It was noon, and I didn't have time to go home to tell my adoptive father the good news, so I coped with it casually, and then I took my famous ink dragon from a friend, and I called Didi, waiting for the arrival of the car owner in the shade of the road.

I'm going to have a job right away, and I'm waiting for a lot of money, and I don't care about the ten dollars, just be extravagant once.

"Di Di Di Di ......"

A red Camry, honking its horn and driving double flashes, parked on the side of the road.

"Red, piercing eyes! Festive! It's still an Atom version of Camry, absolutely amazing!"

I was secretly happy, and even God began to celebrate me. I smiled and opened the door and sat in the co-pilot.

"Dude, South Street, Renmin Road, East Third Ring Road, right......"

The owner of the car is a pretty boy, he held his mobile phone and looked at the location of Didi.

"Yes, yes, No. 99, South Street, Renmin Road, East Third Ring Road, Laolong Group. ”

I looked at the text message on my phone, confirmed it, and reiterated it to the pretty boy.

"No. 99?Laolong Group?Isn't it No. 98 South Street?When will there be another Laolong Group?" Liangzi frowned, then put the phone away, and continued: "Hey, fresh! Put on your seat belt and go!"

I didn't speak, I didn't care if he was 99 or 98, and I never paid attention to the street numbers anyway. It's almost the old city over there, and it's normal for Didi owners not to know. The old dragon group may have just moved here.

Ten minutes by car, the car has already driven into South Avenue and is still driving forward.

"Dude, it's almost where you are located, where do you want to get off? There is No. 98 at the end of the street in front, do you want to get off there?"

The owner of the beautiful boy said, slowing down the speed of the car.

I looked out the window and did reach the end of South Street, but I didn't find the big sign on it that said "Laolong Group".

"Okay, that's it. Thanks. ”

No. 98 is followed by No. 99, probably nearby!

I got out of the car and walked along the street for a while, and I saw a sign that said "No. 98 South Street", which is an office building. And there are only a few small shops in the back, and I have never found such a sign with a number.

Could it be that I was really deceived? No, it doesn't make sense to play me like this, what's the benefit to him?

I began to doubt my life, I didn't find a job, I was cheated, and I posted a dozen yuan of Didi fare.

I went to a shop at the end of the street.

The door was closed, and I went up and patted the sturdy glass door, which was so textured that I couldn't see inside.

"Anyone? I'm here for an interview......

I shouted loudly, but there was an unknown weakness of heart, and my voice became smaller and smaller.

You can't find a mistake, right? Then, how embarrassing it is to come out.

After a while, no one squeaked and no one came to open the door. I think I've really been caught up in a fake recruitment!

Angry, I turned around in frustration and prepared to leave.

"Squeak~~"

The door is open!

Before I could take the step of leaving, the door opened.

I turned around and saw a man, his age unknown, fashionable and trendy.

He wears a sporty light gray sweatshirt on the top, a light blue denim on the bottom, gray hair is combed back in a ponytail, and a pair of European-style casual sunglasses with yellow lenses cover his eyes.

Obviously an old man, but dressed like an artist.

"That, may I ask ......?"

Before I could finish my weak words, I heard a crisp hoarse voice.

"Wait a minute, don't you see I'm busy?"

The old man of the art fan was a little impatient, and continued to be busy without looking back.

I saw him put the stool in his hand aside and immediately stepped on it. When he stood firm, he saw his hand shake, and a vertical red banner appeared.

The bright red color seemed to have a fatal attraction to me. I moved a few steps curiously, craned my neck, and looked at the banner.

Old-Dragon-Hair-House!

Yes, the banner actually reads "Old Dragon Hair House".

I was completely stunned, could it be that this is the so-called Lao Long Group? At the moment, this fashionable old man is the interviewer who invited me to come?

I stared at the strangely dressed old man with wide eyes, and I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

My face was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and even my heart was half cold.

Actually, at that time, I really felt the urge to turn around and leave immediately.

However, thinking of my adoptive father, who needed high expenses, and the not-so-optimistic employment situation, I still chose to wait. Although it didn't take long, the few minutes I stood there were as tormenting as if they were eternal.

At last, the old man jumped off the stool, ignored me, and went straight into the house, without even looking at me.

"That's... I'm here for an interview!"

I let go of my embarrassment, mustered up courage, and shouted loudly.

However, the old man's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness of the room, and he never paid attention to me.

Perhaps, I really found the wrong place, and more likely it was a prank, and in desperation, I sighed in frustration.

"Come in......"

As I was about to turn away, I felt as if I had grasped the straw of an old dream, and I was excited. Because that hoarse and vicissitudes of voice came from the house, long and long.

At this moment, I did not hesitate, carried the painttube on my back, held the paintbrush, and stepped into the house in a few steps.

The room was pitch black, black, and I couldn't see anything clearly, and I didn't know why it was so dark in broad daylight, as if the light had been absorbed by a black hole.

I tried to catch the last light left in the room with my eyes, looking for the old man.

"Smack!"

There was a crisp sound, like the sound of the middle finger rubbing against the thumb, and it was magical, the lights in the room came on.

I guess it's voice-activated, I didn't think much of it, and looked at everything in the room.

A long table, a coffee table, a chair, a mirror that resembles a dresser, that's basically all there is to it.

When I turned my head to look at the environment on one side, I almost jumped up.

The old man was sitting quietly next to me, sipping colorful drinks, smiling at me!

People are scary, scary to death!

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked to the side.

It was a small bar with the glasses that the old man was wearing. There was a fish tank on the cabinet next to the bar, and there seemed to be a fish in it, I didn't see it too clearly, because there was another "pop", and the room suddenly sounded a cheerful DJ dance music, but the volume was not loud.

I saw it, and the sound of "pop" was really made by the old man beating his fingers.

"It's a dragon!"

The old man, who was smiling a moment ago, widened his eyes in an instant.

Hmm? Are you praising me for being a talent, a dragon among men?

I snickered and remembered my appearance, my delicate face, my bright eyes, and my purple hair falling down to my neck. Compared to the old man, except for one less ponytail, it is definitely a perfect image of a young artist.

I gladly accepted this compliment, and the image of that old man also changed dramatically in my heart, because he was really discerning, didn't he?

"Hello, are you the leader of the Lao Long Group? I am Long 15, and I am here for the interview. ”

I felt good about myself, and I used honorifics to speak, but as soon as I began to speak, the old man's expression changed, and he glanced at him with disdain.

"Self-beauty. I'm not boasting about you......"

The old man, muttering to himself, was too quiet to hear clearly.

I tried so hard to recall all the memories I had before I entered the room, even forgetting that I was going to have an interview, but even though I wanted to break my head, I still didn't know where to offend this old Shinto man. Could it be that he was just complacent and let him see it? No, I was just smiling faintly. Unless, he knows what's in his heart. No, no, no, it can't be!

He stood up, hummed a song in his mouth, twisted rhythmically to the DJ tunes in the room, and walked out of the bar.

"Take a look at your paintings. ”

It is said that the work is not easy to do, because the leader's temper stinks, and it is true. But I had to take the ink dragon painting out of the tube and hand it to him, because it might be an opportunity.

"Hmm...... It's a shame ......."

The old man took the ink dragon painting, unfolded the scroll, looked at it for a moment, nodded with satisfaction, then closed his eyes, shook his head and threw the painting on the bench, and he swayed to the rhythm.

I was very unhappy to see that the painting that had always been regarded as a treasure was thrown away, and it was also the work of my painstaking efforts, and besides, it was still the first painting recognized in the circle.

Anger, but I forcibly suppressed it and turned it into confusion.

"That's... Excuse me, is there something wrong with my ink paintings?"

Hearing my words, the old man who was dancing suddenly stopped, and the DJ music stopped abruptly.

At this moment, I felt an inexplicable fear, the old man in front of me seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with my questioning, and his eyes were also wide, I was afraid that he would be angry and do something that surprised me.

I timidly took a step back and lowered my head slightly, like a little boy who had done something wrong.

However, contrary to what I had guessed, the old man's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he smiled softly.

"No, no...... It's very well drawn! It's just that the paper sucks. I'm sorry, that dragon...... Oh! Dragon Fifteen, right? ”

Paper, it's terrible? It's obviously a good rice paper.

I doubt this far-fetched reason, and even more so the sudden change of attitude of the old man. His apologetic words made me a little embarrassed. After all, he's the interviewer, and I'm just here for the interview.

The old man who is cloudy day and night must have ghosts. I looked at the smiling old man in front of me and cautiously watched his movements.

"Come on, try drawing on my paper. ”

The old man, turning around, waved his hand, and a yellowish piece of paper appeared on the coffee table, the size of which was not much different from the one I had before.

I was stunned!

If the music and lights before were voice-activated, it also explains the past. What is the power of such a large piece of paper to appear out of thin air? Is this old man a magician?

I couldn't believe it, and after a few glances at the paper, I looked at the old man with wide eyes.

"What are you doing stupidly? Oh, hold your pen. If you want ink, you naturally need good paper with good ink ......"

He called me a few times, waved his hand again, and an inkstone appeared on the coffee table in an instant, along with polished ink.

Surprise and curiosity drove me forward, reaching for the paper and the inkstone.

It's true! It's just that the ink doesn't seem to have the same scent of ink as before, but has a hint of fishy smell.

"Tricks, haven't you seen them?

The old man was quite understanding, and although his tone was very bad, it also pointed out the doubts in my heart. There are countless strange Chinese people, and the trick is also true. It's just that his methods are also very clever.

"Maybe this is an assessment of me, probably because I think my ink paintings are fake. ”

Thinking to myself, I picked up the pen and was eager to try to conquer this magical old man in front of me by painting on the spot.

I hunched my body, hanging my elbows and wrists, my palms were empty and my fingers were solid, and I was skillfully outlining.

This is my stage.

I was very familiar with the dragon because of the drawing, and I was finished writing in no time.

Looking at his new work, the dragon is lifelike, like a fantasy, with a slightly different charm from the past. I don't know exactly what it is. All in all, it feels better than ever before. I'm sure the old man, who was the interviewer, would have been impressed by my paintings.

Looking back at the old man, I don't know if he watched me paint the whole time, anyway, his expression at the moment was the same as I expected, he was stunned and stunned.

That expression didn't last long on his face, and he nodded slightly, smiled, and smiled gently. Then he tilted his head, looked behind me, clapped his hands, and said, "Come on, Xiaoxing, come and meet our new members." ”

I followed the old man's gaze and turned to see a young man, a familiar young man who had just walked into the room.

It's that person, it's the deaf barber you met on the street!

I was very surprised to know that he had an interview, and I blessed him with "Good luck", but I didn't expect to meet him here.

How could it be him, a new member, a new member of ours?

I was successful in the interview? He had already succeeded in the interview, and it was the same group company!

Looking back at the mysterious interviewer in front of me, a godlike old man, I was puzzled.

And the old man, however, seemed to have expected such a reaction from me, smiling and even a little kind on his gentle face, just like an old man, but this casual, artist-dressed old man, but in my eyes, there was always a hint of madness and mystery.

"First of all, Long Fifteen, congratulations on becoming a member of the Lao Long Hair House under the Lao Long Group. Then, introduce myself, I am Lao Long, the interviewer of you and Xiaoxing, and the owner of this hair shop. ”

He still maintained a mysterious smile, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and at the same time stretched out a wizened palm to me, as if it had penetrated time in an instant.

I was a little stunned.