After interviewing Ned Barty, Meng Qi looked at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and then looked at the other people, their spirits were also tired to a certain extent.

Bob Turner has even been whispering things like "what's the difference between a centralized interview and a concentration camp?"

"In the morning, we will interview the last person, and then we will rest for half an hour before continuing."

If you insist on continuing the interview, I am afraid that the effect will be greatly reduced, so Meng Qi quickly made a decision.

Bob Turner: Of course, the three of them were in favor of it with both hands.

"Let's get to the next person and get the morning done in one go." Mark Dujon lifted his spirits, "I desperately need hot dogs right now, lots of hot dogs!" ”

The next interview was quickly brought over by the staff, and after a gentle knock on the door, the interviewee pushed the door and walked in, and then stood by the door and froze, with a mixture of wonder and extreme surprise on his face, as if he had seen something terrible.

Also surprised were Meng Qi and Su Nan.

Because the interviewer who just came in was also a Chinese with black hair and yellow skin, and it turned out to be someone they knew.

Even, for Meng Qi, this interviewee is simply too familiar to be familiar.

After all, I've been living in the same dormitory since I went abroad......

"Ziming, why are you?" Meng Qi stood up, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this world was too small.

Under the influence of this mood, coupled with the fact that he was facing his own compatriots, Meng Qi naturally used Huaxia.

"I'm also surprised, how could the president and Su Nan appear in AC Comics," Du Ziming's complicated expression on his face still didn't dissipate, and he also replied in Chinese, "And, it seems that you still appear here as interviewers......

"I don't see your name on these bios."

Meng Qi raised his own questions.

There are thousands of applicants who sent resumes to AC Comics this time, and although Meng Qi can't read everyone's resumes, at least, he is still familiar with the basic information of these people who came to see the interview today.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have easily unearthed the talent of Ned Barty.

"I only wrote my English name on my resume......," Du Ziming smiled wryly.

Although the two of them were talking in Huaxia, except for Su Nan, several other people heard it in a fog, but judging by the tone and expression of the two of them, they could also guess the relationship between Meng Qi and Du Ziming.

"Meng, is this someone you know?" Joe Smith asked.

"That's right." Meng Qi replied, "It's my classmate and roommate......"

"Wow, do we need to continue our interview?"

Meng Qi didn't answer, but asked Du Ziming, "Ziming, what position are you applying for?" ”

"Colorist." Du Ziming replied simply, then glanced at Meng Qi with deep meaning, and said, "But I have decided to withdraw from the interview now." ”

"Why?" Before Meng Qi could speak, Joe Smith said a little anxiously, "This is a good opportunity!" ”

Du Ziming did not respond to Joe Smith, but looked at Meng Qi, and a few slightly sharp edges flashed in his eyes.

"President, if I can, I'd like to find a chance to talk to you about something."

Meng Qi noticed the change in Du Ziming's tone, which seemed to have something else in it. He was silent for two or three seconds, and then replied in a deep voice:

"Good!"

Du Ziming nodded, said "excuse me", and then exited the room.

Although Su Nan didn't say anything, she was also keenly aware of some unusual tastes, she blinked her eyes a few times, and then cast an inquiring glance at Meng Qi.

Meng Qi patted the back of her hand lightly and said softly, "It's okay." ”

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Du Ziming's messy entry ended the morning interview.

After lunch and a short break, the afternoon interview went ahead as usual.

The whole interview will last until about 5 p.m., and Meng Qi has selected a total of 4 screenwriters, 7 cartoonists and 2 colorists among these people, and in general, the acceptance rate is not high.

After the interview, Bob Turner, Joe Smith and Mark Dujon didn't seem to want to stay at AC Comics for an extra minute, and they left quickly.

Meng Qi waited until Su Nan arranged some things for the new employees to join, and then left the company with her.

As soon as the elevator opened, I saw Du Ziming standing in the hall waiting.

Meng Qi and Su Nan glanced at each other and stepped out of the elevator.

"President......" Du Ziming walked over quickly.

"You've been waiting for me here?" Meng Qi was also a little surprised.

What exactly is Du Ziming going to say? Do you have to say it now?

"No, I've been waiting for you in the Chinese restaurant across the street." Du Ziming replied, "I just saw the other three interviewers coming downstairs, so I thought if you were going to come down too, so I came over." ”

Meng Qi nodded and asked, "What do you want to talk about?" ”

"It's better to ...... Let's go to the Chinese restaurant opposite and sit down and talk......" Du Ziming raised his hand and looked at the time, "It's almost time for dinner......

"It's fine."

"I'll go too." As soon as Meng Qi's words fell, Su Nan immediately said.

"Uh......"

Du Ziming originally wanted to communicate with Meng Qi alone, but Su Nan now asked to go together, and Du Ziming couldn't figure out the relationship between her and Meng Qi for a while, so there was no follow-up after a "uh".

"Su Nan is the CEO of AC Comics." Meng Qi suddenly said this.

Du Ziming paused for a moment and said with a smile: "Then together." ”

What he didn't know was that these changes in his expression fell in Meng Qi's eyes.

The Chinese restaurant opposite AC Comics claims to have all the eight major Chinese cuisines, but the chef is actually a serious Bashu person, and he is very good at making Bashu dishes.

This happened to be the appetite of Meng Qi, who was originally a Bashu person.

It seems that Du Ziming has already booked a room, and after entering the restaurant, he led Meng Qi and Su Nan to a private room.

After the three of them sat down, Du Ziming was not in a hurry to say something, but handed the menu to Su Nan, and said with a smile: "Su Nan, why don't you order food...... I heard that the chef here is from Rongcheng just like the president......"

Du Ziming handled the relationship on the table very well, and his words were beautiful. not only took care of the only lady present, but also reminded Su Nan that he should order a few dishes that suit Meng Qi's taste, and not offend both sides.

Su Nan didn't know the meaning of Du Ziming's words, took the menu expressionlessly, flipped through it a few times, and simply ordered two meats, two vegetables and one soup, which was completely enough for three people to eat.

But Du Ziming felt that it was not enough, so he called the waiter back and added two dishes.

Meng Qi frowned slightly.

Du Ziming's performance at this time is very different from usual, he is usually too silent, but now, he is like an old fritter who has been crawling in society for many years, carefully and properly handling various relationships.

"You can say it now, what the hell is going on, Ziming?" Meng Qi asked.

Du Ziming looked at Meng Qi with blazing eyes and said:

"President, you're Frank Miller, aren't you?"