The three interviewees quickly finished the first question, recorded meticulously by two stenographers present; no cameras were in sight. (The fastest text update for exciting novels!)

"Second question." This time it was the turn of the dignified and dashing father, Wang Zhengdao, to ask.

He was essentially just filling a spot; the real final authority on personnel decisions rested solely with Wang Zhuo, and he had devised all three questions himself. Whoever asked them didn't matter. Hearing his son was holding a recruitment drive, he insisted on joining in, wanting to enjoy the thrill of being a leader for a while.

Wang Zhuo hadn't wanted him involved, fearing he would cause trouble. But upon considering that his father was only in his early forties and that being idle all day at that age wasn't ideal, he reasoned that using this event as an opportunity to lure his father into some useful work might be a good thing. So, he agreed.

"You have two minutes as well. Tell us about your sensory experience drinking baijiu, red wine, and beer," Wang Zhengdao announced the question.

The applicants began to showcase their unique talents, while Wang Zhuo stared intently at each speaker, analyzing the truth hidden within their words.

Honesty was the primary requirement for this recruitment; articulation ranked second. Wang Zhuo relied on his piercing, insightful vision to observe and judge both qualities. As for the three pre-prepared questions, they were actually intended for the company's internal analysis data, akin to a simple survey distributed to volunteers on the street.

"Third question," Wang Zhuo said quietly this time. "Two minutes. Describe the ideal person in your mind for a perfect jiuchang (drinking gathering) companion."

...

After the three questions were answered, a secretary-like figure carried a tray onto the stage. She first placed a small two-liang-and-a-half cup in front of Applicant Number One, filling it to the brim with 56-proof Hongxing Erguotou.

Ms. Zhang, seated opposite him, smiled and extended her hand: "Please demonstrate for everyone by finishing it in one gulp."

For this job offering a monthly salary of eight thousand yuan, Number One pursed his lips, nodded, and downed the strong liquor in one go. As he set the cup down, he couldn't forget to give Ms. Zhang a forced smile.

Although he performed quite well in both the Q&A and the drinking segment, Wang Zhuo still crossed out his name because his blood contained the molecular structure of a certain famous sobering agent, marking him as a cheater.

"Please demonstrate for us: moderation, just a taste," Wang Zhengdao instructed Applicant Number Two, an uncle in his fifties.

In front of Uncle Number Two sat a glass of iced beer topped with foam.

The uncle picked up the glass and took a cautious, tiny sip, clearly afraid of drinking too much and failing the 'just a taste' requirement.

"Please demonstrate for us: not a drop left," Wang Zhuo directed toward the draft beer mug placed before Big Sister Number Three.

...

The first round of interviews took over an hour. Wang Zhuo had initially intended to prioritize hiring representative drinkers—such as those who symbolized office workers, liquor promoters, heavy drinkers, or those allergic to alcohol, etc.—but he soon realized there were far too many cheaters. Despite the explicit notice in the interview email stating that success wouldn't be judged by drinking capacity, many people feared losing the job opportunity due to poor tolerance. They had secretly consumed sobering drinks or medication beforehand, and Wang Zhuo mentally disqualified them the moment they stepped onto the podium.

If he had known this, he thought, he should have sent out another hundred interview invitations.

Though no results were announced, Wang Zhuo had already circled nineteen candidates for this batch of hires. Among them, the one with the highest alcohol absorption rate was a large young man in his thirties. Wang Zhuo was using the alcohol absorption rate of a non-mainstream young girl as his baseline of 1. Therefore, 'Fat Dragon' was rated 6. This big young man, named Zhou Yan, had an astonishing absorption rate of 17—meaning he was the type who got dizzy just smelling alcohol.

How could someone like this apply to be a tasting specialist? Well, Wang Zhuo had contacted him precisely because his resume on Ctrip stated, "Meticulous in work, abstains from all alcohol." As Wang Zhuo had anticipated, the reason he abstained was that he simply couldn't handle it. Presenting a weakness as a strength—that was the secret to successful job hunting.

In contrast to Zhou Yan, the other extreme was a beautiful, breastfeeding woman whose absorption rate was 0.6, even slightly better than the non-mainstream girl. According to her, she could drink a liang (approx. 50ml) of baijiu at the age of three without getting drunk, but she was currently nursing, which prevented her from taking the secretary position serving corporate CEOs.

Wang Zhuo noticed something particularly different about this woman, named Fu Jing, compared to the non-mainstream girl: besides her low absorption rate, the alcohol she did absorb seemed to be neutralized by something in her blood, further reducing the anesthetic effect. This substance was not present in any of the sobering agents Wang Zhuo had previously encountered. It was unclear whether she produced it naturally or had ingested it beforehand.

Despite the suspicion of cheating, Wang Zhuo immediately decided to hire Fu Jing because this substance showed excellent inhibitory effects on alcohol, making it worthy of his serious study.

It could be said that Wang Zhuo was the most outstanding commercial spy in the world; anything he wanted to know could usually be solved with his Clairvoyance. If the substance in Fu Jing's body was from medication taken before drinking, how could it possibly escape his sight if Wang Zhuo wished to know?

After interviewing the tasting specialists, the next roles were market researchers, analysts, laboratory technicians, and so on. Wang Zhuo was less skilled in these areas; the setup shifted to Vice President Zhang taking the lead, with Wang Zhuo assisting, and Wang Zhengdao continuing to play a peripheral role.

As most of the interviewees departed, the final, most important event of the day arrived: selecting Wang Zhuo's secretary.

Good looks, excellent temperament, young and beautiful, tall with a great figure—all these were standard requirements. Moreover, she had to be available for overtime whenever needed, capable of handling business trips, and possess at least two years of work experience, with no family burdens.

The conditions were indeed harsh, but after careful consideration, Wang Zhuo felt he couldn't compromise on any point, and he had sound reasons for each.

Hiring an unattractive secretary? An eyesore in the office, embarrassing when out in public. Shengshi Dynasty was a prestigious, publicly listed conglomerate; this was clearly unacceptable.

A poor temperament meant she was just a decorative vase. If she wasn't young, she'd be dealing with constant domestic issues. If she was short, she’d look like a little hen next to the tall Wang Zhuo. And what was a secretary who couldn't work overtime or travel? Did any successful entrepreneur have a secretary constantly on maternity leave or tending to an ailing elder? Did any boss bring their own materials on business trips or stay behind to finish work? Wang Zhuo only realized during serious preparation that finding a satisfactory secretary was significantly harder than finding a wife.

The secretary interviews finally moved to the conference room. Some of the beautiful candidates arrived at this time, having not participated in the unique session in the main hall.

This round of interviews was much more "traditional." The prospective female secretaries lined up outside the conference room, being inspected one by one.

The first beauty: height 1.67 meters, weight 48 kilograms, vital statistics...

Wait, vital statistics?

Wang Zhuo forced a smile and put down the resume in his hand, about to ask, when his father, Wang Zhengdao, cut in first.

"Mo Yunfei, are your vital statistics accurate?"

Wang Zhuo nearly stumbled, turning to look at his lecherous father, only to see him maintaining an extremely serious expression, as if asking a very solemn question.

The beauty Mo Yunfei, wearing light, refined makeup, paused momentarily before a hint of shyness crossed her face. She replied in a crisp voice, "Yes, Sir. I've been practicing yoga for the last two months, and I lost two kilograms, so the measurements on the resume were taken before that. There might be a slight discrepancy."

"And another question," Wang Zhengdao continued, "Why did you include your vital statistics on your resume?"

Mo Yunfei smiled sweetly. "I believe vital statistics represent an important aspect of a woman's image, and specific numbers are more intuitive than photos, making it easier to leave a deeper impression."

"Oh..." Wang Zhengdao nodded subtly without revealing his thoughts, and said no more.

"A complete hypocrite, a refined scoundrel!" Wang Zhuo judged his father internally. Which interviewer starts by asking a woman about her bust, waist, and hips? It was utterly base!

Next, Mo Yunfei gave standard answers to the questions posed by Vice President Zhang. As she left, Wang Zhengdao’s gaze followed her gently swaying little rump and wasp waist until she walked out of the conference room.

The second applicant entered. Wang Zhuo flipped open her resume, but his peripheral vision caught his father taking out his phone and entering Mo Yunfei's contact number...

After interviewing six people in a row, Wang Zhengdao had managed to note down five phone numbers, only omitting the number of a tall beauty who seemed a little nervous when answering questions. During a brief break, Wang Zhuo finally couldn't resist pulling him aside and asking in a low voice, "Why are you taking down their phone numbers?"

"To ask them out for tea," Wang Zhengdao replied matter-of-factly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wang Zhuo hissed quietly, annoyed. "This is an employee interview; you're using this chance to pick up girls? What kind of behavior is that?"

Wang Zhengdao shrugged indifferently. "There are twenty applicants. You'll hire two at most. The rest won't be your employees, so what business is it of yours if I make friends with them?"

"But you're here representing Shengshi Dynasty right now," Wang Zhuo said irritably. "They came looking for a job, not to be hit on by a middle-aged uncle like you!"

"Who says I can't give them a job..." Wang Zhengdao casually adjusted his tie and smiled. "When your new product launches, I'll take charge of a whole province as Sales General Manager. Won't I need a few secretaries then?"

Just then, a stunningly beautiful woman with an ice-cold demeanor, a fiery figure, huge breasts, and long legs swept in. Wang Zhengdao's eyes immediately lit up, and he cleared his throat, snapping back into a formally seated posture.

The moment Wang Zhuo saw this applicant, he felt a rush of hormones. This woman was too sexy, an absolute, hundred-point femme fatale!

But Wang Zhuo quickly gave a wry smile. With such a dazzling beauty, no matter how capable she was, he couldn't hire her as a secretary!

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