"Sir, please present your resume and any other documents that can verify your identity," the interviewer, sitting in a plush chair with black-framed glasses, said calmly.
"Huh? Do I really need a resume and such for a security guard position?" Ji Bai was slightly taken aback. His identity might have been destroyed a year ago, and he couldn't possibly produce such documents now.
"?? Young man, did you time-travel from the last century?" The interviewer with black-framed glasses had an expression that said, "Isn't this obvious?"
"These days, even becoming a monk requires a degree from a Buddhist college. How much more so for a security guard in a reputable large private company like ours? What do you think will help you keep this job?" The interviewer gave Ji Bai, dressed in cheap clothes, a once-over, a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"I can fight. I'm really good at it. Does that count?" Ji Bai shrugged.
"Spurt, spurt, spurt!!" The interviewer, who was unscrewing a bottle cap and drinking water, spat it out, splashing the attendant girl beside him. Knowing she couldn't blame her boss, the attendant girl shot a resentful look at Ji Bai, making him feel a bit helpless.
"Cough, cough... Young man, what did you say? Good at fighting? Is that a special skill? Why don't I just pick up a thug from the street then? Do you really think being a security guard is just about being able to fight??" The interviewer adjusted his black-framed glasses, speaking earnestly like a teacher scolding a student.
"Huh? Isn't being a security guard all about fighting? Do I need to know how to maintain electric scooters too?" Ji Bai looked confused.
"Of course not! A security guard is the first image a client sees of our company. First, in terms of appearance, even if you're not the most handsome, you should at least have a refined and elegant demeanor, with a face that exudes confidence. If we hire a thug, do you think any client would dare to do business with us?"
It made sense... Wait, did he just call me a thug? Ji Bai scratched his head.
"So, young man, you've already failed the first round. And you can't even provide a resume or identity documents? Do you think our company would hire someone with such a suspicious background?"
...
A few minutes later, Ji Bai walked out of the luxurious high-rise, looking back at the towering concrete and steel building in front of him, feeling utterly speechless.
This was already the fifth one. In just one morning... Ji Bai, with his wallet nearly empty, had come out to look for a job, but he hadn't expected to be rejected by five companies on the first day.
A bitter smile appeared on his face. Who would have thought that the once-glorious First Knight would end up wandering the streets, desperately seeking a job?
Should he ask his best friend for help? No, he was most afraid of meeting them now...
Ji Bai used to be quite disdainful of money, but as the saying goes, "You don't know the value of firewood and rice until you run a household."
"Money isn't everything," Ji Bai used to say, but that was when he never lacked it. In reality, poverty can change a person's thoughts and actions. Now, penniless, he recalled the second part of that saying: "But without money, you can't do anything."
"Alright, I'll try somewhere else..."
Just as Ji Bai turned to leave, a sleek black Ferrari, its metallic exterior gleaming, sped up and parked smoothly in front of the company.
The security guards, all looking like they belonged in a high-end fashion show, immediately put on a professional and aloof demeanor.
Who knows, this might be a rich lady. If she takes a liking to one of them, they might not have to work so hard!
"Miss." A neatly dressed maid, her face as cold as ice, opened the car door with an umbrella. A golden-haired girl in a white silk dress stepped out.
"Ah! Isn't this the Second Miss? I am the deputy manager of this branch, my name is..." The interviewer, who had earlier scolded Ji Bai, rushed over, his face full of flattery.
"Who you are doesn't matter to Miss. Please step aside, sir." The maid looked at the man with black-framed glasses, her face cold.
"Ah, I, I mean, if the Second Miss needs anything, she can just let me know..."
The golden-haired girl, stepping out of the car, ignored the man's awkward smile. Her gaze turned to the figure in the cheap T-shirt and jeans, feeling a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
