"Aren't you people just trying to get a chance to work for others, why don't you even have time to go to the toilet?" The rustic boy had already arrived in the aisle of the stairs at this time, shook his head, and said to himself, "Do you think that I, Murong Hong, a talented man who has been through heaven and earth, actually huddled together with these laymen, and made me sweaty, and I can't go to the toilet yet?" If you don't go to the toilet, will you get a prostate? Oh, you're a woman, you don't have a prostate, huh? Then you will also get urethritis and cystitis, and if you don't get it right, you will get infertility in the future, do you understand? ”

However, complaining is complaining, and Murong Hong, who prides himself on having the talent of heaven and earth, can only look at the long dragon and sigh.

A few days ago, Murong Hong had to stay in Qin Xiaoli's body for a while. During that time, he not only had to look at the male body beside him inch by inch, but also had to endure all kinds of inconveniences from his aunt, which was really miserable.

It was easy to wait until the seventh day, when his energy was full, and he was finally able to use the Soul Snatching Method to return to his body. Murong Hong left the guest house at this time. However, before leaving, he still left a sum of money for Qin Xiaoli, who was sleeping, which could be regarded as compensation for the loss of her body lent to him in the past few days, of course, it was not the loss of youth.

After Qin Xiaoli woke up, she would not remember the experience of Murong Hong's soul-snatching and occupying the mansion. She would have forgotten all about the man who had been in her body. This is also the greatest beauty of the soulsnatcher. For those who have been robbed of their souls, that memory will be completely erased. Even if she wakes up and wonders what she was doing and why she came to live in this guest house, she will only think that she has just been sleepwalking for a few days.

Murong Hong, who returned to his body, wandered around Jiangbei City for two more days, and after having enough, he left Jiangbei and came to Jiangnan City.

His goal is to be one of the best companies in Jiangnan City and even in the whole of China - Qiangsheng Group.

However, when he got here, he didn't receive a warm welcome like gongs and drums, but he still had to queue up like a bus and subway like these applicants, which was indeed a big impact on the ambitious Murong Hong.

Murong Hong sat on the steps at the top of the staircase, turned his head boredly, and looked around.

Suddenly, his gaze focused on something on the wall.

Haha, great, baby, that's you.

On the other side, people waiting in line for interviews began to get a little impatient.

The weather at the end of September, although it is already autumn, is still extremely hot. Although there was air conditioning in the room, perhaps because there were so many people in the building at once, everyone felt that there was not enough air to breathe.

Suddenly, the sound of an alarm sounded in the hallway.

Before everyone could understand what was going on, a figure rushed out of the corridor and shouted, "Oh no, it's on fire, it's on fire, it's on fire, run!" ”

At this moment, the crowd in line began to stir.

A few women were so frightened that they left the group first, and the rest of them were still standing there, not knowing what to do.

But after a few seconds, smoke suddenly rose from the hall again, white smoke.

"It's really on fire!" Someone shouted.

Eventually, the whole team began to panic. In less than a moment, the long dragon ran away with only a few people left.

At this time, Murong Hong slowly walked out of a corner, and he still had a smile on his face.

This qiē just now is his masterpiece.

He rang the fire alarm in the hallway and rushed in, falsely claiming that it was on fire. Seeing that many people were just stunned and didn't move, he simply made white smoke, which made people mistakenly think that the fire had spread.

Murong Hong followed behind the few people who hadn't left yet, looked back at the messy hall, and couldn't help but snicker.

You people, when you encounter such a small situation, you are not calm? At this level, what else do you want to apply for?

"I said, this man, it's all on fire, why don't you run?" Murong Hong patted the shoulder of the fat man standing in front of him and said.

"What's there to run?" The fat man turned his head and said indifferently, "With my size, I can't squeeze into the elevator, and I can't run such a high staircase, where can I run?" Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, you really should die, and there is no way to do it. ”

Murong Hong looked this fat guy up and down, this gentleman was bloated, with a round face and a round belly, just like a pregnant woman who had been eight months pregnant. Also, this guy is so fat that he can't run if he wants to.

"Dude, you're so generous!" Murong Hong gave a thumbs up, "It's really Mount Tai collapsed in front of me and didn't move, admire and admire!" So, can I ask you a favor? ”

"What's the busy?" The fat man said.

"Since you said that life and death are fate, and wealth is in the sky, then whether you can apply for the job today or not is also doomed, right?" Murong Hong crossed his arms, nodded, and said very seriously.

"Probably right?" The heartless fat man nodded.

"That means whether you're a little ahead or a little bit back today doesn't affect you getting the job, right?" Murong Hong said very "sincerely".

"Well." The little fat man touched his head and looked honest, "It should be." ”

"Well, man, since you are so high-minded and so sensible, why don't you let me be in front of you? Anyway, whether you can get a job or not is predestined, and you don't care if there is one more person in front of you, right? ”

"Well, well." This fat man is really a "high wind and bright festival", and he immediately gave up his seat.

Good guys, move one more seat forward, and you can interview at least three minutes early. This is definitely a good thing for Murong Hong, who has a strong sense of time.

Murong Hong, what do you say? He is impatient, however, the advantage is that he is very efficient and never wastes time.

Although it is a bit unkind to drive away those people who are in line, in Murong Hong's philosophy, if these people panic when they encounter a little situation and give up their seats, it can only show that they are not qualified to apply here. If these people were their own employees, Lao Tzu would have fired them all a long time ago.

"Who did you deliberately press the fire alarm next to the stairs?" At this time, a man who looked like a security guard came in from outside, and scolded at a loud voice, "What are you doing? Who lacks eight lifetimes of virtue, not only pressed the fire alarm, but also threw some 'drippy' fireworks in the corridor. If I had to find him, I'd definitely screw his ears. ”

Hearing this, Murong Hong smiled.

Dude, where are the 'dripping gold' fireworks? (Note: This is a kind of fireworks for children to play with, you can put it in your hand, rotate it around, it will drip sparks, and white smoke will come out) That's the origami I used to cast spells, you still think it's a fragment of fireworks?

"Isn't it a fire alarm?" The fat man behind Murong Hong said, a few seconds ago, he was still standing in front of Ding Dang.

His simple appearance really seems to be a giant panda, and Ding Dang likes it a little.

Rub, the master doesn't like men, he just likes guys with characteristics.

"What's your name?" Murong Hong turned his head and asked.

"My name is Qian Dana, and my nickname is Fat Pig." This fat man is very frank.

"Money Dana? Lots of money? Yes, your parents are very level, so they gave you this name. ”

"And what's your name?"

"My surname is Murong, and my name is Murong Hong. Oh, that word is too profound, and you won't understand it if I say it. Murong Hong pretended to be deep and said.

"What's so profound? Isn't red just red, isn't that just a color? The red of the traffic light, who doesn't recognize this word? Unexpectedly, the fat man shook his head and said.

Murong Hong was happy, and said in his heart: This old man, if you dare to love you, you will know a red letter? So why are you still applying here?

"What position are you applying for?" Murong Hong felt that this fat man was more interesting, and continued to ask.

"Security."

"Won't it?" Murong Hong was stunned again.

You're a big guy and you're still working as a security guard? Please, don't torture my cranial nerves.

As soon as the interview supervisor saw the fat man, he could immediately let him go. Just you, a fat pig, are you still a security guard?

"The one in front of you has already entered, Brother Murong, you should walk forward, so as not to cut others in line." The fat pig Qian Dana said.

Ding Dang turned his head, and sure enough, there was no one in front of him.

He really wanted to thank himself for his wisdom just now, because right behind him and Qian Dana, at this time, there were more people again. There were a lot of people, the same people who had been scared away by the fire just now.

"Get out of the way, let me pass!" But at this moment, someone squeezed in from the back of the queue and walked towards the front with a menacing attitude.

"Hey, go in line, don't cut the line!"

"That's right, queue up, we've been queuing for most of the day."

"Who is this? Why don't you know how to be polite at all, it's really uneducated! ”

There were complaints from the crowd.

However, the thick-skinned fellow who had been plugged in was so thick that he did not pay any attention to them, but walked straight forward as if no one was around.

But behind Qian Dana, this guy can't get by no matter what. The money is big, the body is fat, and the whole road is almost blocked.

"Hey, I said, you fat man, you're not going to move your body away for me? You're so fat, why are you running here? You dead pig! The man who cut in line shouted.

Qian Da turned his head, and as soon as he saw the other party, he immediately obediently moved his fat body away.

The guy who cut the queue was a thin man with dyed yellow hair, a floral shirt on the top, a pair of jeans on the bottom, a pair of blue running shoes underneath, and a tilted head. At first glance, this is a character born of a gangster.

It's strange, why did such a guy come here to apply?

This yellow-haired head still wanted to squeeze in front of Murong Hong, but Murong Hong just didn't move. Huang Mao went to the left, and Murong Hong also walked to the left; Huang Mao is to the right, and Murong Hong is also to the right.

"Hey, I said, you stinky boy, what are you doing in my way? Good dogs aren't in the way. Huang Mao was annoyed.

"Unfortunately, I'm not a good dog." Murong Hong turned his head and looked at him with a smile.

"Haha, what did you say? You're not a good dog, so you're a rotten dog? When the yellow fur heard this, he laughed.

"Wrong." Murong Hong stretched out his finger and shook it, "Between me and you, there is a person who is a good dog, but unfortunately, I am not that good dog." ”

"What do you mean?" There was also something wrong with the IQ of this yellow hair, and he lowered his head and pondered.

He understood right away.

"You stinky boy, you dare to say that Lao Tzu is a dog? Looking for a fight! "Huang Mao is on fire, and according to Murong Hong, it is a punch.

However, his fist hit him, and the other party dodged it like lightning.

Huang Mao saw that the punch missed, and he became more and more annoyed, and kicked towards Murong Hong with one kick.

But this time, Murong Hong flashed again.

"Have you had enough? Now, it's your turn to have fun with you. After Murong Hong flashed, he raised a kick and kicked it towards the crotch of the yellow hair.

I only heard a scream of "ah", and the yellow hair drew a standard parabola in the air like a leather ball, crossed the entire hall, and headed towards the door of the corridor??????