Recruitment Notice Sparks Discussion

Shen Qiong spent the day with his sister in Lingxi City, not returning home until evening.

"Oof, I'm exhausted!" he exclaimed, collapsing onto the sofa.

After resting for about half an hour, Shen Qiong got up, turned on his computer, and logged into his new Weibo account, "Master Shen."

To his surprise, his follower count had already surpassed a thousand in just one day, with over a dozen friend requests. He clicked on them excitedly. The first person to add him was Chen Yuxiang.

Shen Qiong remembered the name. Chen Yuxiang had advertised for him quite a bit. Shen Qiong immediately accepted the friend request.

Chen Yuxiang, who was watching a movie on his computer, saw the notification: "Master Shen has accepted your request." He jumped up, exclaiming excitedly, "He accepted!"

Chen Yuxiang quickly typed a message on his keyboard and sent it to Master Shen: "Hello Master Shen! I'm a fan."

Shen Qiong chuckled upon seeing the message. He hadn't expected to have fans!

"Thank you," Shen Qiong replied concisely, wanting to leave a mysterious impression.

After rejecting several friend requests from people he didn't recognize, Shen Qiong started browsing the comments on the only post on his Weibo account.

Master Shen's account had only one Weibo post: his job advertisement.

Although he only had a little over a thousand followers, the comments were numerous.

Tomato Scrambled Eggs: "I learned about Master Shen through a friend's recommendation. I've always heard Master Shen is very unique. Seeing this job ad now truly opens my eyes."

Dog Erdan: "My titanium alloy dog eyes are blinded! This compensation is too good!"

Reply to Dog Erdan: "No promotion opportunities, no social security or housing fund, no commission, no knowledge transfer, and salary to be discussed. This compensation is indeed surprisingly good."

Chen Xiangyu also joined the fun, replying: "Very good, very powerful. It's the complete opposite of other job ads."

"I can understand the lack of promotion opportunities, and I can accept no commission, but no knowledge transfer is unacceptable! Isn't Master Shen afraid of having no successors?"

Reply to the original poster: "You don't know the whole story! Master Shen is only in his early twenties, what's there to fear about no successors!"

An ancient saying goes: "I think everyone has misunderstood Master Shen's meaning. In fact, after writing so much in the job ad, it just means you won't get any of the things you want. Come if you want, leave if you don't."

"I second the top commenter. They perfectly captured the essence of this job ad."

"Amazing, amazing. My apologies, but with your reminder, I finally see it now."

Shen Qiong felt helpless about this comment. While that was indeed his intention, he couldn't say it out loud! How would he ever hire anyone then?

"Two words: willful."

"As expected of a Master's demeanor. Even hiring an assistant is so particular. Speaking of which, I don't quite understand why you rejected applicants with a Master's degree or higher. Are highly educated people disliked?"

Actually, Shen Qiong felt that if someone with such a high academic qualification applied, he couldn't possibly ruin their future. After all, he wasn't a true master; he just fooled people on WeChat.

"I think I meet the requirements! Especially the bonus points: good looks, intelligence, eloquence. Isn't this describing me?"

"The person above is a narcissist. Analysis complete."

"I heard that you even need to submit photos to book an appointment with Master Shen for fortune telling. I seriously suspect now if good looks affect the success rate of appointments."

Shen Qiong's face darkened upon seeing this. How dare this person doubt him! He immediately replied below: "Let me clarify here. Photos are required for appointments because it's convenient for me to examine your physiognomy in advance. There is no such thing as good looks affecting the appointment success rate. Also, regarding hiring an assistant, anyone interested can contact me on Weibo or call directly."

Guai Guai Long Di Dong replied: "Caught Master Shen in the wild! Master Shen, I want to ask, I've booked appointments more than ten times for a whole month now. When will I succeed?"

Shen Qiong replied to Guai Guai Long Di Dong: "Spend more time around Shili Street. It can increase the success rate of your appointment."

The internet cafe owner had also followed Shen Qiong's Weibo. He immediately saw a business opportunity and quickly replied below: "My internet cafe is less than twenty meters from Master Shen's shop. We're having a promotion now: top up 100 yuan and get 50 yuan free! Come surf the internet! Spending more time online can also increase your chances of booking an appointment with Master Shen!"

Shen Qiong cursed, "Holy crap, this internet cafe owner is a genius. This actually works."

He replied with a wry smile behind the internet cafe owner: "You owe me advertising fees."

The internet cafe owner was surprised that Shen Qiong actually replied. He immediately said cheerfully, "Got it! I'll prepare the 'gift money' for you right away!"

Netizens joked in the comments: "Joyful to witness, Master Shen has started charging advertising fees."

Suddenly, a comment appeared from someone wanting to apply for the assistant position, along with a long description of themselves.

"I am a graduate of a key university in Lingxi City, have received the National Scholarship twice, served as the Minister of the Sports Department during my time at university, and have excellent academic performance... May I ask if the monthly salary is 10,000 yuan?"

Shen Qiong asked: "Male or female?"

"Male. I'm strong, so I can act as a bodyguard if anyone comes to cause trouble."

Shen Qiong replied: "Thank you, I don't need a bodyguard."

Immediately, countless netizens started making fun of him below: "Thank you, I don't need a male."

"Thank you, I don't need a Sports Minister."

"Thank you, I don't need excellent academic performance."

"Thank you, I don't need to be a key university graduate."

Shen Qiong rolled his eyes. He was truly fed up with these netizens. He shut down the computer and muttered, "Online recruitment is really unreliable after all."

Recent university graduates, demanding a monthly salary of over ten thousand yuan right from the start, was simply unbearable! Shen Qiong knew that some exceptional individuals were indeed worth that much, but the problem was he was only hiring an assistant. This job could be done by anyone; he didn't need such a talent.

While complaining, Shen Qiong fiddled with his phone. Ever since unlocking his life skills, he occasionally discovered talented people in "People Nearby." It was a shame that these people hadn't found him, and he couldn't "guide them to enlightenment."

Han Jianyuan (within 500 meters) had a profile picture of a man with a scruffy beard.

[Age: 34]
[Height: 169 cm]
[Health: 76]
[Luck Value: 5]

Life Skills ranked from highest to lowest:

Cooking: 68
Drinking Capacity: 38
Fertility: 35
Communication: 30
Financial Management: 28
...

Shen Qiong summarized his findings: most people had no particular talents, with their life skills generally hovering around 30 points, some even below 10, indicating a complete lack of understanding.

A score above 50 meant proficiency, above 60 meant excellence, and very few reached above 70. Shen Qiong surmised that Han Jianyuan, the person before him, might be a chef at a large restaurant.

Beep beep beep, his phone rang.

Shen Qiong picked up his phone and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, may I ask if this is Master Shen?" a polite voice inquired from the other end of the line.

"Yes, it's me," Shen Qiong replied.

In the living room of an apartment in Wanda Residential Area, Ren Jingshan, who had reached an age where he understood the dictates of heaven, had no major worries. His only concern was his beloved daughter. He stood by the window, holding his phone, and chuckled, "It's like this, I wanted to ask if Master Shen has found an assistant. If not, I'd like my daughter to come for an interview tomorrow."

"Dad..." Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her face clearly showed her reluctance.

Ren Jingshan ignored her and continued courteously, "That's great, that's great! My daughter is good at everything and very capable, just a bit stubborn. I hope Master Shen will be understanding."

"What's wrong with my temper?" she pouted, displeased.

Shen Qiong could tell it was a father enthusiastically recommending his daughter. He chuckled, "It's fine, just let her come!"

After they agreed on the arrangements, Ren Jingshan, amidst his daughter's numerous unwilling protests, declared, "You don't need to say anything. You wouldn't go when I arranged for you to work, and you wouldn't go when I asked you to manage the shop. This time, you have to go no matter what. Learn more from Master Shen."

If Shen Qiong were present, he would surely be surprised. The woman before them was the "plain-faced goddess" Ren Tianxue he had seen that day.

Ren Tianxue whined, "No! It's clearly stated that no knowledge will be imparted."

Ren Jingshan gently brushed her nose and chuckled, "That's for others. My precious daughter is smart and beautiful; who could refuse you?"

"Hmph, precious daughter indeed! You're sending me to a godforsaken place to be an assistant to some old man in his seventies." Ren Tianxue looked grumpy.

Ren Jingshan burst into laughter, "Don't worry, your dad has already checked. This Master Shen isn't some old man in his seventies. He's only in his early twenties, not much older than you."

"I don't want him even if he's in his twenties," Ren Tianxue continued to whine, "Dad, can you really bear to watch your daughter serve tea and water to a man in his early twenties?"

Ren Jingshan patted his daughter's hand, "Haha, how could I? I know your temper. If you don't want to serve him tea, he could die of thirst and you still wouldn't move."

Ren Tianxue looked at her father speechlessly...

At night, someone suddenly entered the dark study and turned on the light. Ren Jingshan went to the innermost corner of the bookshelf, where a yellowed letter was tucked between two large books.

He pulled the dusty letter from the shelf and sighed, "So many years have passed, and the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion has finally resurfaced."