Seeing Hela's lack of manners, the interviewer felt a slight displeasure.
However, he quickly disappeared from the scene because he really wanted Hela to join the company; after all, who wouldn't want a sweet and lovely colleague?
He lowered his head, sipping his tea while looking at Hela's resume.
After reading the first page, he frowned.
On the second page, his brow furrowed even more.
By the end, his brows were furrowed into a deep frown.
He placed the teacup aside with a slight tremor, cleared his throat, and looked at Hela with a strange expression.
"Miss, I have a few questions for you about your resume."
"Yes, go ahead and ask."
"Hiss, this is it... Fluent in six languages at the age of eight, is that... really true?"
The interviewer emphasized the words "six types," as if trying to remind Hela.
Hela blinked. "Really."
The interviewer was speechless. "Miss, putting aside the fact that you learned it at the age of eight, you need to understand that there are only five countries in the world. Where did you get six languages from?"
"Tell me, what country does the sixth language belong to, and who speaks it?"
Of course.
What is it?
"It is the language of the Ocean."
"..." The interviewer had been somewhat hopeful after hearing the first half of Hela's sentence, but fell silent upon hearing the second half.
He rubbed his forehead, choosing to skip the question.
Okay, I'll assume you really do.
He flipped the paper open with a whoosh, revealing the second page of the resume.
"But your claim of being 'omnipotent' is a bit much, isn't it?"
"But I really have been to space."
"Okay, okay, okay!"
The interviewer waved his hand dismissively, already convinced that Hela was definitely exaggerating.
Then, his expression turned serious, and he turned to the last page of the resume, pointing to one of the entries.
"The rest is fine, but the part about 'having received Night Star Training Camp ' that you wrote is a bit too much."
"That's illegal, do you know that?"
"I know, but it's true."
The interviewer was so exasperated he laughed and immediately picked up the fruit knife he used to peel apples and handed it to Hela.
"Come on, since you say you've trained, then demonstrate for me and let me see if you've really trained."
Hela held the gleaming fruit knife, her mind racing as she tried to decipher the meaning of his words, "Demonstrate it once."
When the interviewer saw Hela standing there in a daze, he assumed she was trying to figure out how to avoid the interview because she didn't know the answer.
He couldn't help but lean back in his seat and sneer.
To be honest, based on Hela's looks and education alone, the interviewer could have easily hired her. But Hela insisted on making things difficult by writing nonsense in her resume, so the interviewer had no choice but to leave it at that.
Why don't we talk to her and ask her to try again next time?
As the interviewer was thinking this, Hela suddenly made a move.
Hela immediately gripped the blade with her small hand, which startled the interviewer.
"Hey, I'll give you a pass! But don't hurt yourself!"
Click!
The next second, Hela easily crushed the hard fruit knife.
The gleaming blade shattered like candy, half of the blade flying out and almost grazing the interviewer's hair before embedding itself in the wall behind him.
The broken knife was stuck in the wall, making a buzzing sound. The interviewer seemed to be frozen in place, not daring to move.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he glanced at the blade embedded in the reinforced concrete, then at Hela was holding other fragments but whose hands were completely unharmed.
"You, you passed..."
His hand, trembling as if he had Parkinson's, picked up a red stamp and pressed it onto the resume.
A large red checkmark was then printed on it.
"You, you go out first, let the senior staff teach you the job, I'll fill out the forms for you."
"Good."
Hela turned to prepare, but then seemed to remember something and turned back, putting the broken knife back into the fruit bowl before turning away.
The office door closed gently.
The interviewer slumped back in his chair with a sigh of relief, panting heavily; his clothes were already soaked with cold sweat.
He was terrified that if he said he disagreed, the broken knife would turn into his head.
Outside the interview office, the female reporter sat there, waiting bored.
As a gentle breeze blew through the closing door, Hela emerged from the office.
The female reporter suddenly stood up. "So, did you pass?"
"Okay, I'll have you show me around and assign me some work."
"Ah, me?"
The female reporter pointed incredulously to herself.
"Hmm." Hela nodded.
The female reporter was suddenly at a loss for words.
After stammering and thinking for a long time, I slapped my thigh and made a decision.
"So, you'll be my assistant! You'll be in charge of filming and a few other things! Hmm, how about that...?"
In the end, she began to regret her decision.
Won't this make me seem unreasonable and domineering? What if I scare the newcomer?
"Actually, you could..."
"OK."
Before the female reporter could finish speaking, Hela nodded in agreement, which surprised her slightly.
"Have you... thought it through?"
"I've thought it through."
"But the cameras and stuff are still quite heavy, you won't be able to carry them, will you?"
As she spoke, her gaze drifted to Hela's small, thin body.
"I'm very strong."
Hela spoke emotionlessly as she raised her hands, striking a strong pose.
"... Okay, if it really doesn't work out, don't force yourself. I'll take you to my workstation."
"Oh, right!" The female reporter exclaimed, as if waking from a dream, "I haven't introduced myself yet. I don't even know your name."
Hela blinked. "My name is Hela."
"My name is Qin Fengfeng. Um... from now on, I'll be your senior. Please take care of me!"
Her little face flushed as she spoke to Hela, Hela simply nodded.
Soon, Qin Fengfeng led Hela to two desks in the office area and pointed to one of them.
"This is my workstation, and the one next to it is for my assistant, but I've never had an assistant, so it's empty. You can tidy up and sit here."
Hela nodded and sat down. The workstation was indeed very empty; apart from the things used to hold files, there was nothing there.
However, it was very clean and hadn't accumulated any dust even though it hadn't been sat on for a long time.
She gently touched the tabletop with her small hand and found it was still wet, indicating that Qin Fengfeng had just cleaned it.
"Just tell me what you need; we have all the necessary equipment here."
Qin Fengfeng sat back down at her workstation, her hands resting on her thighs, looking somewhat uncomfortable.
The two sat there in silence for a while before Qin Fengfeng finally spoke.
"Hey, send me your photos. We need to do the news report."