Shortly after, in the dormitory building.

There is a spacious room on the first floor that looks like a warehouse.

The entire floor was undivided; it was just one whole room, completely empty.

But at this moment, there was a group of people standing inside.

One of them was Yang Shenglong.

As for the other five, four men and one woman, they were all there to apply for security guard positions.

When is the boss finally coming?

One of the men became impatient and complained, "If you don't want to hire us, just say so, and we'll leave."

What's the rush?

Yang Shenglong frowned slightly. "The boss has gone to handle some business. He'll be here in a bit."

"It's just hiring a security guard, there's no need for the boss to come in person, is there?" the man said again.

"This is what the boss personally requested, so I have no choice but to comply," Yang Shenglong said, shrugging.

Just then, the only woman there pointed outside and asked, "It looks like someone's coming. Is that your boss?"

Everyone turned to look outside.

Sure enough, a tall, handsome young man in casual clothes walked in through the front door with his hands in his pockets, as if strolling leisurely.

"Xiao Qian, you're here?"

Yang Shenglong hurriedly went to greet them and said in a low voice, "If you hadn't come, they would have left."

"So impatient?"

Wang Qian raised an eyebrow and scanned the five people one by one.

When he saw the woman, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Ma'am, are you sure you're here to apply for a security guard job?"

Female security guards do exist, but they are relatively few.

Especially in this era, most women are still relatively conservative. They rarely participate in anything related to violence, let alone go out to work.

The woman in front of me looked to be in her mid-twenties, with a capable figure and a dashing demeanor.

Or perhaps she enjoys sports and has no makeup on, with slightly dark skin.

But her eyes were incredibly sharp, and the moment you met her gaze, an aura of female dominance that rivaled any man's swept over you.

"What? Are you discriminating against women?" the woman retorted.

Wang Qian's lips twitched. "No, that's not true. I was just curious. Don't misunderstand, I'm not sexist."

"That's settled then!" The woman pouted, seemingly showing no respect for Wang Qian.

Wang Qian didn't mind, a smile appeared on his face, and he said loudly, "Everyone, thank you for waiting. Since you're all here for the interview, let's begin!"

With that, Wang Qian walked behind the table and sat down.

Yang Shenglong sat next to him.

There is also a chair in front of the table.

"You go first!"

Yang Shenglong pointed to the first person.

"good!"

The man nodded and immediately stepped forward, but seemed somewhat reserved, not sitting down but standing upright.

"Xiao Qian, this is his resume, take a look."

Yang Shenglong handed a resume to Wang Qian.

Wang Qian took it, quickly flipped through it, and then asked a few questions.

He is a veteran. Although he only served for three years, he trained in the military for three years. His physical fitness and sense of responsibility are definitely beyond what ordinary people can match.

Therefore, Wang Qian did not ask any further questions and approved it directly.

The next two were also veterans, with similar resumes and no physical defects, so Wang Qian readily passed them.

When it was the fourth person's turn, a hint of anticipation finally rose in Wang Qian's eyes, almost imperceptibly.

He was a young man who looked to be almost thirty years old, with broad shoulders and a strong waist, well-developed limbs, and bulging muscles, exuding explosive power.

Perhaps to deliberately show off his skin, he was wearing a vest, even though it was still a bit chilly and everyone else was wearing coats.

Whether walking or talking, he always seems to be showing off his well-developed muscles, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

"Fang Zhiming, right?"

Wang Qian glanced at the other person's resume and said with interest, "A resume is one thing, but why don't you introduce yourself?"

"Okay, boss!"

Fang Zhiming responded and immediately launched into a rapid-fire self-introduction.

He was a skilled taekwondo instructor, but he quit because he really didn't like being a taekwondo coach.

He speaks very eloquently and in a very pleasant way.

If someone didn't know him, they would definitely think he was a great guy—good at fighting, courageous, and a high school graduate—truly a man of both literary and martial talents.

But after hearing this, a cold smile flashed across Wang Qian's lips.

Others might not know Fang Zhiming, but he knew this scumbag all too well.

Fang Zhiming did not resign because he did not want to be a Taekwondo instructor, but was fired after being politely sued.

The reason for the lawsuit is that Fang Zhiming often used the guise of teaching to do lewd and obscene things to female students.

In addition, Fang Zhiming also had violent tendencies, and would often injure and hospitalize his students while teaching Taekwondo.

Of course, Wang Qian knows these things because he has memories of his previous life.

In his previous life, in order to avoid being trapped in the dilapidated little mountain village of Xieyang, he abandoned his family and wandered the world.

After ten years of wandering, he arrived in a completely new city like a walking corpse.

At that time, he was penniless and so poor that he could hardly move.

When hunger overwhelmed him like a raging flood, he could no longer care about maintaining his so-called high-class image and had no choice but to humble himself and go to a factory to tighten screws.

As it turned out, the department head of that factory was Fang Zhiming.

He originally just wanted to work as a screwdriver for a while, then leave the factory and find another way to make a living.

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