True Sincerity

"The second test is to make the examiner genuinely want me to stay?" Meng Jingzhou read the passing conditions in his mind again.

"What a strange test, it doesn't sound difficult at all."

"But where am I now?" Meng Jingzhou sat on a row of benches, with four people in front of him and five people behind him, making a group of ten, and he was right in the middle.

"Oh, so I'm applying for a job at the Chamber of Commerce." The settings that Immortal had taught him popped into his mind.

Meng Jingzhou stared at the white wall opposite him, his right hand twitching involuntarily as his middle and ring fingers bent.

It didn't shoot out.

"Huh? Why am I making this strange movement?" Meng Jingzhou was puzzled; he didn't recall having this habit.

"Forget it, never mind, I'll just focus on the job application."

Meng Jingzhou noticed that after the first person entered the examiner's room, he hurriedly ran out and then hurriedly ran back, repeating this three or four times.

Meng Jingzhou enthusiastically called out, "Hey bro, why are you running? Is the examiner testing your running speed? I suggest you change your shoes. The quality of your shoes greatly helps your running speed. Also, your starting posture is important. Crouch on the ground, hands on the ground, and bend your body. That's the fastest way to run. Trust me, I have a lot of experience with this..."

The man looked at Meng Jingzhou as if he were an idiot, ignored him, and ran out to check the quality of the potatoes.

The rules clearly state that candidates are not allowed to disclose information to each other.

The first person, the second person, the third person, and the fourth person—everyone ran around quite diligently, and naturally, none of them passed. Regardless of whether they passed or not, they disappeared immediately after the interview, so that the next people couldn't determine whether those who made more or fewer trips passed.

"Next, Meng Jingzhou!" the chubby examiner called out from inside.

"You're here." Meng Jingzhou walked in, looking radiant.

The portly examiner, as usual, asked with a smile, "Meng Jingzhou, could you go to the market and see if they sell potatoes?"

Meng Jingzhou did not move.

The overweight examiner thought he hadn't explained himself clearly, so he repeated the question, word by word.

This time, Meng Jingzhou spoke up, "Why?"

"Why what?" The chubby examiner couldn't follow Meng Jingzhou's train of thought.

"I mean, why would I go to the market to see if they sell potatoes? Do you know what we're doing right now?"

"I'm conducting an interview," the chubby interviewer said matter-of-factly.

"Yes, you said it yourself, this is an interview, not a job for you to run errands. Besides, didn't you ask the same question to the previous four people?"

"You're not satisfied with asking the same question four times? You want to ask it a fifth time?"

The portly examiner patiently explained, "This is a test question."

Meng Jingzhou said "Oh," and obediently went to the market. "They sell potatoes there."

How many potatoes are there?

Meng Jingzhou didn't know the answer and got up to leave. The fat examiner sneered, "You talk too much nonsense. If you come back one more time, I'll declare you a failure."

To everyone's surprise, when Meng Jingzhou opened the door, there was an old man standing there. Meng Jingzhou asked the old man, "How many potatoes do you have in your truck?"

The old man said, "Eighty catties."

Meng Jingzhou turned around. "He said there are eighty catties of potatoes. Are you also wondering how much the potatoes cost per catty?"

The chubby examiner opened his mouth, but couldn't bring himself to ask, "How much do potatoes cost per pound?" Even if he had, the old man at the door could have answered immediately.

What's the point of asking that?!

"Why did you call the potato seller over?!" the fat examiner roared. How was the rest of the test going to go on?

Meng Jingzhou shrugged. "I asked him if several people had come over to ask about the potatoes, and the old man complained to me that several people had come over, glanced at his potatoes, and then went back, then came over to ask how many kilograms of potatoes he had, then went back, and then came over to ask how much per kilogram, just asking without buying anything."

"I asked him if he wanted to meet the culprit who only asked questions but didn't buy anything, and he said yes, so I brought him over."

The overweight examiner. "..."

What should I do next? Nobody told me I'd be in this situation.

The overweight examiner, remembering Meng Jingzhou's disrespect, hardened his heart and shouted, "You can't read the boss's mind, or you'll be eliminated..."

Before the fat examiner could finish speaking, Meng Jingzhou kicked him. "What nonsense about the superior's will! You fatso, you think you're so great!"

After saying that Meng Jingzhou ran outside.

The overweight examiner slammed his hand on the table, smashing it to pieces. "You stop right there!"

The examiner genuinely wanted to keep Meng Jingzhou, Meng Jingzhou passed the test.

The vice-leader rubbed his temples in pain. What kind of strange way was this to clear the level?

He stipulated that examiners should retain interviewees who genuinely wanted to be interviewed, because he was worried that some interviewees would try to take shortcuts or bribe the examiners.

He thought he had been meticulous enough in his rules, but he never expected there would be such an unexpected way to pass the test.

The examiner didn't just genuinely want to keep Meng Jingzhou; he genuinely wanted to tear Meng Jingzhou apart.

How does this kid's brain work, or is it that I don't have a brain at all?

"Immortal immortal, give me an answer!" the vice-leader chanted, praying to the immortal immortal and hoping for a response.

The cult leader interrupted the vice-cult leader's prayer, "If only the immortal immortal could hear what you're saying."

The vice-leader didn't think the leader was blaspheming. He knew the leader was the most devout believer in the Immortal Cult. He sighed, "We've tried so many times, and we've failed every time. We've never been able to resurrect the Immortal Immortal. If we could resurrect the Immortal Immortal, what would become of the Great Xia Dynasty, or the righteous path? None of them would be a match for the Immortal Immortal!"

"Only by offering blood as a sacrifice can the immortals be resurrected."

The two did not discuss this topic further. The vice leader asked, "What do you think of Meng Jingzhou?"

The cult leader clicked his tongue in amazement. "Taking the unconventional path, what a talent!"

The cult leader thought to himself, "Luckily, I didn't agree with the vice-leader that there definitely wouldn't be any other way to pass the level. Otherwise, where would I put my face as the cult leader?"

"This kid is considered talented?"

"Of course, I think our Immortal Cult needs people with this kind of extraordinary way of thinking."

"Look at the righteous Ask Dao Sect, why has it been able to survive for so long? I've summarized several reasons, the most important of which is that they possess wisdom that surpasses the comprehension of ordinary people."

The vice-leader's lips twitched, thinking to himself that the leader was indeed the leader, making even a lunatic sound so refined and elegant.

The cult leader continued, "Perhaps this Meng Jingzhou can become a backbone, or even a pillar, of our Immortal Cult!"

"Speaking of Meng Jingzhou, that kid who stood out in the first round, I think his name is Lu Yang, how did he do?"

"How can I make the examiner genuinely want to keep me?"

Lu Yang pondered, "What's so difficult about that? Just kick the examiner, and it would be best to spit on him too. That would definitely enrage him. He might even be thinking of saving my life, let alone keeping me here."

"However, this method is too barbaric. Only a boor like Meng Jingzhou would use such a method. I am a civilized person and cannot be like him."