Draw cards from the wild card

Chapter 91
"Hello, how can I help you?"

The speaker was a fat middle-aged man wearing a navy suit. He had some stubble on his face and looked hairy.

He smiled and asked He Luo, who seemed unfamiliar, if he needed help.

"I thought the front desk job was usually contracted by young women." He Luo pointed to the job card of the front desk receptionist on his chest: "So you must have some unique insights on this job?"

The middle-aged man smiled modestly: "No, it's just that they said I looked more approachable, so they gave me this job."

He Luo nodded: "Affinity, that's true, you look like a fluffy teddy bear. Um, will I offend you by saying that?"

"Of course not." The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head: "In fact, they often call me that, Mr. Xiong, Uncle Xiong, A Xiong, in short, they will use the word "Xiong"

"A Xiong, did Brother Song come to the meeting today?"

A meticulous man in black square glasses passed by and asked casually.

The middle-aged man bowed slightly and responded quickly with a smile: "Here we go, Song Dynasty just entered the elevator about 10 minutes ago."

The man with black-rimmed glasses didn't even answer "Got it", but just waved his hand and left on his own.

He Luo and the middle-aged man were left again.

"Uncle Xiong, is it okay for me to call you that?" He Luo called you naturally
"I'm a draft picker who just got a qualification certificate. Can you tell me where I should report?"

Uncle Xiong's eyes lit up, he looked at He Luo's youthful appearance, and sighed: "My God, I bet you are definitely not over 20 years old."

"18, actually."

"I knew it!" Uncle Xiong sighed again: "Recently, there are more and more substitutes among the younger generation, and the world has really changed."

At that time, because of the rush to report, He Luo didn't think carefully about the meaning behind this sentence, but urged a little

"Uncle Xiong, so can you take me to report?"

Only then did Uncle Xiong realize his impoliteness, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, little brother, I'll take you there right now."

"You can call me Xiao He."

"I'll call you Mr. He, because you are a real smoker after all." Uncle Xiong said cautiously.

It can be seen that he has considerable respect for the agents.

Under the leadership of Uncle Xiong, they walked through a corridor and entered the elevator on the left. He Luo saw 32 floor buttons on the elevator, which meant that the building had a total of 32 floors.

"From the No. 17th floor up, there are areas for professional recruiters, including office areas, leisure areas, reading areas, practice areas, fitness areas, entertainment areas, and high-end restaurants."

In the elevator speeding up, Uncle Xiong introduced to him that this skyscraper was mostly used for the few substitutes.

The first sixteen floors belong to the places where ordinary employees who have not obtained the occupational qualification certificate for the drafting agent work. Most of them are complicated places such as security rooms, monitoring areas, dormitory areas, network computer rooms, and agent pumping entrusted processing areas.

And starting from the seventeenth floor is the real purpose of this building.

"Ding Dong, the elevator has arrived, the seventeenth floor"

The metal double-leaf door opened, and what came into view was a corridor covered with dark red carpet and printed with medieval European-style patterns.

This is completely different from what He Luo imagined.

In fact, he thought that when he opened the elevator door, what he saw should be the lively scene in the movie poster of "The Wolf of Wall Street".

Or the noisy and chaotic environment in Will Smith's securities firm in "The Pursuit of Happiness."

The small room was full of liaison officers, everyone had paper and pens in their hands, the chaotic sound of answering the phone filled the whole room, there were messy folders and spilled coffee everywhere.

Yet nothing.

It's extremely quiet here.

Even the footsteps of He Luo and Uncle Xiong were completely absorbed by the soft blanket under their feet.

What kind of VIP high-end club is this?He Luo was puzzled.

It wasn't until Uncle Xiong opened the door for him that he heard an impatient voice.

"Hey, where's my tea? How long are you going to keep me waiting!?"

Then came a trembling female voice: "Hold on, I'm sorry, Qian Dai! There seems to be something wrong with the heater of the water dispenser, and the water won't boil!"

"Then go fix it!?" The man's stern reprimand resounded throughout the corridor.

The female voice became visibly frightened, and the voice became weaker: "I, I have already reported for repairs, the maintenance workers should be here soon, they will be"

Before she could finish speaking, the man yelled ruthlessly: "Now, you, hold this thing for me, go find those damn mechanics to fix it, if I can't drink hot tea within half an hour, don't do it! "

Immediately afterwards, He Luo saw a thin girl, hugging the water dispenser that was almost as thick as her body, and ran out of it as if escaping.

She staggered and almost fell on the carpet. Fortunately, Uncle Xiong had quick eyesight and quick hands, and reached out to help her, catching her uncontrolled fall.

The girl smiled gratefully at Uncle Xiong, but it only lasted for a short moment. Then she quickly got up and dragged the heavy water dispenser towards the elevator.

From beginning to end, he didn't seem to notice He Luo behind Uncle Xiong.

"What is this, workplace bullying?" He Luo complained

Uncle Xiong smiled awkwardly: "Qian Dai's temper is sometimes very strange, especially when he... has no tea to drink."

"So he can justifiably bully other colleagues?"

Uncle Xiong explained: "Actually, that girl is not a colleague, she is just Qian Dai's secretary. If the secretary can't make a cup of tea well, uh, you understand."

He Luo shook his head, walked straight into the door, and saw what it looked like inside.

Nuoda’s space is divided into several different blocks, facing the agent’s office area. There are only one or two agents sitting in it. They are either looking down and playing with their mobile phones or with their legs crossed. .

In short, their idle appearance is quite different from what they imagined.
The one closest to the corridor is the tea room, and the girl just ran out from this place in a panic.

On the opposite side of the tea room is a transparent private room with the words "Superior Substitute Office" written on it.

The people sitting inside are not completely unfamiliar, they have met once.

It was the serious man with black-rimmed glasses and combed back hair that he had seen downstairs before.

He was sitting behind his desk at the moment, looking up at the strange face of He Luo, and it just so happened that He Luo also met his eyes.

The two just stared at each other for a while, and the serious man became impatient.

Sternly reprimanded: "Hey, what are you here for?"

Uncle Xiong arrived from behind in time and smiled flatteringly: "Qian Dai, this kid is here to report, and Xin Dai will draw people."

The man named Qian Dai reacted immediately and looked at He Luo with a sneer: "So you are the one who let me go?"

(End of this chapter)