supreme Son-in-law

Zhong Mengyao, the director of personnel of Sidaer Fashion International, frowned at the interview form that Jiang Shengling handed over, thinking that this person would not be deliberately making trouble.

"It's correct, but I see that your company's recruitment requirements do not include academic requirements."

Jiang Shengling smiled and said, completely ignoring Zhong Mengyao's suspicious gaze.

In fact, this is Jiang Shengling's false report of his academic qualifications. The truth is that he was only a primary school graduate, but this does not mean that he is illiterate. It is just that there is no way to issue a certificate of academic qualifications where he studies.

Zhong Mengyao, as the director of Shidaier's personnel department, naturally knows and knows not many rich second generations who come in with the banner of applying for a job.

She looked at Jiang Shengling's suit, which was no less than 100,000 yuan, and immediately believed that Jiang Shengling was just a rich second generation who came to make trouble, and she wanted to embarrass him.

"Our company's recruitment pays more attention to personal abilities, and there is really no hard requirement for academic qualifications. If that's the case, let's start the exam."

Zhong Mengyao said calmly, and at the same time he thought about how to rectify this ignorant rich second generation. If it were just a normal assessment, he might have been fooled through the first round.

"Come on then, Director Big Beauty, I can't wait."

Jiang Shengling spread his hands and said with a smile, thinking that it would be okay not to entangle my academic qualifications, or else he would have to go to the British Royal Family Training Class to issue a certificate.

It's just that even if this thing is opened, it looks like a fake certificate, it is estimated that it will be treated as some kind of unknown university, and the probability of these people getting to know is zero.

Zhong Mengyao couldn't help but feel a little disgusted when he saw his movements. Why did the language and movements become more and more nasty? He took out a few leaflets from his bag and pushed them directly in front of Jiang Shengling.

"The first part is a written test. All you have to do is to translate all of these leaflets into Chinese, and you can advance to the next round with a half-correct rate."

After Zhong Mengyao finished speaking, without even looking at Jiang Shengling, he got up and left. He had already determined that Jiang Shengling didn't even understand the language written on these leaflets, let alone translate them.

These leaflets are the company profiles released by Sidaer Fashion International facing overseas. There are many business vocabularies in them, and it is impossible to translate them without professional level eight or above.

What's more, there are not only English leaflets, but also German and Spanish. There are very few people who are proficient in these small languages.

"Mr. Zhong."

Another interviewer was somewhat inexplicable about what Zhong Mengyao did, but she could also see that Director Zhong was a little disgusted with this person, so she didn't say much, and stopped her and the two went out together.

Originally, their assessment in the first round was not like this. The main content of the assessment was an analysis of the current market of Stair Fashion International.

It's just that if the candidate comes prepared for these questions, he can really answer two or three, and Zhong Mengyao doesn't want to see Jiang Shengling's second side at all, so he can directly modify the content of the assessment and want to eliminate him.

"Mr. Zhong? Then we'll see you later."

When Jiang Shengling saw Zhong Mengyao leave, he said hello with a smile that he thought was the most handsome, thinking that the interviewer was quite high-level, and he had to make a good impression on him.

It's just that his grinning appearance seemed to be completely unkind in Zhong Mengyao's eyes. After a cold snort, he walked out the door.

She felt that there was no need to bother Jiang Shengling, anyway, he couldn't translate anything, so he could only leave in a desperate manner.

The cute girl who led Jiang Shengling in couldn't help but sighed as she watched Jiang Shengling. He thought that a handsome colleague could come in, but now it seems hopeless.

...

The first round of the written test in the afternoon ended quickly. Unlike the most ordinary salesperson, Jiang Shengling still needs to wait for the results and then conduct the second round of interviews.

When he came out and waited outside, he wanted to ask Xiao Siyan about the company, but found that he had already left.

I was so bored that I could only wait there for the results first, and the lovely girl was very eager to send Jiang Shengling's answer sheet to the office of Zhong Mengyao, the director of the personnel department.

"Is Mr. Zhong here? The candidate's answer has come out."

"come in."

Zhong Mengyao is on the phone with Wang Kexin at this time. She is Wang Kexin's good friend and also a right-hand man in the company. If Wang Kexin is absent, she will naturally take care of many things.

"You're just fine, you went shopping and left me alone here."

"Well, I know I've wronged you, I bought you a gift when I went shopping, and I'll send it to you the other day. Go ahead and do business."

Wang Kexin's voice on the other end of the phone was still sweet. After hearing that Zhong Mengyao had something to do, she didn't bother her, and then she was about to hang up.

"If there is any business, there is only one messenger today. The rich second generation pretends to be candidates and wants to get in."

Zhong Mengyao curled her lips and said that she really had some opinions on Jiang Shengling. It was the first time she met the rich second generation who applied for a managerial position, so she didn't choose the one with low difficulty.

"That person translated a few words. If you encounter this kind of person in the future, you don't need to tell me, just send it away."

"But Mr. Zhong, that gentleman's translation is almost all right. I have shown it to the people in the advertising department. They said that the translation is not bad."

The cute girl hurriedly passed the answer sheet in her hand, and then said.

"Not bad?"

Zhong Mengyao was a little surprised. After receiving the answer sheet, he was even more surprised and a little speechless. The answer sheet was densely packed with words. Aside from correctness, this beautiful font is definitely not. People with elementary school culture can write.

What's more, even the person who drafted this leaflet said nothing bad, so there is no doubt.

But is it possible? Everyone who drafts this leaflet needs to use a dictionary. However, he translated all three leaflets in only half an hour, and he did not miss a word!

"Mr. Zhong, what should I do."

That cute girl also didn't understand. She also knew that Mr. Zhong didn't like Jiang Shengling, but he could pass his assessment, so what reason should be used to reject him.

"Since he has passed the assessment, let him prepare for the interview."

Zhong Mengyao was a little helpless. Although she looked down on Jiang Shengling, after all, other people's answers were in front of her, and she wouldn't be able to accept it, not to mention that this was a problem she deliberately made difficult.

And even though she has personal emotions, being able to translate these leaflets also proves that Jiang Shengling is definitely an individual talent. Starting from this point, she will also pass Jiang Shengling's assessment.

"OK."

The cute girl nodded and said.

"Meng Yao, please send me the information of all the salespersons you are applying for today."

Wang Kexin on the other end of the phone said suddenly.