Chapter 68: The Dragon King is Shaking—Take Down the Cleaning Job!

Dragon King Zhao Tian sat in silence, his expression cold and grim.

He had sent hundreds of elite professionals—each one a leader in their field—yet not a single one managed to secure a job!

For him, this was nothing short of a disgrace!

After all, Lin Beifan had no idea they were enemies.

There was no reason for Lin Beifan to deliberately target him.

Yet somehow, he kept losing.

Humiliation!

Utter humiliation!

What a disgrace!

Zhao Tian roared, "Tell them—the cleaning job must be taken down! If they fail this time… they don't need to come back! Let them fend for themselves outside!"

"Y-yes, Dragon King!" The man in black trembled as he rushed off.

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At Lin Beifan's investment company…

The applicants—doctors, master's degree holders, and other highly qualified professionals—suddenly received a text message.

"The Dragon King has issued an order: The cleaning job must be secured! If you fail, don't bother coming back!"

Their spirits were instantly reignited.

But at the same time, frustration and regret filled their hearts.

We… have disappointed the Dragon King!

Otherwise… he wouldn't have said such ruthless words!

This final cleaning job—we MUST win it!

Their eyes burned with determination.

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On the stage, Lin Beifan smiled and addressed the crowd.

"There's only one position left—cleaning staff!"

"Honestly, I was just planning to hire an auntie for this role, but I didn't expect so many people to compete for it!"

Everyone's expressions darkened slightly.

"It's getting late, so let's get straight to the test!"

Lin Beifan's voice turned serious.

"For this role, our key evaluation criteria are strength and endurance!"

"Strength and endurance?" The crowd murmured in confusion.

Lin Beifan nodded. "A cleaner doesn't need intelligence, emotion, or professional knowledge!"

"They just need to be strong, have stamina, and be able to work!"

"So, our cleaning test is designed based on these criteria!"

With a wave of his hand, an assistant carried over a large metal bucket filled with water.

"This bucket weighs 50 pounds!"

"The test is simple: lift it with one hand and hold it for one minute!"

"The rules are as follows:"

1. The bucket must be lifted at least 50 cm off the ground—if not, eliminated!

2. The water must not spill—if it does, eliminated!

3. Once lifted, you cannot move your legs—if you do, eliminated!

"This test is quite physically demanding, so please assess your abilities carefully before participating!" Lin Beifan chuckled. "If you have no objections, let's begin! Who wants to go first?"

"I'll do it!"

A tall, muscular man stepped forward confidently.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he rolled up his sleeves, loosened his muscles, and then…

He grabbed the bucket with one hand and lifted with all his strength!

His face contorted with effort, his teeth clenched, veins bulging from his forehead.

Slowly… painfully… the bucket rose from the ground!

It took him two seconds to reach the required 50 cm height.

At this point, the timer officially began.

But…

Before 10 seconds had passed—

BANG!

He dropped the bucket, nearly collapsing to the floor!

Lin Beifan shook his head. "Too weak! Next!"

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One by one, the applicants stepped forward.

Each performance was worse than the last.

Some couldn't even lift the bucket.

Some spilled the water immediately.

Some lasted only a few seconds before their hands gave out.

Even the strongest among them barely lasted 20 seconds before giving up.

As for the women… they couldn't even budge the bucket.

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Meanwhile, at Longya Capital Headquarters…

Dragon King Zhao Tian's eyes were bloodshot as he demanded, "What's the cleaning test? Tell me!"

The man in black nervously reported, "Dragon King, the test requires lifting a 50-pound bucket of water with one hand, keeping it 50 cm off the ground for one full minute without spilling or moving your legs."

Zhao Tian scoffed. "Lifting 50 pounds with one hand? That's nothing!"

Back in his training days, he could lift 100 pounds with one hand and hold it for over ten minutes!

This test? A joke!

"How many have passed?"

The man in black hesitated. "Dragon King… 30 people have attempted it so far, but… none have passed!"

Zhao Tian's face darkened.

"None?!" His voice was sharp with disbelief.

"This is such a simple test! Why hasn't even one person passed?!"

The man in black smiled bitterly.

"Dragon King… this test really isn't hard for martial artists like us! But… the people we sent are intellectuals—not fighters!"

"They've spent years buried in books, working in offices, and barely train their bodies!"

"They simply… don't have the strength."

Zhao Tian knew he was right.

But still—not a single success?!

How humiliating!

He clenched his fists. "I don't want excuses—I want results!"

"Tell the rest—even if they have to risk their lives, they MUST lift that bucket!"

"YES, DRAGON KING!"

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Back at the interview site…

The remaining applicants suddenly received another text message.

"The Dragon King has issued an order: Even if you have to risk your life, you MUST lift that bucket!"

After reading the message, their faces turned pale.

They knew…

This was their last chance.