Chapter 469 Real Interview
The interviewer at Motu Technology was very rude. Perhaps this was also a test of the interviewer's ability to withstand stress.
Gao Ming, who had been in a coma for several months, encountered this situation for the first time. He rarely interacted with other people and fell silent. He was not a person who liked to refute. In his dreams, he usually took action directly. of.
"You have great potential to make horror games, and your love will also become the fuel for your success. It's just a pity that our company does not need talents like you for the time being. I'm sorry." Another The interviewer spoke very tactfully, but his meaning was very direct. Gao Ming's first interview was over.
“I originally wanted to make some fragmentary memories from my nightmare, but it seems that these game companies are impossible to fund me.” Gao Ming was not discouraged. He interviewed several companies in a row throughout the morning. All results were rejected.
Reliable jobs were eliminated, and Gao Ming looked at his alternative list. To be honest, he had never heard of many professions in the list before.
“This haunted house is hiring for night shifts and the salary is very high. The management said they are not busy at night, so I can still have time to do my own thing.”
Follow the guide to find the Hanjiang New Century Park. URL, after Gao Ming entered the information, he was invited into a video room.
The room with the old wooden table looks a bit eerie. Dummies with missing arms and legs are stacked in the corner, next to unopened paint.
"Hello, is anyone here?" Gao Ming said to the microphone. After a moment, the video camera was moved, and he saw a rag doll hanging on the corner of the table. The little doll seemed to be working hard to move it to the table. Climb up, but because of Gao Ming’s gaze,
It didn't dare to move and began to pretend to be dead.
"Strange, why do I think a rag doll is pretending to be dead?" Holding his chin, Gao Ming opened his eyes wide and stared at the screen. He felt cold sweat break out on the rag doll's forehead.
The door opened a few seconds later, and a neatly dressed middle-aged man entered the room. He saw the computer camera turned on and felt helpless: "Do you still want to interview others?"
He didn’t know who he was talking to, so he reached out and lifted up the little stuffed animal hanging by the table, as if he were holding a cat by the back of its neck, and placed it in his arms.
"Hello, I am the foreman of our haunted house. You can just call me Lao Zhou." Compared with those high-ranking interviewers from large companies, Lao Zhou seems very down-to-earth and makes people feel very kind.
"Hello, Brother Zhou, I want to interview for the night shift..."
"Night shift?" Lao Zhou was a little surprised: "It's okay, it's okay, you continue."
"My basic information has been I sent it to you, I also have some own understanding of horror and thriller." Gao Ming began to talk about his advantages.
"Your eight-character writing paper can be used as a knife. It fits us very well. I also really hope you can join us, but there are two things I want to ask clearly." Lao Zhou pressed his hands On the desktop, he approached the computer camera: "First, what level of horrific stimulation can your body withstand?"
Recalling the nightmare he had when he was in a coma, Gao Ming replied with certainty: "Anything degree.”
"Hey, good guy." Lao Zhou was very satisfied: "Then comes the second most critical question. You must answer it truthfully. Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, Gao Ming's fingers involuntarily curled into a fist, and he nodded: "I believe it."
"That's a pity, there are no ghosts in this world." Lao Zhou said with regret on his face: "Our haunted house uses... The latest technology, atmosphere creation and ghost production are all very real. People who don’t believe in evil will be shaken when they come in. If you believe in ghosts and gods, it’s easy to put yourself into it.”
After reading Gao Ming’s information, Lao Zhou’s eyes changed. Complex: "It is indeed a rare talent, but I can't break the routine for you, so be it. You have to pay attention to your mobile phone recently. When the boss comes back, I will ask him. If he agrees, I will contact you." "Your boss." ?”
"He went on a business trip."
Nowadays, information transmission is so convenient, it is just a matter of making a phone call, so what Lao Zhou said was almost a polite refusal in Gao Ming's eyes.
"Okay." Gao Ming also understood the other party's worries. After all, his condition was indeed very bad. If something happened in the haunted house, others would take responsibility.
"You must turn on your phone at all times. Our boss can't contact you and may come directly to your door. He can do anything."
Gao Ming didn't take it to heart at all. He quit the video and tried a few more interviews, including one that asked him to provide mental proof, and another that asked him to go to an abandoned alley for an interview at midnight. Just like the prank, the more interviews he got, the more tired he became.
"Is it so hard to find a job now?"
On Gao Ming's notebook filled with job options, only the last one remained - the recruitment of internal testers for the brain game of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical.
This recruitment does not require an interview. You only need to fill in the information online to register. Qualified candidates will receive a notification and go to Yongsheng Pharmaceutical for an offline interview.
“I can’t find the template online. It is said that everyone receives different test forms.” Gao Ming patiently filled in all the information. Because all previous interviews had failed, he was extra serious this time.
“I’ll just wait for the notification. You can earn money by participating in the brain game test. My brain has been tortured by nightmares and I must be very resistant.”
At around five o'clock in the afternoon, Gao Ming, who was still doing research, suddenly heard a knock on the door. He didn't think anyone would come looking for him at this time. Many bad images flashed through his mind, and the horror in the nightmare instantly stimulated one of his instincts. With all his nerves, he grabbed the fruit knife, lowered his body with high strength, and tightened his muscles.
He didn't make any sound and came to the door quietly: "Who is outside?"
No one responded, Gao Ming became even more nervous. He hid the fruit knife behind him and slowly Twist the door lock slowly.
The door was opened a crack, and Gao Ming saw a fluffy kitten meowing, running on the ground with its short legs.
"Cat?"
The kitten seemed a little afraid of his life and ran away from him towards the corridor, where Liu Yi was hiding with two bags of vegetables and meat.
"Get off work early today." Seeing the kitten exposing himself, Liu Yi walked out with a smile: "You said before that you would get a cat when you change to a bigger house, but I think even if you don't change to a bigger house, We can also raise a cat. This little guy is a gift from a friend, but he is so clingy.”
Liu Yi came back early because he was worried about Gaoming, and he also wanted to give Gaoming a kitten in the hope that it would be at home. Accompany Gao Ming.
"Give it a name." Liu Yi walked to the door, and the kitten was running around her shoes.
"How about calling it Facai?" Gao Ming said the name smoothly, and his heart skipped a beat: "I seemed to have two strong thugs in that nightmare, one was called Facai, and the other Can’t remember.”
(End of this chapter)