After joining Hades

The doorbell rang for the second time, and Wen Bai opened the door.

Looking at Fang Leming who didn't even bring an umbrella and whose face was covered in rainwater, Wen Bai said, "..."

Find a clean towel from the locker, Wen Bai handed it over, and said casually: "Is someone chasing you on the road?"

Fang Leming wiped it all over: "No one, ghosts don't know."

Wen Bai chuckled.

"Dongtai, what kind of company is this? Xiaobai, have you heard of it?" Fang Leming was wet and didn't sit on the sofa, but he didn't pick at all. He pulled out a pony tie from the corner, sat on it, and started digging out in a hurry cell phone.

"I came here by car, and I dare not look at it on the road. How is the situation?"

Wen Bai poured him a cup of hot water: "A regular company, the registered capital is not low."

"And the company is here."

"Here?" Fang Leming suddenly raised his head and thought for a while, "You mean Nancheng?"

"Well," Wen Baishun poured himself a glass, "It says No. [-] Villa, I don't know if it's true or not."

"The No. [-] Villa?" Fang Leming broke his voice in shock.

When Wen Bai first talked about a regular company, Fang Leming didn't quite believe it.

But now, he couldn't help but not believe it.

Everyone knows who lives in the First Villa.

If it's really a little pheasant, it's no different from driving directly in the police station in the First Mountain Villa.

Fang Leming immediately clicked on Weibo, looked at the latest supplementary information, and saw the wild words of a million annual salary, the corner of his mouth twitched suddenly.

"This..." Fang Leming opened his mouth and looked at Wen Bai.

With his somewhat meager literary quality, the only words left in his mind, besides "ah this", are only "fuck".

Wen Bai was also expressionless.

From the moment the supplementary Weibo was posted, he watched Dongtai change from a "dancing little pheasant" to "a pure and unpretentious company with a conscience that keeps pace with the times and is ingenious".

Even Zhalang, whose heart is darkened, has become a good platform for the benefit of the people to solve the problem of re-employment of laid-off workers.

"[Friends help] I am 81 retweets short of my job, cut a knife for me, and your next million annual salary will be you!" Emoticons emerge in endlessly.

"When I first started watching, there were only a few hundred retweets, but now there are more than 30?" Fang Leming noticed the bottom retweets, "It's only been over an hour!"

Wen Bai hummed lightly: "I wanted to reprimand him loudly, but he gave too much money."

"Original words from netizens."

Fang Leming: "..."

Wen Bai's major is finance, and his sensitivity to numbers is somewhat higher than that of ordinary people, so he paid attention to it from the beginning.

In the first 20 minutes or so, the number of retweets soared all the way to 27 million, then the speed began to slow down, and finally stopped at 33.

"It's only less than ten o'clock now. At this speed, it won't be 81 tonight?" Fang Leming couldn't help guessing.

Wen Bai shook his head: "I can't get there."

Fang Leming looked up: "?"

"It's been a while since it stopped at 33," Wen Bai said, "Let me ask you, if you didn't have the premise of your grandfather's dream, would you believe in this kind of recruitment notice with an unlimited annual salary of one million?"

Fang Leming shook his head first, and then scratched his chin: "Even if there is my grandfather's 'entrusting a dream', I think it's nonsense."

Even more nonsense.

"So even if there are more than 30 people who have forwarded it, few of them came here because of the letter, and they all know it is fake. Even if a person is really selected in the end, that person must be an internal choice, just a hype by the company. ," Wen Bai said, "to put it bluntly..."

Fang Leming immediately interjected: "Is it all for fun?"

"Well," Wen Bai nodded, "The ones that should be 'letter' have basically been forwarded, and most of the rest are on the sidelines."

"Many people are already saying that this company is hyping up and manipulating the stage behind the scenes. Just let everyone take a look. Don't ask him to ask for 81, just give him 81. If they all change smoothly, then there will probably be The second and third Dongtai... Well, there is a high probability that it is far from Dongtai's level."

After all, judging from the information on the surface, the geographical location and the salary offered are not affordable by ordinary companies.

Fang Leming understood: "So you mean it's almost here?"

Wen Bai didn't say anything dead: "If there are no accidents."

Although the traffic is not bad in the short term, it is 33, and it has to be quadrupled from the target of 81.

For now, it might be a bit difficult.

Fang Leming has almost blind trust in Wen Bai. Hearing what he said, he thought that even if his father really sent one, it would be one in 30. Maybe that makes sense too.

As for the matter of Tuomeng, there is no solution.

Since there is no solution, let's talk about it when grandpa puts it on his head.

Thinking of this, Fang Leming breathed a sigh of relief, and was no longer bothered, looked at Wen Bai and said, "I'll sleep in your little study tonight?"

"Otherwise?" Wen Bai threw the pillow on the sofa over.

"The sheets have been put away, I'll go find them, dry my hair before going to bed, don't think you won't catch a cold in summer." Wen Bai said, turning around and walking towards the small study.

"Xiaobai, I want to take a shower." Fang Leming felt his body was wet now, his clothes were against his skin, and the air was heavy and uncomfortable. "Is the supermarket downstairs open? I'll go buy something I need. "

"The door closes at eleven o'clock, so go quickly." Wen Bai said.

"okay."

Wen Bai finished making the bed, tidied it briefly, and walked out of the room. As soon as he turned around, he heard a loud "bang——" from the door.

Seeing that it was Fang Leming, he was a little surprised: "So fast?"

Fang Leming didn't speak.

"Where's the stuff?" Wen Bai glanced down.

Fang Leming has nothing but his mobile phone.

What it was like when it left, it will still be what it was when it came back.

Wen Bai: "?"

Fang Leming still did not speak.

Wen Bai frowned, and when he got closer, he realized that Fang Leming was leaning against the wall with a terrified expression on his face, and his vision was a little drifting, like...

"Don't tell me, you saw your grandfather." Wen Bai took a deep breath.

Fang Leming suddenly came back to his senses: "Accident, there is an accident! Xiaobai!"

Wen Bai was at a loss, and only heard the word "accident": "What accident?"

Fang Leming just poked the phone screen with his finger: "Forwarded, forwarded!"

Wen Bai: "???"

Fang Leming: "33, 81!"

Wen Bai: "..."

"Trust a dream! Is it also a trust..."

Wen Bai couldn't stand listening anymore, he casually took the towel beside him, and covered Fang Leming tightly with his pocket: "Talk to me well."

Fang Leming subconsciously wanted to tear it off.

Wen Bai pressed it back: "Cover and calm down."

After more than a minute, Fang Leming was officially released after serving his sentence.

Wen Bai: "Did you meet someone on the road?"

Just looked like he was in a panic.

"I didn't meet anyone, it was that Weibo." Fang Leming was afraid that he would not be able to explain clearly, so he handed over the phone directly, "Didn't we just say that if there is no accident, the number of people in the lottery will not reach 81?"

"Well, it's an accident."

Following Fang Leming's movements, Wen Bai looked down.

In just ten minutes, the Weibo with more than 30 retweets has nearly doubled.

This speed is even a little faster than when it was the busiest at the beginning.

"What's going on?" Wen Bai asked.

"I don't know," Fang Leming took the phone, and quickly cut a few screens, "Look, Lin Yaosheng has reposted it! Do you know Lin Yaosheng? Just Yaosheng Group, the leader in the real estate industry in Nancheng!"

"Not only retweeted it, but also added two words of support. You always know Mr. Zhang Yu, an Internet celebrity with nearly a million fans, so he also retweeted it."

"The fans below are all dumbfounded. Reposting that Weibo means participating in the lottery draw. If you want to support it, you can like it or comment. Why did you choose to repost it? What kind of boss is a personal assistant?!"

Gentle and dumb.

Things are getting more and more strange, and it can no longer be explained by a simple "coincidence".

Fang Leming was also silent for a while, then elbowed Wen Bai who was thinking about something, and said: "Actually, on the way to your house, my mother called me and said that the Weibo matter could not hold back my father, no Hold on, he still wants to transfer, report to me."

"I was also upset at that time, so I just said that he is not afraid of being laughed at, so just let him go."

Fang Leming took a breath: "Then guess what?"

"After my dad retweeted that Weibo post, many people called and asked. My dad couldn't tell the truth, so he casually said that he knew the boss and could do me a favor. Then it was spread, and it was spread in a mess. My dad is very angry."

"Until—" Fang Leming poked the screen twice, "Until I heard the news that Lin Yaosheng also forwarded."

"Xiaobai, do you know the concept of Lin Yaosheng in our Nancheng real estate circle?" Fang Leming stood on tiptoe, raised his hand to the highest point, and gestured sideways.

"Just the ceiling, the kind we can't reach no matter how hard we try."

"My dad is in his 50s, and he still looks like a primary school student. He reads their group's business newspaper every day, and sometimes copies it down."

Wen Bai listened, but something suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Is the First Villa under their banner?"

He vaguely seemed to have heard someone mention it.

"That's right!" Fang Leming nodded immediately.

First Villa, Dongtai, Tuomeng, lottery draw...

Wen Bai frowned, feeling that there was something wrong with this company.

Fang Leming on the side was still thinking about Yaosheng Real Estate.

Now everyone in the circle knows that his father and Dongtai's boss know each other, and Lin Yaosheng reposted Dongtai's Weibo and said his support. It seems that he has a close relationship with Dongtai's boss.

Isn't it equivalent to his father and Lin Yaosheng entering the same network of contacts?

And such a good thing? !

But when Fang Leming put his father's affairs aside, the problem was discovered after the swelling was over.

"Xiaobai, that's not right. If the boss of Dongtai really knows Lin Yaosheng and the others, what kind of assistants do you want and you can't find them? Do you have to do such weird things?"

"The hype isn't enough. This company doesn't seem to be short of money for serious advertising."

"By the way, I asked around the family business before, and none of them had heard of Dongtai." Fang Leming spoke in a softer voice, and suddenly thought of a possibility, he paused, "You said , wouldn't it be that... the people below gave it over, right?"

Wen Bai paused for a moment, then recovered his expression after a few seconds, and asked instead: "What do you think is the purpose of getting someone to forward it?"

Fang Leming said without hesitation, "Propaganda."

"That's right, publicity, spread," Wen Bai said softly, "If it's really the people below, why don't you just choose people like Lin Yaosheng? It's convenient, efficient, credible, and they all respond to everyone."

"Why did you choose your company?"

Fang Leming was stunned for a moment: "...that's right."

"As far as Bailaihao fans are concerned, it won't have any publicity effect. It's unnecessary, isn't it?"

Fang Leming's eyes widened suddenly: "Yes!"

Seeing someone take the bait, Wen Bai continued: "The most inexplicable thing between your grandfather Tuomeng and your father's Weibo transfer is that your father has never been on Weibo, but he was able to find that Weibo and recite it word for word. Come out, because there is no connection between the two."

"But now we have contact," Wen Bai pointed, and tapped on Fang Leming's phone screen, "it's Lin Yaosheng."

"Since uncle always pays attention to the news over there, it is possible to know the connection between Yaosheng Group and Dongtai company through other channels during this period of time, and then subconsciously remember Dongtai company."

Fang Leming repeated Wen Bai's words two or three times before he said, "You mean, my dad probably just remembered this company, and then happened to see that recruitment notice somewhere, so he did it." a dream?"

In other words, the story about his grandfather's dream was a lie?

"Human thinking itself has many possibilities. Just like the law of six people, sometimes two strangers may be able to establish a connection through only six people. As long as you find the connection, many things, even if they are not Easy to explain, but there will be explanations."

After saying this, Wen Bai didn't speak again, just looked at Fang Leming.

"Xiao, Xiaobai." Fang Leming was stunned for a moment.

The luckiest thing about his entire university might be that the system made a mistake, and a professional transfer of him was squeezed into the tail of the small crane of Nancheng University, and he was assigned to the same dormitory as Wen Bai, a famous finance department.

Fang Leming looked at the bright light in his life, feeling more and more emotional.

But he didn't notice Xiao Mingdeng's hand behind his back, and quietly clenched his fist.

Only Wen Bai knew that the few paragraphs he said just now could not be studied at all.

It's not that I want to fool Fang Leming, it's just that at this moment, including himself, it's not suitable to think about it further, because there are too many things that can't be explained.

In addition, there are people of Lin Yaosheng's level, and the information they have is completely unequal. No matter how much they stretch their hands, they can't reach it.

How do you say that?Yes, solving problems is hard, but giving up is easy.

Things were left behind, and the exhaustion immediately crept up.

Especially Fang Leming, who was driving here with the rain dripping all the way.

Seeing that his eyes were flushed, Wen Bai directly blasted him into the room. It happened that the professor sent out some project materials. He quickly scanned them, and he could finish them in half an hour. sit down.

"The phone is out of battery, it's turned off," Fang Leming shook the phone, eyes half-closed, "I didn't bring the charger either."

Wen Bai didn't raise his head: "Then go to sleep."

"I didn't tell my mother to stay with you tonight," Fang Leming slumped on the bed and said nothing, "Xiaobai, lend me your phone, I'll make a call."

Wen Bai threw the phone to him and got up to get him the charger.

Fang Leming tried his best to write back a message to his mother. When he wanted to exit the SMS interface, he accidentally clicked and entered Weibo.

The homepage is still the recruitment information.

Fang Leming tried his best to distinguish the number behind the small box with an arrow at the bottom.

Not yet 81.

In a semi-comatose state, he scanned it again from beginning to end.

Boss, personal assistant, interview...

Consciousness has tended to be chaotic, read a word, forget a word, until the last two standing - forwarding.

Oh yes, retweets.

Fang Leming repeated it twice in his heart.

Lin Yaosheng retweeted it all, how could he be left behind?

Fang Leming squinted his eyes, and after trying to identify it, he poked his finger on the screen.

Forward, send.

With a crisp sound of "Ding--", the forwarding was successful.

In confusion, Fang Leming patted his chest.

It looked as if he was already standing side by side with Lin Yaosheng.

After exiting the interface, he turned his head for an instant and fell asleep with the pillow on his head.

When Wen Bai came in, Fang Leming was already sound asleep.

He took his own mobile phone and charged Fang Leming's mobile phone again, fearing that he would not sleep well, so he went back to his bedroom with the computer.

Looking at the time, it was a few minutes before zero.

Wen Bai ignored it, turned his phone to airplane mode according to his habit, and then started to read the information.

What he didn't know was that the second he turned on the airplane mode, the retweets of the job posting that caused earthquakes in every circle had just reached full volume.

81, automatic lottery.

Weibo exploded.