Chapter 67: How Can You Struggle When the Answer is Already Set?

At the headquarters of Longya Capital…

Dragon King Zhao Tian leisurely swirled his glass of 1982 Lafite. "Which position are we on now?"

The man in black replied, "Reporting to the Dragon King, we're currently interviewing for the office clerk position!"

"Office clerk? Ha!" Zhao Tian chuckled.

In his view, the office clerk role required even less skill than the front desk—just slightly more paperwork.

As long as the applicants had no major flaws in appearance, an average IQ, and could operate a computer proficiently, they would qualify.

And the people he sent were not just qualified—they were elites!

Not only that, but their appearances weren't bad either.

Maybe not as stunning as the young women at the front desk, but compared to the general competition, they should dominate effortlessly!

Zhao Tian shifted in his seat, still swirling his wine. "How many positions are available? How many applicants are there? And how many of them are ours?"

The man in black immediately reported, "Dragon King, there are two open positions! A total of 45 people applied, and 41 of them are ours, making up about 91%!"

"A 90% ratio?! 41 against 4? And we're all top-tier talents? There's no way we're losing this one!" Zhao Tian was brimming with confidence.

"The Dragon King is absolutely right!" The man in black flattered him.

Zhao Tian nodded in satisfaction.

At that moment, the man in black took out his phone and checked for updates from Lin Beifan's interviews.

Zhao Tian, however, wasn't in a rush.

The outcome is obvious—we've won!

He took a slow sip of wine, savoring its rich taste, then asked with a smug smile, "So, how many of our people were selected? Two or just one?"

The man in black hesitated. "Dragon King… not two… not one…"

Zhao Tian raised an eyebrow. "Oh? None? Could it be that they exceeded the recruitment quota? Hah! I knew it—my people are so good, there's no way Lin Beifan could ignore them!"

Feeling even more triumphant, he took another sip of wine and gestured. "Go on, tell me!"

The man in black hesitated before finally gathering his courage.

"Dragon King… they've all been eliminated!"

Zhao Tian: PFFT!

The man in black was once again drenched in wine.

Zhao Tian shot up from his seat, fuming. "WHAT?! How could we lose again?! We sent so many candidates—each one a leader in their field! Why were they eliminated?!"

The man in black trembled as he explained, "Dragon King, Lin Beifan introduced a test… and our people failed, so they were disqualified."

"A test?!" Zhao Tian's face darkened. "They've been taking exams since childhood, acing tests from national to international levels! What kind of test could possibly stump them?!"

"A typing test."

Zhao Tian blinked. "Typing?"

"Yes, Dragon King!"

The man in black wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Lin Beifan said that office clerks must be proficient typists, as it's a basic requirement for the job. So he held an on-the-spot typing competition. Whoever typed the most words with the highest accuracy got the job!"

"But… most of our people studied abroad! After two or three years overseas, they've become rusty with Chinese characters. Plus, having held high positions for years, they rarely type anymore. Their speed was no match… so they lost!"

"So that's how it is…" Zhao Tian slumped back into his chair, deflated.

Typing seemed easy, but doing it fast and well was another matter entirely.

Even he wouldn't pass such a test!

Why? Because he had subordinates for that!

His people were the same—they never had to type themselves!

Zhao Tian clenched his fists. "Damn it! We lost again! Lin Beifan, you got lucky! But the next jobs—I want them ALL! Do you hear me?!"

"Yes, Dragon King!"

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But reality was cruel.

Zhao Tian asked, "Which position is being interviewed now?"

The man in black responded, "Dragon King, it's the accountant position!"

"An accountant? That's easy. How many of our people got hired?"

"Dragon King… none."

Zhao Tian's face turned dark. "WHY?!"

The man in black shivered. "Lin Beifan said that accountants must be good at calculations. So he gave them an on-the-spot math test—all multiplication and division problems with at least four-digit numbers! No computers were allowed—only pen and paper!"

"In the end… everyone failed."

Zhao Tian: PFFT!

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A little later…

Zhao Tian asked, "Which position is being interviewed now?"

"Dragon King, they're now hiring for an economic analyst."

Zhao Tian's eyes lit up. "Finally! This is our strength! Our people are top-tier in economic analysis. We must get at least one position, right?"

The man in black hesitated. "Dragon King… they all failed."

Zhao Tian roared, "WHY AGAIN?!"

The man in black's voice quivered. "It's all because of Lin Beifan! That bastard is too wicked! He said that since they're economic analysts, they should be able to predict the stock market. So, he asked them to predict today's market trend—whether it would rise or fall!"

"The rule was simple: if their prediction was correct, they passed. If they were wrong, they failed!"

Zhao Tian scoffed. "How could they get it wrong? The stock market soared 2% this morning! With such a strong trend, of course it would go up!"

"They thought the same thing! But… just before the market closed, for some mysterious reason, the index suddenly plummeted, falling below the opening price!"

Zhao Tian: PFFT!

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And so, his people were eliminated one after another…

Finally, Zhao Tian, eyes bloodshot, asked in a hoarse voice, "How many chances do we have left?"

The man in black hesitated, then raised a trembling finger. "Just one…"

"What position is it?"

"C-cleaning staff…"

Zhao Tian nearly passed out.