Not A God

Chapter 41

The interviewer sitting in the middle of the room shuddered and stopped himself from putting pen to paper. For he found that, in his own mind, he had been able to make a decision. The one that wanted to politely dissuade the unknown, unnamed, horrible being in front of him. horrible being before him, his body disintegrated at a faster rate. At this rate, it is believed that before he could write a word, he would be gone. At this rate, I believe he will be gone before he finishes writing.

The interviewer wisely chose to put away his pen as he watched his colleagues clicking away. The pen was put away. When he looked up, the interviewer's pale face was a picture of a man who had been in a hurry. The interviewer's pale face was as stiff as a clay doll, but he was still stiff. Still, the interviewer was stiff. The interviewer's pale face was as stiff as a mud puppet, but still? The interviewer's pale face was as stiff as a clay doll, but he still managed to squeeze out a broad smile, a smile that was flattering.

"So, Mr? Your resume is perfectly in line with our company's requirements! The performance is also the best I've ever seen! I definitely want to take you on!"

Zen listened to the polite words of appreciation from the interviewer's mouth, but there was no happy emotion on his face. Because it was obvious that there was a twist behind these compliments.

Just when Zen thought that the interviewer was going to say the classic "go back and wait for news" after the polite words, he heard the interviewer continue: "I'm sure you'll be accepted."

The interviewer felt the sensation of his body crumbling stop and breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face looked more real. He was only a part-time employee, and when he met such an important guest, he naturally had to ask the chairman.

"In this way, please come with me, I will take you to see the chairman, he will introduce you to the specifics of our work and sign the contract."

The interviewer smiled a relieved smile. The interviewer smiled with relief and stood up with his cracked body. He led Zen towards the door.

"Did the chairman need to be alarmed to sign the contract?" he thought.

Zen felt that such things should not be done by the chairman of the board. The chairman of the board of directors should be the one to do it, but since the official employees of this company have said so. After all, he was a newcomer to the company, and he still had the self-awareness of being a junior, especially in this future world's workplace, where the hierarchy was even stricter.

Moreover, new employees have to sign contracts under the consideration of their bosses and so on, and in some small companies in the previous life, it is not unheard of. Although Zen's mind was full of thoughts, he looked surprised. He is still calm. He followed the interviewer into the lift with a proper demeanour. While waiting for the lift to rise, Zen politely asked the interviewer what to call him. He asked the interviewer what he should call him and then chatted about some other things, and the atmosphere was very cordial.

However, as he chatted, he noticed that the interviewer, Wu Chang, seemed to be shaking all over. He seemed to be suffering from some kind of illness. He looked at the interviewer with wonder. He was surprised. looked at? him, concerned about his body.

Wu Chang, whose arms and legs were trembling involuntarily, wiped the sweat that did not come out of his forehead and explained with a forced smile that it was an old problem and not something to be concerned about. Zen sniffed, thoughtfully withdrew his gaze and waited quietly for the lift to reach the chairman's office on the top floor. He remembered that the other two interviewers looked like they had been in the office for a while. It seems that the other two interviewers also seemed to be shaking. It seemed to be an occupational disease, and he wondered if he would get it in the future. I don't know if I will get this kind of disease in the future.