Conclusive Proof of a Shady Transnational Recruiter!

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to transcend social classes! If you miss this chance, you won't even be able to touch the doorknob of this shop!"

Sing Sing shoved the contract into the Ape-Man's chest.

The Ape-Man looked down at the paper and was somewhat tempted.

Moon-Boy, Ape-Man

"I..." He raised his hand and scratched hard in the thick black hair on the back of his head, scraping off two clumps of ash, looking helpless.

"It's not that I don't want to go, but I can't leave right now. That gold thing you mentioned... it sounds like there are lots of iron blocks to collect?"

"What? You're hiding some family heirloom in this ice hole? Or perhaps..."

Old Zhou suddenly lowered his voice, nudged the Ape-Man's lower back with his elbow, and chuckled with a wink, "Or is it that you've secretly met a female monkey in this freezing weather and don't want to leave? Oh, young monkey, full of vigor, understandable!"

"But our bureau guarantees you a partner! When you go back to China, we'll introduce you to a genuine Mount Emei golden monkey, the kind with a government job, isn't that better than your backwater, backwater job?"

"No, no! I'm looking for my best friend. It's lost. I'm waiting for it here, or hoping to find it!"

Are you looking for someone?

Upon hearing this, Sing Sing immediately perked up. Hadn't he just walked right into a trap?

He thumped his chest loudly. "You should have said so earlier! Our 749 Bureau may not have much else, but we have tons of people and a global intelligence network! Don't even mention finding a person, we can find a missing ant by following its pheromones!"

Sing Sing pulled a small notebook out of his pocket and bit off the pen cap.

"Come on, what's your friend's name? What does he/she look like? Is he/she male or female? Does he/she have any obvious birthmarks? Like a hairy mole on his/her butt, or seven stars on the sole of his/her foot or something?"

"It's called the Devil Dinosaur," the Ape-Man answered honestly.

"What the heck?" Sing Sing paused, his hand holding the pen still.

"It's red."

As the Ape-Man spoke, he stretched out his two hands to make an exaggerated, gaping maw.

"As for its size... it's about the size of these three caves! Its skin is very hard, and its teeth are very, very long!"

Sing Sing put down his pen, stuck his little finger into his ear and blew on it, then wiped it on his suit trousers.

He seriously doubted that he had just hallucinated due to the cold wind outside.

"Wait a minute, what did you just say about a dragon?"

"Devil Dinosaur."

The Ape-Man patiently repeated it, even adding a "roar" sound.

Sing Sing gasped in shock at the pristine, cold air of Alaska.

Shouldn't this thing be displayed as a skeleton in a museum for elementary school students to see?

Did the Jurassic Park film crew skip their regular work and not pay the extras?

He turned to look at Darwin was huddled in a corner warming himself by the fire.

"Hey, Nick Fury, have you heard there's something like this around here? You've been out in this freezing cold for a while, have you ever seen one?"

"Do I look like a caveman to you?! How am I supposed to know about dinosaurs?!" Darwin roared at the top of his lungs. "Don't look at me like that, like I'm some rare, endangered wild animal! No matter how much I mutate, I can't produce dinosaur genes!"

"Useless stuff." Sing Sing clicked his tongue.

Turning around, the Sichuan Opera face-changing master appeared.

Old Zhou's shrewd face was filled with a warm, heartwarming smile.

"Uh, a dinosaur, right? A red one, and it's called Demon. Pretty imposing name, you could tell it's got a lot of ambition."

Sing Sing grabbed the Ape-Man's arm, which was thicker than his own waist, and hung on it.

"It's just a red-skinned lizard, leave it to me, Zhou!"

The Ape-Man's eyes lit up. "Really? You've seen it before?"

"Never seen it before, but we're organized!"

Sing Sing brazenly pulled out his phone, which couldn't even connect to a 2G network now, and shoved it in front of the Ape-Man's face, pointing to the huge red exclamation mark on the screen indicating that a message had failed to be sent.

"See that? This is the high-tech satellite tracking system our bureau just developed! It's searching the world for signs of life in red creatures! See this red circle? That's it locking on!"

"Don't worry, as long as it's still breathing on Earth, even if it hides in the Mariana Trench to have its second litter, I can still use a tunnel boring machine to bring it all out!"

Darwin, sitting by the fire pit, almost spat a mouthful of blood into the fire.

What kind of high-tech tracking system is this?!

That's a network error message indicating you can't send messages! You're trying to fool cavemen with a broken network icon? Don't you have any conscience?!

"But... the Devil Dinosaur has a huge appetite." The Ape-Man scratched his belly, his eyes filled with deep worry. "Does your organization have that much meat? It can eat several cows in one meal."

"Open up your mind, buddy!" Sing Sing patted the Ape-Man on the back.

"You're underestimating our national strength! When they come to our country, they'll have all the venison, pork, beef, mutton, ribs, tenderloin, and pork belly they want! It'll be like a buffet with no limits. If they can eat up our national meat reserves, I'll acknowledge them as my godfather on the spot!"

"Not only that, I can also give it a special operations assignment! It can go to construction sites to carry cement in its spare time, and when it gets old and can't do that anymore, it can receive double the pension at our national zoo!"

"Free meals! Free accommodation! Free retirement! Even the President of the United States would be envious of this treatment!"

The Ape-Man didn't understand what "Five Insurances and One Housing Fund" meant, but he did understand that food and accommodation were included.

There's also an unlimited supply of meat.

The kind and innocent prehistoric boy was so moved that he burst into tears. He grabbed Sing Sing's hand so hard that he almost crushed Old Zhou's finger bones.

"You're such a good person! Those people in white clothes with guns, all they wanted to do when they saw us was arrest us and lock us up! Only you were willing to help me find the Devil Dinosaur and even give it meat to eat!"

"Not at all, it's just serving the people... hehe... ouch, squeeze gently, squeeze gently, my hand is going to break..."

"That..."

The Ape-Man thought about it seriously for a moment, "Since you've agreed to help me find the Devil Dinosaur, I'll go with you."

"Okay!"

Fearing the other party might change their mind, Sing Sing pulled a box of bright red inkpads directly from his briefcase.

"Come on, come on, there's no time like the present, put your handprint here. From today onwards, you are a senior mechanical engineer in our 749 Bureau!"

The Ape-Man, looking rather simple-minded, dipped his finger in red ink and pressed a thumbprint onto the piece of paper he couldn't understand at all.

Darwin sat by the fire, staring blankly at this magical scene.

He silently poked at the flames with the branch in his hand, the firelight illuminating his bald head, which seemed to hold no will to live.

What is the position of Director of the Overseas Talent Recruitment Office?

This is a ruthless, multinational shady brokerage firm that preys on people without spitting out the bones!

They don't even spare the labor of primitive people; capitalists would be furious if they saw this and would hang up streetlights all night!