At eight o'clock in the morning, the entire Shanghe City was busy, Chen Fan walked out of the community with black circles under his eyes, and when he went out, the hard disk in his hand was stuffed under a hidden dirt pit, but the ashes of the scattered immortals were still placed next to the computer.

He listened to the story of the scattered immortals all night, and to his surprise, the information that had passed more than two thousand years could still be kept so complete and expressed in this way, which was beyond his understanding.

Moreover, in the mouth of the scattered immortals, his own method of opening the void world with charms has already embarked on the journey of cultivating immortals, but the normal cultivation of immortals requires aura and luck until it can be exported.

It's like having enough ink in your stomach to write.

However, according to Chen Fan's understanding, these talismans did not have any threshold, and those powers from heaven and earth only passed through his body, and then directly opened the void realm and operated the talismans, which was also beyond the cognition of the scattered immortals.

However, because he only has ashes left, it seems that there is no way to understand new things, and can only answer the past experience mechanically. In this way, Chen Fan fumbled for most of the night, and now he rushed to the interview sleepily.

The original company's compensation has been paid, Chen Fan has never had so much money in his account, he usually only drinks one bowl of soy milk for breakfast, he drank two bowls today, and took a taxi to Wu Yue's company.

As his former roommate, Chen Fan's only impression of this person is idealism, he aspires to do his best in many things, and he is more positive than him.

Chen Fan didn't like to deal with this kind of person, and he remembered what San Xian said to him yesterday: "If a person doesn't control his own destiny with his own hands, everything will be lost in the end." ”

This feeling of relying on others for help is really uncomfortable.

Half an hour later, Wu Yue didn't say a word of greeting, and led him straight to their director's office.

"Xiao Chen, right? Sit, recommended by Wu Yue, we just happen to have a place to talk to you. "The director is approachable and pleasant. The person is very thin, holding a thermos cup, and the office is filled with the smell of tea.

Chen Fan nodded and sat down, intending to take the interview seriously. But after the other party asked a few painless work questions, the sudden name of a person made Chen Fan's hair stand up.

"Are you familiar with Chang Chao? I've heard he's your former supervisor. ”

Chen Fan's brain suddenly went blank, and he even felt that his expression and eyes were a little out of control.

It's been a week since the senior jumped off the building, and today is even his first seventh, but there is no discussion on the Internet about this incident, and the people around him are silent. Except for the conversation that the department director pulled him over at the time, no one had mentioned the name for a long time.

"Acquaintance." Chen Fan subconsciously tightened the corner of his clothes.

"Don't be too nervous." The director also seemed to be a little speechless, to put it bluntly, he didn't know how to open his mouth about this matter, so he took a sip of tea and said: "Do you know the reason why the former company fired you?" Because I know you can do the job. ”

"I ...... Don't understand. ”

"If you think about it again, Chang Chao has a little secret." The director lowered his voice, walked up to Chen Fan, and patted him on the shoulder: "If you understand, we are happy to buy you with this secret, it is very valuable." ”

This is already a naked recruitment, Chen Fan thought to himself, if the director of another company can understand this matter, then maybe the boss of the original company also knows about the "Daoyuan Sutra".

If their statements can be combined with the information given to him by Qingping, things seem to be ...... It's clear.

This so-called examination allows human participation, but it does not say whether it is an organization or an individual. It takes a lot of manpower and material resources to crack the whole book, to explore, to excavate, and even to open source some code.

That makes sense.

But if this is the case, it means that Chen Fan still jumps from one fire pit to another.

Do you have to fix fucking immortals?

But the director in front of him offered him an attractive salary and conditions, and joining them, with the same salary as the previous company, was just another thing.

But at this moment, Chen Fan was actually thinking about ...... Will he still use this work experience in the future?

"Let me think again." He was relieved.

"It's okay, think about it again, this is my business card, you can add my WeChat again, you can tell me immediately if you have ideas." The director hurriedly agreed, and even snickered a little.

The person in front of him did not completely deny it, indicating that at least he knew something, and he only hoped that what he had now was at least worth more than the salary offered to him, but no matter how bad it was, it was also a labor force, wasn't it?

The director sent him out of the office building with a good calculation, and before leaving, Chen Fan saw Wu Yue staring at him at the workstation, and the dark circles under the other party's eyes were equally heavy.

Chen Fan looked at the few people lying in the WeChat address book, the senior, the director who was interviewed just now, Wu Yue, and Qingping. The identities of these people and the events of the past few days made his head heavy, and he was expected to make a choice as soon as possible.

At least on Qingping's side, the argument is: there is not much time left before the first written test, the test center will be issued soon, and everyone is recruiting.

But he is just a programmer, an ordinary small town problem-solver, and his biggest dream is to save some money to buy a house on the front line, and then take his parents over to live. Of course, he always thought he could buy two.

Okay now, it's all the seniors.

You said that this person doesn't do a good job, and he has to mix with what "Daoyuan Sutra" and what kind of cultivation immortals, is he really idle!

If you don't change the city yourself, delete all these documents, and put the ashes of that scattered immortal back, you have the right to act as if nothing happened.

Thinking in his heart, Chen Fan planned to submit a new resume as soon as he went back. But the moment he opened the door, a strong force smashed him against the wall, and then a thick arm was pressed against Chen Fan's neck.

Dizzy for a while, he was still a little confused, but he saw four or five big men crowded into the small rental house, led by a bald man with a full face, frowning and comparing the photos in his hand.

"Boss, it's him."

"You are Chen Fan?"

The opening line is still so old-fashioned.

Chen Fan gasped, and he didn't deny it, but he knew that his strength couldn't resist an arm as thick as his thigh, so he patted the other party's arm and surrendered with both hands, and was quickly put down.

Looking around, the room had been rudely turned over, and even the lid of the urn next to the computer had been opened. If the other party doesn't rob money, it is estimated that he will not rob the sex, if he is still waiting here, there should be no other possibility.

"He didn't give me anything." Chen Fan didn't want to bother with any saliva, nor did he want to guess the origin of these people, so he coughed twice and said directly: "I really don't know anything." ”

In the first-tier cities, these organizations that can be found to break through the empty door are no longer the forces that he can resist as a small-town problem-solver.

"Within three days, you get out of this city, if we see you again, next time it won't be as simple as squatting on you." The leader of the big man motioned to his subordinates, and soon an earmuff was put on Chen Fan's head, and the other party's voice finally came from his ear: "Remember this lesson, don't touch others, no one can protect you." ”

In the next second, a piercing noise poured into Chen Fan's brain, and several strong men suppressed Chen Fan's struggle and cries for help, and tortured him for several hours.

"I'll just say, this world can only protect itself by relying on its own strength, just self-protection."

In a trance, Chen Fan, whose eyes were red, saw the urn on the computer desk, and recalled this sentence in his mind.