Ye Chen had been lurking in the Golden Triangle for a year, but one incident forced him to escape, and this year-long fugitive experience had left Ye Chen exuding a murderous aura.
The people behind him knew that the man in the tracksuit in front of them was not to be messed with, so they quickly stopped in their tracks and obediently continued to line up. Ye Chen immediately slipped into the building.
"Hey, hey... what are you doing?!" At the entrance of the building, a man dressed in black with a pair of pitch-black sunglasses on his nose stopped Ye Chen and angrily said, "Get in line, get in line! Don't you know there are still people being interviewed inside?"
"Uh..." Ye Chen was taken aback and turned to look back, only to realize that these people were here for interviews. Just as he was about to leave, he saw Yao Yue's figure approaching. He quickly turned around and stood there honestly.
"Strange, where did he go?" Yao Yue's mutterings clearly reached Ye Chen's ears. Ye Chen hurriedly clutched his heart, making a cross on his chest as he prayed: Holy Son, Holy Father, Holy Mother, bless me, amen!
A man in military uniform walked out from inside the building, shaking his head in disappointment. No need to look twice to know he failed the interview, but his failure fired up the spirits of those still in line.
"Kid, go in!" A burly man immediately pulled Ye Chen in, saying, "Got everything ready?"
Ye Chen hurriedly nodded, though truthfully, he had no idea what he was supposed to prepare. With pursuers behind him, he couldn't afford to worry about that. Steeling his nerves, he went in.
"Newcomer, show your ID, officer ID, permit, and intelligence certificate..." Just as he entered the hall, a chubby middle-aged man at a coffee-colored desk eyed Ye Chen with sharp, quick-moving eyes. Seeing Ye Chen wearing a knockoff Adidas outfit, he immediately looked up arrogantly, his eyes disdainfully glued to the ceiling.
Ye Chen completely ignored this fat man and moved further inside.
"Hey, kid, where are you going? You haven't shown the necessary documents yet!" The fat man immediately stood up, his stout body exuding authority. As he moved, his fat wobbled and his clothes shook rhythmically.
"Why does a job interview require an intelligence certificate?" Ye Chen widened his eyes.
"To work for President Li, you need a minimum intelligence level!" The fat man grinned, his large, shiny front teeth gleaming as he said, "Of course, if you don't have one, we can test on-site, no problem..."
As he spoke, the fat man rubbed his thumb and index finger together continuously...
Ye Chen's eyes lit up, and he whispered, "Mr. Fatty, how much for this?"
"Not much, a thousand bucks ensures an IQ of 200!" The fat man immediately sensed a deal, his brows radiating joy, and the intensity of his hand rubbing increased. His sharp eyes darted around.
"Well... is there a discount? Just enough to pass?" Ye Chen asked anxiously, worried that Yao Yue might spot him at the entrance.
"Well..." The fat man furrowed his brows, sizing up Ye Chen before saying, "Five hundred bucks, an IQ of 110, just enough to pass!"
Ye Chen immediately felt frustrated. He had a little over three hundred in his pocket combined, no way near enough for the intelligence test fee. Damn, I can't just get kicked out, right? With helplessness, he said, "Mr. Fatty, um... two hundred bucks, just give me a simple test!"
The fat man froze, then swiftly snatched the two hundred bucks from Ye Chen's hand. After inspecting the bills under the light to confirm they were genuine, he nodded contentedly and raised three fingers to ask, "What's the biggest difference between Shakyamuni and Jesus?"