The next morning, while Haradin was still asleep from his wine, the butler carried ten thousand Tyrells' grain to Black Rock as he had commanded.

Zhaoming waited here early, facing the endless grain transportation team, not to mention how happy he was.

Although the butler felt inappropriate, he still did not dare to disobey Haradin's order, for fear that he would affect the master's plan.

Zhaoming sighed that the identity of a knight is really useful, although Haradin has a huge power in Black Rock, he can still only use this way to deal with Zhaoming and does not dare to turn his face directly.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the knight is the warrior of the goddess Enya, the messenger of the gods like the priests and nuns.

So even though there is only one person in the Knights of Zhaoming now, no one dares to plot against him.

"Come on, come on, put it all in the warehouse, oh, by the way, put this lock on!"

Seeing the grain piled up in the warehouse, Zhaoming couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and the arrogant expression of the housekeeper on the side of Haradin was almost unbearable.

After the team carrying the grain returned to his life, Zhaoming returned to the city hall to prepare to start his talent selection plan.

On the first floor of the city hall, Kaeya prepared the examination room for the candidates according to Zhaoming's instructions.

Everyone was spaced at a distance, just like a human exam before the time crossing.

The crowd waited a little anxiously, and a few even began to complain.

As they chattered, Kaeya yelled in silence, but no one paid any attention to him.

Kaeya looked at the noisy crowd and felt powerless, how could he be able to intimidate many of these candidates who had been his bosses before?

Fortunately, Zhaoming also walked in at this time, and everyone immediately quieted down.

He saw Kaeya's move just now, and patted him on the shoulder to show his affirmation.

Immediately, Kaeya brought a chair for Zhaoming, and Zhaoming sat upright and said to everyone: "I am Zhaoming, the Lord of Black Rock, I heard that you want to get an errand under me?" ”

Everyone nodded obediently, and Zhaoming pretended to be majestic and said, "I can give you a chance, but I only need to be elite, so please show your true skills." ”

Everyone said that there was no problem, and Zhaoming liked their confident appearance now, and they would cry later.

Leila placed a blank sheet of paper on the table in front of everyone, and Zhaoming wrote the exam question "Introduce Yourself" on the board behind her.

Many candidates looked at the question and were a little stunned, didn't they say that they were asked to show their real skills? How did it become a self-introduction?

Zhaoming explained that they were asked to write down their characteristics on paper as much as possible, and the difficulty was how to make the lord understand their strengths and accept their weaknesses.

"Two hours time limit, let's get started!"

With Zhaoming's order, some people worked hard to write, and some people scratched their ears and cheeks.

Last night he had seen all the former Black Rock politicians, but today there were a lot of strange people who also attended.

Zhaoming invigilated the exam with a relaxed face, he had long wanted to enjoy the feeling of watching others answer the questions.

In the previous world, I always sat in the audience to take exams, and it was good to say when I met a good teacher, but when I met a bad temper, I would hum and hum at every turn to affect your answers.

I didn't expect to one day feel what it's like to watch others struggle here.

While Zhao Ming was thinking, Elusa happened to pass by the doorway, still holding some rags and brooms in her hands.

"Elusa, don't work too hard, leave some work for these people," Zhaoming said, pointing to the person who was answering the question.

"Good master!"

Elusa was used to flirting with her master, but those who were taking the exam looked confused.

Are we going to clean the maid after passing the exam?

But reality doesn't allow them to think, and now they have to race against time.

Zhaoming had already stated to them in advance that only 30 people would be left in this selection, and there were at least 70 people present at this time.

As the minutes ticked by, Zhaoming felt a little bored.

But on the other side, Haradin couldn't sit still at the moment.

Meimei woke up and his men reported to him what had happened last night.

Last night, the two of them were in love, but when Haradin woke up, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

I sent the things myself, but Zhaoming didn't agree to anything!

But when asked if he wanted to go to Zhaoming, Haradin decisively refused.

"Master, I've made a plan, the matter has been settled, so don't say anything more."

After saying that, Haradin went back to his luxurious room and counted the money, cursing Zhaoming in his heart.

"Stinky boy, you'd better get to know each other!"

And in the city hall here, Zhaoming suddenly sneezed for some reason.

"Who's thinking about me? Lucia? ”

Just when he was briefly distracted, someone had already finished the exam questions and came to him with the answer sheet.

"My lord, I'm done." A tall and lanky man said as he handed the paper in his hand to Zhaoming.

Zhaoming took it and looked at it, and was immediately shocked by the content on it.

I saw that it was neatly written all over the place, and the neat arrangement was almost like a printer.

Zhaoming looked at the man in shock, his face looked haggard, his hair and beard had not been trimmed in a long time.

"Come with me, let's talk next door."

Zhaoming invited the man to the next door for an interview, which put pressure on the other candidates, can they meet the lord in advance? This is the question of everyone now.

At this time, in the next room, Zhaoming looked at the answer sheet in his hand, which was neatly written line by line, the man's name, experience, strengths and weaknesses of self-evaluation, and even family background......

The man's name was Grouchy, and he used to be a scribe for the magistrate. He did not leave after the Royal Government left, because his wife and daughter were still dependent on him for support.

"My lord, although I originally had a low status, I am familiar with all the work and business of the city hall, and I can help you deal with some daily work."

Grussy's modest words pleased Akira, but he was curious that Grusch only wrote in the shortcomings column that he worked for the lord for a maximum of 10 hours a day.

Zhaoming asked curiously, "Why do you still write my daily working hours?" ”

Grouhi replied: "Because I wish I could have spent some time with my family." ”

Zhaoming smiled, and Groushi felt nervous, he thought that his request did not satisfy the lord, and hurriedly said that the time was actually negotiable.

However, Zhaoming directly and cheerfully said that as long as he works for himself 8 hours a day, he will not take up the rest of the time.

"Now go upstairs for me, get all the files in order, and let me see if you're bragging."

The lord was so refreshed, Groushi was moved, and then said that he would not be dishonored.

After Grouchy left, a second candidate followed, and since Zhaoming didn't explain, Leila told everyone who submitted the papers to go directly to the next door to find the lord.

In front of me was a slightly chubby middle-aged woman, holding a piece of white paper in her hand, and said a little embarrassed: "My lord, I can't write, and I haven't been a government clerk before......"

Zhaoming, who was drinking tea, almost sprayed her face with a mouthful of water, but still gave her a chance to introduce herself.

It turned out that the woman's name was Barnett, a former sheriff's cook, and later married in Black Rock, so she came to try her luck in order to support her children.

"My lord, although I don't have any skills, I am absolutely first-class in chores, and I am also ...... in cooking."

Barnett gushes about her experience as a cook, and Zhaoming interrupts her, saying that she has been selected, and now she should go and work with Elusa.

"Oh, thank you, sir!"

Barnett excitedly wanted to give Zhaoming a hug, and Zhaoming told her to hurry up and go to work, and by the way, she fried two more dishes at noon.

Barnett couldn't understand what it meant to stir-fry two more dishes, so she assumed that the lord wanted to eat more.

After that, dozens of people walked in and lined up to interview Zhaoming, who did his best to pick those "elites" who he thought would be useful.

What he needs is not a clerk who messes around, but someone who has real talent and hard work.

So he'd rather have a cook, Barnet, than those useless people who can only mess around and write articles.

Many people who were brushed down could only leave helplessly after scolding them for not knowing the goods, leaving a total of 30 people.

Most of them were former government officials, and Zhaoming told them that Leila and Kaeya would be their heads in the future, and that everything would be under their command.

In addition, Zhaoming also admitted a female secretary, this girl named Vanessa seemed to be well-behaved and sensible, and Zhaoming ordered her to be his secretary.

"Thank you, sir!"

Vanessa originally thought that she was hopeless to be admitted, she only wrote that one of her strengths was that she could endure hardships, but she didn't expect the lord to admit her just by asking a few random questions.

Zhaoming saw that the time was almost up, so he asked everyone to go back and prepare, and come to work early tomorrow morning.

"Remember, when you work under me, you have to be diligent and quick!"

"Understood, sir!"

Zhaoming was about to announce the end of the audition, but then Laila came in and reported that there was still someone taking the exam.

Zhaoming walked into the examination room curiously, only to see that in the last row of the room, there was one last person who was struggling to write.

This is a young man with a somewhat green appearance, some swollen eyes, and the difference is that he has not only a pen in his hand, but also many strange rulers.