Shanhai Folklore Research Institute

Lin Mian stood there for a while, the air conditioner in the shopping mall stopped running half an hour ago like the elevator, the cold air dissipated, and the room was gradually heated up by the high temperature outside.

Lin Mian has been afraid of heat since he was a child, and there were fine beads of sweat oozing from the tip of his nose and forehead. He wiped it off with a "Xiao Yang Sheng Jian" tissue, and then walked out of the mall without hesitation.

The scorching sun almost melted the asphalt road, the air close to the ground was distorted and deformed, and the breeze occasionally rolled up the dust like a heat wave, and Lin Mian put the plastic file bag containing the resume on his head and trotted Cross the sidewalk to the bus across the street.

The TV on the bus was broadcasting local current affairs news in Sichuan City. The host's mouth opened and closed, and Lin Mian was drowsy when he heard the unrestrained voice. A few words fell into his ears intermittently.

"...continuing high temperature...the lowest rainfall in the past ten years...has a great impact on people's life and travel..."

Lin Mian's eyelids were slightly closed, and half of her head was leaning against the car window. A section of her white and slender neck was exposed from her round-neck T-shirt. The old lady screamed when she saw it, and immediately stepped forward to help and call an ambulance.

It was too hot, unnaturally hot.

When Lin Mian returned to the school dormitory, his roommate Lu Yichao was playing a game. Seeing him come in, he greeted him and asked him to eat the watermelon on the table.

Lin Mian took a cold shower, and while blowing on the electric fan and eating melons, she swiped her phone, and opened various recruitment websites to start a new round of sea investment.

Although the university Lin Mian attended was not a well-known 985 or 211 institution, it was also a serious key university, and it was not difficult to find a job after graduation.

But the problem is that he has just finished his freshman year, let alone graduated, and he hasn't even taken professional courses. Who in a serious company can recruit such a summer job who can only do odd jobs!

But Lin Mian really needs money.

"Linzi, have you heard?" Lu Yichao knocked down his mouse in anger after kneeling twelve times in a row, and greeted his teammates very peacefully. Eat watermelon with him on the bench.

"What?" Lin Mian put down his phone, there was no new recruitment information on the website, and he had already voted for all the ones he read yesterday.

"Someone dug up antiques at Dongba a few days ago!" Lu Yichao stretched out his foot to hook the trash can behind the door, but his legs were too short, and he couldn't reach it after a long time. Lin Mian couldn't see it and just took the trash can come over.

"Antique?" The hotter the watermelon, the sweeter it is. This year it's unbelievably hot. The quality of the watermelon is exceptionally good, and the price is also cheap. Lin Mian is considering whether to buy one tomorrow.

"A worker dug it up. I don't know what it is. Some say it's a plate, some say it's a plate, maybe it's a piece of porcelain anyway." Lu Yichao spit seeds into the trash can like a pea shooter.

"The things dug out of the soil are not necessarily antiques. For example, you can dig a few broken porcelain bowls with a shovel on the wild hill behind my hometown..."

College students, especially those who stay in school during the summer vacation, are actually quite boring. They almost spend their time in leisure time. Anything that happens can be spread unbelievably. Lin Mian smiled nonchalantly.

And Dongba Dongjiu is the old teaching building of Sichuan University. In the past two years, the school leaders have called for renovation. The Dongba building has been pushed down and the foundation is being dug, and the Dongjiu next door has not been moved.

Lu Yichao waved his hands repeatedly when he heard the words, lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "No, it is said that there is a painting on it, how can I say it is an antique, the painting looks like a strange beast, I have never seen it in reality, picture book There is nothing on it, and it is definitely not a modern thing."

Seeing him like this, Lin Mian lowered her voice cooperatively: "The antiques dug up in the school must be handed over to the state."

"Hey, hand it in, I heard that the worker ran away overnight the day he dug it out, and he didn't even ask for this month's salary!"

Lu Yichao threw away the gnawed melon rind, and continued to play games on the computer: "Look at Brother Chao, I will kill everyone."

Lin Mian scratched his face, doubting whether he was killing the Quartet or being killed.

After the handover between Gouwei and the staff of the Special Management Office, it was almost evening when he returned to the institute. Wu Ting hadn't gotten off work yet, and was sitting in his office looking through files. There was no one else around, obviously waiting for him.

"Your Excellency, what do you want me to do?" Gouwei smiled, and another big case was handled today. Although the earth mole is not a high-level monster, but because of the special occasion it appeared this time, it might easily cause panic among the people. Pay attention, the bonus allocated in a few days will definitely be indispensable.

Hey, how should I spend it?Worrying!

Wu Ting threw aside the materials in his hand, nodded: "I want to recruit people."

trick?recruit what?

Gouwei was taken aback for a moment, then scratched his head: "You want to recruit people?"

"Ah."

"But we don't seem to be short of people..." Gouwei suddenly felt a little cold, and when he looked up, he saw Dean Wu looking at him expressionlessly.

"Queue Que Que, especially lacking, recruit, must recruit, recruit ten or eight of them!" Hook Wei said righteously.

"No, just recruit an assistant for me." Wu Ting tapped his fingers on the desk.

Click.

"What sound?" Wu Ting frowned.

Gouwei hurriedly put his chin back which had dropped from shock. The head Wu, who had always been a loner in his family, offered to recruit an assistant? !

If he remembers correctly, the taunting Director Bian 200 years ago had hands and feet, and he had to recruit assistants like a disabled person, right?

God!Hook Wei felt frightened like never before!

"Write a recruitment notice." Wu Ting said calmly, completely unaware that the activity in his subordinate's brain was about to break through the sky.

In fact, Gouwei didn't have any negative feelings about recruiting assistants. On the contrary, he was rather happy. After all, the research institute hadn't had a newcomer for a long time, and anyone would get bored with a few old cabbage gangsters every day.

Therefore, he quickly cleaned up his frightened expression, and excitedly took the notebook from the table to open the document, excitedly wrote down the recruitment notice in large characters, then excitedly filled in the recruitment position, and finally looked at Wu Ting.

"Dean, what do you think you need an assistant to do?"

Wu Ting blurted out without thinking: "You don't need him to do anything, just follow me."

I choked my tail, how should I write this, I am so sad!

He thought about it for a while, and finally decided to deal with this issue flexibly, first recruit people in and then talk about it.

"What about the recruitment requirements?" Gouwei asked a little nervously, for fear that Wu Ting would say that if there is no requirement, then it is really a pill.

Fortunately, Dean Wu did not disappoint him this time. Not only was he not disappointed, but he also greatly exceeded expectations.

He said: "Men are required to be no older than twenty, about [-] in height, white skin, hair and pupils not too dark, preferably flaxen. I remember that there seems to be a small grain on the tip of his right eyebrow. mole……"

Hook Wei: ...My lord, are you sure this is a recruitment notice and not a missing person notice?