Thriller Night Talk

"What, you want to apply for a job?"

At the front desk, a young girl about 20 years old swept Wei Fuyuan's eyes up and down, and the three words "distrust" were written in her eyes.

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

He has been a school grass-level existence since he was a child, and he is very popular with girls of the same age wherever he goes. Although he is not interested in the opposite sex, he has never been treated so coldly. .

"Correct."

He glared at the girl, suppressed his anger, and replied stiffly:

"I want to apply for an assistant in your company."

When looking outside, Wei Fuyuan just felt that the two-story red brick building looked quite old, but he didn't expect to come in and see it, and felt that it was too flattering to describe this house as "old". "Dangerous house".

Although Wei Fuyuan doesn't know much about architecture, anyone who sees the cracked walls will feel that the house must be at least 50 years old.

This small building was originally a residential house, with small windows and high installations, and the well-shaped beams were lowered and surrounded the living room, making the lighting in the room very poor.

Now the house has been transformed into a broadcasting company, and most of the wall facing the street has been knocked down and replaced with a whole glass curtain wall.

But even so, the lighting in the room still hasn't improved much, it's dark and gloomy, and the lights have to be turned on during the day, and there is a strong musty smell coming from the nostrils.

Wei Fuyuan felt that this building is really suitable for shooting horror movies both in appearance and interior.

"Wei Fuyuan, born on September 20, 9××, that is, 12 years old this year, is a third-year student majoring in business administration at Fengxing University."

The girl opened Wei Fuyuan's student ID card and curled her lips in disdain.

"We don't recruit work-students here."

She is petite, more than 180 centimeters behind Young Master Wei who is 20 centimeters, and she has to look up when she looks at him.

But the girl looks glamorous and has sharp eyes, and she stared at the aura of 1.6 meters with a height of just over 1.8 meters.

"And just like you, it doesn't look like you can resist things at first glance."

——It doesn't look like it can handle things at first glance.

This sentence is very exciting.

Wei Fuyuan's face changed suddenly, and he jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"Why can't I handle things!"

He stretched out his hand to block the girl who seemed to be at the front desk, and looked around:

"Where's your company's HR? Let me tell him!"

"We don't have HR here."

The girl crossed her arms and sneered, "If I say you can't do it, then you can't."

If Master Wei hadn't adhered to the principle of "not being as knowledgeable as girls", someone who dared to provoke him again and again would have been knocked down by him long ago.

Just when the two were about to quarrel, the young man named Beiquan came out from the back room.

"What's the noise?"

Beiquan put on a black cardigan jacket over his home clothes, with his arms sleeved as if afraid of the cold.

"Zhu Ling, go and see if your salary has been raised."

He smiled at the girl, then turned to look at Wei Fuyuan:

"You come in with me."

The girl named Zhu Ling curled her lips, turned her head and went up the stairs without saying anything else, and the wooden ladder rattled as she paced.

Wei Fuyuan breathed a sigh of relief, slightly calmed down his furious expression, followed Beiquan through the living room that was converted into the front desk, and entered the room on the right.

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Like the outside, the room was dated.

The room is not big, only about fifteen square meters, the walls are worn out, the corners are covered with mildew, and the furnishings in the house are also very simple.

Next to the narrow window is a large desk. On the left is a bookcase that goes straight to the ceiling, and on the right is a filing cabinet of the same size. The room was even more depressing.

"Come on, sit down and talk."

Beiquan walked to the desk, pulled out the chair and sat down, and gestured "please" to another chair in the room.

Wei Fuyuan did as he said.

Beiquan took Wei Fuyuan's student ID card and studied it carefully.

Ordinary people's ID photos would look very rusty, but the young master of the Wei family is really good-looking, and he looks like a model's face in any random photo.

He has a well-shaped face, and his appearance is in line with the traditional Chinese aesthetics. He has sword eyebrows and star eyes, bright pupils and thin lips. His whole temperament is like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, handsome and sharp.

Originally, Wei Fuyuan's appearance was like a tall and cold male god who could only be seen from a distance and not be played with, but a round and sexy bead grew in the middle of his upper lip, which neutralized the sharpness of his facial features, especially When she smiles, the shape of her lips will turn into a beautiful water chestnut shape, which looks a bit youthful and cute.

Beiquan looked at the student ID card in his hand, and then at Young Master Wei, who did not look like an applicant at all with Erlang's legs crossed, and chuckled lightly:

"Do you really want to come to our company to work part-time?"

Wei Fuyuan was about to nod when suddenly there were three knocks on the door.

Then the door opened.

Wei Fuyuan glanced back and was immediately stunned.

What came in turned out to be a child holding a tray.

It is not surprising that there are children in some small companies, and it is acceptable to help with tea and water, but the doll who enters the door is probably too small!

The child was no more than three years old at the most. He was a little chubby, with round cheeks. He was holding a large tray with two cups of tea on it, and walked wobbly.

Wei Fuyuan always felt that his left leg would trip over his right leg in the next second, and he would throw himself to the ground.

"I'll bring you tea."

The little doll brought the tray to the desk and said in a childish voice.

His height is no more than a few centimeters higher than the table, and he can barely reach the table on tiptoe.

Wei Fuyuan was afraid that he would put the hot tea on his head, so he quickly grabbed the tray, and put the cups on the table one by one.

"Thank you."

The child squinted his eyes and smiled like a New Year's doll.

Then he turned his head to look at Beiquan, and said in an old-fashioned voice:

"Beiquan, this person is not bad, let him be."

"Okay, pay raise, you go out first."

Beiquan waved his hand.

The little doll let out an "oh", and went out with the empty tea tray between her arms, and she still didn't forget to bring it to the door.

"and many more……"

Wei Fuyuan pointed at the door, opened his eyes wide, in disbelief:

"Where did this kid come from?"

"Employees of my company."

Beiquan smiled, "The job is probably a life assistant."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

For a moment, he was thinking whether he had entered some black shop by mistake.

This place is small and shabby, the front desk lady is terribly fierce, and the life assistant is a three-year-old child laborer!

Can this really be considered a legitimate company?

"Our working hours here are more relaxed."

Beiquan handed back his student ID card to Wei Fuyuan.

"The only radio program we have is at twelve o'clock on Thursday night. You can understand it as Friday morning. It's a chat show and doesn't need to be pre-recorded."

Beiquan smiled:

"But usually you have to go out with me to collect materials-should it not conflict with your class time?"

—Fuck!

Wei Fuyuan was shocked.

This part-time job is not only easy, but also seems to be tailor-made for him, perfectly meeting all his requirements.

But after all, Young Master Wei is a child of a big family who was educated by elites since he was a child. He knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and excessive conditions often mean that traps are waiting for him.

In particular, this broadcasting company named "Santuchuan" is really unreliable no matter how you look at it, which makes people feel suspicious.

——Next, it’s time for me to pay the security deposit, right?

Wei Fuyuan was thinking about common recruitment fraud routines and how to deal with it. When he looked at Beiquan's beautiful face, he seemed to be looking at a fraudster.

Beiquan: "The internship period is three months, and the monthly salary is 800 yuan, including three meals and accommodation. Do you want to do it?"

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

This condition was so generous, even if he told himself over and over again that this was just a scam, it was hard not to be moved.

"... Do I need to pay a security deposit?"

Finally, Young Master Wei couldn't help but cautiously probed.

"Need not."

Beiquan opened the drawer, took out a contract and handed it to Wei Fuyuan:

"Anyway, you're just a part-time job, so try it for a month first."

Young Master Wei took over the contract, carefully read every word and sentence twice, the writing was quite formal, and he didn't find any loopholes.

But before signing, for the sake of caution, he confirmed it.

"This provides accommodation...where do I live?"

"Just here."

Beiquan raised his hand and pointed upwards. There is an empty room upstairs, right here?

Wei Fuyuan blinked and asked a somewhat outrageous question:

"Do you live here too?"

"Ah."

Beiquan nodded and replied casually:

"It's right next door to you."

Wei Fuyuan: "...Done!"

Young master Wei didn't know if he was delusional, after hearing that Beiquan also lived in this small building, he actually signed a part-time contract.

Then, as the boss, Bei Quan enthusiastically led the new employee around the company, so he was familiar with the environment.

The whole red brick building has two floors, with a total area of ​​about 180 square meters.

In addition to the living room used as the front desk and reception room, the first floor also has a kitchen, bathroom, and a study room used by Beiquan as an office.

There are two rooms on the second floor.

The largest one was converted from two adjacent rooms.The original wall was replaced with a glass door. On the left near the entrance is the reference room, which houses piles of books and newspapers. On the right is a studio with a mixing console for broadcasting.

The smaller room is Beiquan's residence.

Wei Fuyuan went in and took a look. The area was not big, and there were very few things. The quilts were all neatly folded, just like a room in an express hotel that had just been tidied up.

"what about me?"

Wei Fuyuan pointed to himself, "Where do I live?"

"This way."

Bei Quan smiled and clapped his hands, pointing in a certain direction.

"You can stay here."

Only then did Wei Fuyuan notice that there was a small door behind the corner of the stairs. He opened it and found that it was a storage room.

The storage room is less than ten square meters. Although there are not many things in it, half of the room is just stuck under the stairs, and the ceiling is also inclined accordingly. With the height of Young Master Wei, it is impossible to straighten up—that is to say , the space that was already too narrow was compressed by half.

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

It never occurred to him that he would one day live in the storage room like Harriet.

Beiquan didn't seem to notice that Young Master Wei's face suddenly became very ugly at all, and said with a smile:

"This room is not bad, tidy it up, it will definitely fit a single bed."