The Slaughterman of Love
Chapter 26 - The Written Examination
Chapter 26: The Written Examination
Translator: May Zou
“All right. Now let begin the first round of the interview.” Zhao Huixin raised her voice a little, which made the audience below quieter. “First, the girls who put on beautiful makeup please stay here and those who didn’t have any makeup please follow Mira and go out of the training room.”
Mira was probably the woman standing by the door, with a file folder in her hand. The heels of her shoes were not very high, and her pantyhose was of good quality.
There was some confusion below. Those girls who wore makeup all showed an open triumphant look. Jiang Youyou let out a sigh of disappointment. Alas, she was eliminated just in the first round.
“It’s not for sure.” Xu Nuo stood up. “I’ve gone through so many such little tricks. Let’s go together.”
About fifty girls followed the girl named Mira to another office. Looking at the girls with milk-white faces and smug expressions, Zhao Huixin said only one thing, “You can go home now.” Then she hurriedly entered the office next door.
Xu Nuo looked at Jiang Youyou and whispered, “Now you can see I’m right.”
Zhao Huixin sat at the desk, smiling, “Now, those whose skirts were above the knees and the neckline thirteen centimeters below the ribs can go out. The rest will take part in the official interview.”
A dozen more girls stood up and someone grumbled with discontent. “What a fucking company that should have such rules!”
Until they went out of the office, Zhao Huixin began to speak. “You may also have asked yourselves why. Isn’t it good to wear in a sexual style? Now everyone, the clothing that highlights women’s sexy attractiveness is the first killer to weaken others’ trust in you and the degree of professionality. The shorter your skirt is, the less power you have, and the lower your neckband is, the lower your status is. You may try to imagine what a peculiar scene it will be if our staff are wearing an eye-catching skirt two inches above the knee and a maillot with the breasts half exposed, sitting behind the huge desk in general manager’s office. No matter who of you may join us, we hope you can maintain a moderate principle in terms of dress code—of course I don’t mean you have to wrap yourself too tightly.”
Returning with about thirty other people to the training room which contained more than two hundred candidates originally, Jiang Youyou felt extremely lucky.
The next round was a written examination. They all sat far away from each other. The questions looked quite simple but actually very difficult to answer. One question, for example, asked one to divide a cake to eight pieces and distribute them to eight people with one share remaining in the cake box.
The person who set this question was an abnormal. Jiang Youyou cursed to herself, biting the pencil in her hand.
“The people who set the questions weren’t abnormal.” Zhao Huixin stood at the door and said this calmly.
Jiang Youyou wrote down her answers while she was reading the questions, “In what book are there most diseases?” Then she should give the answer as Compendium of Materia Medica, which is a book talking about which herb could cure which disease. Another question is “What is in the middle of Tai Ping Ocean (the Pacific)?” My god, she was afraid of questions about geography most…in the middle… then wrote a Ping? It was the Chinese character in the middle of the name of the Pacific. Just picked out an answer at random.
It was raining harder and harder outside. Jiang Youyou went to the question about the cake, lost in thinking, as if she were back to the days in the welfare house when celebrating her birthday.
On her thirteenth birthday, her adoptive parents customized a birthday cake for her, which was even taller than a real person. All her classmates laid their hands open, waiting for her to distribute a piece to them. A mountain of gifts, and those envious girls in her class. And the sharp pain she suffered on that dark night.
Before the birthday cake went moldy, she was back to the welfare house. She would never forget that hideous face with carnality of her adoptive father and the helpless face with cowardice of her adoptive mother.
Finally they sent her the remaining cake, with the trolley. Only a piece was left.
Zhao Huixin went up and patted Jiang Youyou on the shoulder, “Are you all right?”
Jiang Youyou wiped the tears off the corner of her eyes. “I’m OK. Just caught a cold. Thanks.”
She wrote down her answer on the paper: cut the cake into eight pieces and distribute seven of them to seven people, then sent the eighth piece to the eighth person with the cake box.
Only those who got all the right answers could take part in the third round of the interview. Unexpectedly there were twenty five people who answered all questions right. It was perhaps because many of them had searched the interview questions of such companies as Micro Soft, IBM or Haier on Baidu. Everyone learned to be smart. And the person in charge of the recruitment would never pretend to leave the broom on the ground or scraps of paper on the office floor to see who would clean the place and judge which person would make an outstanding staff member.
“Now let’s transfer to another place for the activity. Let’s go to the opposite office building.” Zhan Huixin pointed to the outside of the window, then she went out first.
Translator: May Zou
“All right. Now let begin the first round of the interview.” Zhao Huixin raised her voice a little, which made the audience below quieter. “First, the girls who put on beautiful makeup please stay here and those who didn’t have any makeup please follow Mira and go out of the training room.”
Mira was probably the woman standing by the door, with a file folder in her hand. The heels of her shoes were not very high, and her pantyhose was of good quality.
There was some confusion below. Those girls who wore makeup all showed an open triumphant look. Jiang Youyou let out a sigh of disappointment. Alas, she was eliminated just in the first round.
“It’s not for sure.” Xu Nuo stood up. “I’ve gone through so many such little tricks. Let’s go together.”
About fifty girls followed the girl named Mira to another office. Looking at the girls with milk-white faces and smug expressions, Zhao Huixin said only one thing, “You can go home now.” Then she hurriedly entered the office next door.
Xu Nuo looked at Jiang Youyou and whispered, “Now you can see I’m right.”
Zhao Huixin sat at the desk, smiling, “Now, those whose skirts were above the knees and the neckline thirteen centimeters below the ribs can go out. The rest will take part in the official interview.”
A dozen more girls stood up and someone grumbled with discontent. “What a fucking company that should have such rules!”
Until they went out of the office, Zhao Huixin began to speak. “You may also have asked yourselves why. Isn’t it good to wear in a sexual style? Now everyone, the clothing that highlights women’s sexy attractiveness is the first killer to weaken others’ trust in you and the degree of professionality. The shorter your skirt is, the less power you have, and the lower your neckband is, the lower your status is. You may try to imagine what a peculiar scene it will be if our staff are wearing an eye-catching skirt two inches above the knee and a maillot with the breasts half exposed, sitting behind the huge desk in general manager’s office. No matter who of you may join us, we hope you can maintain a moderate principle in terms of dress code—of course I don’t mean you have to wrap yourself too tightly.”
Returning with about thirty other people to the training room which contained more than two hundred candidates originally, Jiang Youyou felt extremely lucky.
The next round was a written examination. They all sat far away from each other. The questions looked quite simple but actually very difficult to answer. One question, for example, asked one to divide a cake to eight pieces and distribute them to eight people with one share remaining in the cake box.
The person who set this question was an abnormal. Jiang Youyou cursed to herself, biting the pencil in her hand.
“The people who set the questions weren’t abnormal.” Zhao Huixin stood at the door and said this calmly.
Jiang Youyou wrote down her answers while she was reading the questions, “In what book are there most diseases?” Then she should give the answer as Compendium of Materia Medica, which is a book talking about which herb could cure which disease. Another question is “What is in the middle of Tai Ping Ocean (the Pacific)?” My god, she was afraid of questions about geography most…in the middle… then wrote a Ping? It was the Chinese character in the middle of the name of the Pacific. Just picked out an answer at random.
It was raining harder and harder outside. Jiang Youyou went to the question about the cake, lost in thinking, as if she were back to the days in the welfare house when celebrating her birthday.
On her thirteenth birthday, her adoptive parents customized a birthday cake for her, which was even taller than a real person. All her classmates laid their hands open, waiting for her to distribute a piece to them. A mountain of gifts, and those envious girls in her class. And the sharp pain she suffered on that dark night.
Before the birthday cake went moldy, she was back to the welfare house. She would never forget that hideous face with carnality of her adoptive father and the helpless face with cowardice of her adoptive mother.
Finally they sent her the remaining cake, with the trolley. Only a piece was left.
Zhao Huixin went up and patted Jiang Youyou on the shoulder, “Are you all right?”
Jiang Youyou wiped the tears off the corner of her eyes. “I’m OK. Just caught a cold. Thanks.”
She wrote down her answer on the paper: cut the cake into eight pieces and distribute seven of them to seven people, then sent the eighth piece to the eighth person with the cake box.
Only those who got all the right answers could take part in the third round of the interview. Unexpectedly there were twenty five people who answered all questions right. It was perhaps because many of them had searched the interview questions of such companies as Micro Soft, IBM or Haier on Baidu. Everyone learned to be smart. And the person in charge of the recruitment would never pretend to leave the broom on the ground or scraps of paper on the office floor to see who would clean the place and judge which person would make an outstanding staff member.
“Now let’s transfer to another place for the activity. Let’s go to the opposite office building.” Zhan Huixin pointed to the outside of the window, then she went out first.