My protagonist attributes have been discovered

City C, ten o'clock in the morning, in the suburb of Xinjing.

A bus full of passengers stopped in front of a deserted open space and opened the door:

"Di——Shanhai Station, here we are. Passengers getting off, please get off through the back door."

The female voice broadcast mixed with key words is a bit harsh, which is very refreshing.

The seat belt stabilized the inertial body that was almost thrown out, sitting in the first row, wearing a hoodie and jeans, leaning against the window with his head tilted. The young man opened his eyes, rubbed his forehead, and after more than a dozen stops, the body was getting bigger and bigger. Bao, looked at the driver's seat through the gap between the crowded people: "Master, is the Shanhai Station here?"

"Yes, we're here." The middle-aged driver who was entrusted to remind him early in the morning but was robbed first urged him: "Get off quickly, you are still waiting to get on the bus."

Turning his head and looking out of the window, he saw that there were indeed one or two people waiting to board in front of the tightly packed car door. Song Yangle glanced at the back row of the car, which was crowded with a bunch of pets and passengers, and didn't say much. Putting on the seat belt, he said "excuse me" and walked directly among the passengers who looked unkind but still considerate, got out of the car by the closer front door, stepped on the ground with both feet, and turned around:

"—Thank you, Master..." Fu.

The main road facing him was empty, and the bus that was about to be overwhelmed had disappeared.

...and it's going pretty fast.

Song Yangle thought about it for a while, turned around, saw the half-new platform on the side of the road, walked over to look at the stop sign on it for a while, and found that there was only one bus back and forth under the Shanhai platform——Route 7092, fixed at [-] o'clock in the morning and evening The departure time is probably due to uncertain factors such as traffic jams, and the specific time of arrival at Shanhai Station is not written.

This place is a bit out of the way.

He made this conclusion and looked to the right of the platform——

Sure enough, bordering the remoteness is an ordinary street that is very common in the urban-rural fringe, with some ordinary small shops open along the road, and there are few pedestrians on the road.

Bypassing the green garden that separated the road, he walked onto the sidewalk, turned on his phone, and found the MMS that appeared at nine o'clock last night again:

"Hello! Your resume has been passed. Please come to Shanhai Hotel for an interview before 7092 o'clock tomorrow morning. The bus route [Wenjing Bus Terminal 09 (to avoid missing the bus, please arrive before 30:[-])] [picture (Picture of the bus stop)] Interview location [Picture (a restaurant sandwiched between a milk tea shop and a newsstand)]."

The ordinary picture on the multimedia message corresponds to the small restaurant with the signboard of "Shanhai Hotel" in front of it, completely consistent and unremarkable.

Therefore, Song Yangle stood outside the door, looked and looked, combined with the known conditions that no information about this store could be found on the Internet, and found out with a little regret: This may, indeed, not be a scam.

That's right, he thought: most scammers these days are also keeping up with the times, and it is true that they seldom use such an ancient method as MMS.

As for the fact that I couldn't find any relevant information on the Internet last night, it may be because of a very common reason-this restaurant is too remote and ordinary, just like thousands of passing restaurants that are also opened on the edge of the border between urban and rural areas: None Features, no passenger flow, no scenery, no commercial value, and a slightly larger site map is not rare at all.

A little disappointed, but he thought: since they are all here.

With this mentality in mind, he walked into the restaurant.

So, 3 minutes later, in the store.

The small restaurant was deserted and deserted, with only two people sitting at either end of a table by the window.

Among them, the interviewer with an apron on the back of the chair held a resume printed with a photo of the young man sitting opposite him, and professionally looked at the resume that read "Song Yangle/Male/22 years old/Fresh graduate/ Phone: 178XXXXXXXX" These lines of paper were watched up and down, left and right for nearly ten seconds - but unfortunately... except for the above information, there is still nothing else.

"Hmm..." Putting away this resume, which I couldn't see any secret signs, and looking at the handsome young man opposite, but with the word "ordinary" written from head to toe, the interviewer paused , asked: "Can you tell me why you chose us here?"

"...Is it true?"

"of course."

"Vote at will."

"You are very honest."

"Thank you."

The interviewer affirmed his quality, then pondered for a while, and continued: "Next question, do you have personal accident insurance?"

"……Have."

"Okay." The interviewer put the resume aside, and smiled on his serious face since he entered the door: "Congratulations, you have been hired."

"..." Faced with this sloppy hiring result, Song Yangle thought for two seconds, a little curious: "Excuse me, may I know what your criteria for screening resumes are?"

"Uh," the interviewer held his chin: "It seems that there are no specific criteria... As long as they are voted for by us, they will be interviewed uniformly."

"Only I was hired?"

"Hmm...well." The interviewer scratched his face and thought about it: "After all, so far, you are the only human being who submitted a resume."

The other party's words are a bit weird.But given that it was broad daylight and the stressed phrase was on top of "one," the idea was only fleeting, and then he repeated, in the normal human sense, "Me alone?"

He emphasized "one" again, and when the interviewer heard this, the smile on his face stopped, he scratched the back of his neck with his hands, then collapsed with a real expression, and sighed: "Yes, you college students are too difficult. We are recruiting. We have been posting in your school for three full days before we received your resume."

"..." It sounds very hard.

However, as soon as he said it, Song Yangle remembered—their school was recruiting in the spring a few days ago, and it seemed that there was a company that didn’t have a good meeting room, but sat under the sun to recruit people. During those three days, two people One of the things seems to be so similar to the person in front of him.

However, apart from the fact that the recruitment method is a bit unique, why on earth have they not recruited people?

Due to his absent-mindedness in those few days, it was rare for him to have something that he didn't know clearly, so he couldn't help mobilizing all his mind to recall it.

But the interviewer on the opposite side didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that he suddenly stopped talking, he came at his own pace.

Immediately, Song Yangle, who was still thinking, watched the other party stand up and pick up the small white apron on the back of his chair, and asked him: "That's right, what else do you need to do later?"

He subconsciously replied: "Not yet."

Duofang put on the apron nimbly under his nose, and said, "Okay, you can go to work now, I'll go and see the kitchen."

Seeing the tall and thin man in an office|elite|elite aura wearing a small apron, he was about to turn around and walk towards the kitchen of this ordinary and cheap restaurant with a normal face. This scene full of disobedience made him finally return Passed God - something is wrong.

Although he didn't know how to describe it specifically, he followed his intuition and said, "Wait a minute."

"Ok?"

He cast his eyes on the apron around the waist of the other party: "May I ask, what is the main business of our company?"

"Huh? Business?" The interviewer with an|elite|elite|face hesitated for a moment, scratched his ears, and gave a very unprofessional answer:

"If you want to talk about business, it's probably... selling things?"

Although he hadn't fully remembered it yet, the memory of coherence unlocking had already caused a strange feeling in his subconscious.Instinctively paused, he continued to ask, "What are you selling?"

"Selling... rice? Yes!" The interviewer, who took several seconds to come up with this answer, was very satisfied and nodded in self-affirmation: "Yes! It's selling rice!"

"After all, we are a restaurant here!"

"........."

In the blink of an eye, the fragmented memories that had been thrown into the corner finally surfaced. Song Yangle thought of the sun, the wind, and the water in his mind that day at the job fair.

Most importantly, he remembered the deadly banner fluttering in the wind in front of that "enterprise" booth——

"Shanhai Restaurant, sincerely looking for a delivery person, phone number, 182XXXXXXXX."