Outside the recruitment hall---

The crowd is surging and very lively.

Under Song Zhichao's instructions, Fruit Abel enthusiastically distributed fruits to those applicants for free, and said warmly: "It's hard to apply, come on!"

Eating sweet and juicy pears and listening to the warm encouragement of the fruit Aber, everyone only felt warm in their hearts.

It's not easy for everyone to live in order to make a living, especially in such a job fair, each other is even a potential opponent, who has ever heard such warm words?

However, when everyone thanked Fruit Uncle, Fruit Uncle said that these were not made by himself, he was just an old man selling fruits, and pointed to Song Zhichao beside him, saying that these were all made by this gentleman, and he bought fruits and distributed them to everyone for free.

Everyone was surprised, looking at Song Zhichao, they didn't understand why this young man was so kind.

More and more people gathered, seeing that the timing was almost the same, Song Zhichao no longer hid it, and said bluntly that he was recruiting!

Recruit people, who to recruit?

The crowd was even more puzzled.

Song Zhichao smiled, then picked up the fruit knife on the fruit stand with his toes, threw it, and took it handsomely in his hand.

Just when people didn't understand what he was going to do, they saw Song Zhichao open the briefcase he was carrying with his hand, and immediately, a thick pile of 100 yuan bills appeared in front of people.

In this era, many people have never even seen what a 100-yuan bill looks like. Not to mention such a thick bunch.

A gust of wind blew, making the wad of bills rattle.

Instantaneous ---

Everyone's eyes straightened.

In this era, there is a saying called "wealth is not exposed", but Song Zhichao is showing off his wealth in a high-profile manner.

This made Ah Bo, who helped him distribute fruits for free, very worried about him, he felt that Song Zhichao was a good person, and a good person should have a good reward.

At this moment, there were already many pairs of greedy eyes in the crowd, staring at the briefcase in Song Zhichao's hand and the thick pile of banknotes in the briefcase.

Seeing that he had successfully attracted everyone's attention, Song Zhichao smiled, then pulled out one from a pile of banknotes, and with a bang, the fruit knife nailed the hundred-yuan bill directly to the wall behind him.

The banknotes were nailed with knives and shook in the wind.

"Now play a game with everyone---- you only need to answer five questions from me, and if you get all of them right, you can take the 100 yuan bill!"

When the words landed, the people around them shouted---

"Is it true?"

"It can't be a lie!"

"Answer five questions and make a hundred?"

"What's the problem?"

There must be brave men under the heavy reward, not to mention that there is a real reward of 100 yuan in front of him.

In this era, the gold content of 100 yuan is a month's salary for many people, and a young man immediately stood up and told Song Zhichao that he was willing to accept the challenge.

The people who originally ate the fruit were attracted by this strange recruitment, and even some people in the hall couldn't help but run out to see the excitement when they heard about such a strange recruitment.

In an instant, the entire hall was crowded with people, and everyone was on tiptoe, stretching their necks and waiting to see the excitement.

Song Zhichao was neat and neat, and he didn't want to delay any longer.

"First question, what's your name?"

"Wouldn't it, it's that simple?" the young man was stunned.

Song Zhichao took out a cigarette, bit it in his mouth and stared at him, "You just have to answer, don't ask too much." ”

"My name is Ding Jianjun. ”

"What position are you applying for here?"

"Apply for the treasurer. ”

"How much can I expect to be paid?"

"That's the third question---- eighty dollars. The young man licked his lips and stared at Song Zhichao to see how he reacted.

Song Zhichao put his hand together and lit the cigarette, shook it, extinguished the match, and glanced at him: "Do you have a specialty?"

The young man was stunned for a moment and thought for a while, "I graduated from Yangcheng University." ”

"I asked you if you had any special skills, but I didn't ask where you graduated. ”

"I, I...... I have a professional qualification in accounting and I have also studied mental arithmetic. ”

Song Zhichao nodded, "Zhong has one last question......

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the hundred-dollar bill nailed to the wall, and felt that it was beckoning to him.

The other people around him also looked at him with envy, regretting why they didn't stand up, these questions are too simple for a fool to answer.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world, so they can only watch this young man named "Ding Jianjun" answer Song Zhichao's last question, waiting for him to win the 100 yuan bill after his victory.

Song Zhichao took a puff of cigarette and smiled kindly at the young man, "Last question, I locked a pig and a tiger together, and the pig didn't die the next day, but the tiger died, huh?"

The young man who was triumphant couldn't help but be stunned, touching his face, wondering if he had misheard the question.

The other people around were also stunned, feeling the same as young people, they lived so big, how could they have heard such a strange question.

"Well, comrade, you're not joking, are you?" the young man asked.

Song Zhichao shook his head, "Do you need me to say it again?" and repeated the question again with a smile.

This time, everyone heard it clearly, and they were all confused, and according to the IQ of their age, they couldn't understand the real "meaning" of this question at all.

After a long hesitation, the young man replied, "Because the tiger is sick, it is sick and dead." After speaking, he swallowed his saliva a little unconfidently, staring at Song Zhichao, waiting for him to announce the result.

Song Zhichao held the cigarette and picked his eyebrows with his fingers, "I'm sorry, you answered wrong." ”

The young man let out an "oh" in disappointment.

Before he could leave, countless hands had already been raised---

"I'm coming!"

"Let me come!"

"I'll come first!"

Everyone was unwilling to miss this opportunity to earn a hundred yuan, so they raised their hands and recommended themselves.

That's when ---

"Do you know how to answer the last question?"

"Look at your appearance, all of them want to be opportunistic, and you can't make money without real materials!"

"Shut it all up!

As he spoke, he saw a greasy fat man with his chest and belly bulging, and people stood out of the crowd in five or six.

Song Zhichao saw that it was the greasy middle-aged man --- "Qi Wanda" who boasted of being Hong Kong people in the recruitment hall before.

Qi Wanda looked around and felt that everyone around him was suppressed by his "momentum", so he turned his head to look at Song Zhichao, and then pushed the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose with his fingers, revealing a trace of shrewdness in his eyes.

Song Zhichao was about to speak, but Qi Wanda put his finger to his lips and said, "You don't need to speak, I will answer all these five questions to you." ”

"First, my name is Qi Wanda, Qi of the Qi family's army, and Wanda who has been developed for all generations. Second, I only applied for the position of Sales Director and was not considered for any other positions. Thirdly, the more salary I ask for, the better, and I am not afraid that money will burn my hands. Fourth, my specialty is that I am a very smart person, and no problem can stump me. As for the fifth question you mentioned......"

Qi Wanda deliberately lengthened his voice, stared at Song Zhichao with a pair of small eyes, and then leaned over and whispered into Song Zhichao's ear: "To be honest, I know the correct answer, but I am a very good person...... If you are willing to pay me fifty dollars, I will say that I don't know, lest you lose face. What do you think?"

Song Zhichao smiled and looked at the dead fat man in front of him, "I'm sorry, I still want to hear your correct answer is a beggar?"

Qi Wanda also smiled, took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and then threw Song Zhichao a meaningful look, "You know best, do you still need to say it?"

Song Zhichao was silent.

Qi Wanda laughed.

The people around him were puzzled.