Outside the recruitment hall—

The crowds are surging and very lively.

Under Song Zhichao's instructions, the fruit man enthusiastically distributed fruit to the applicants for free, and said warmly: "It's been hard for the job application, come on!"

Eating sweet and juicy pears and listening to the warm encouragement of Uncle Fruit, everyone felt warm in their hearts.

It is not easy for everyone to make a living, especially in such a job fair, where they are even potential rivals. Has anyone ever heard such warm words?

However, when everyone thanked the fruit man, the fruit man said that they were not made by themselves. They were just an old man selling fruits. They pointed to Song Zhichao beside them, saying that these were all made by this gentleman, and he bought the fruit and distributed them to everyone for free.

Everyone was surprised and looked at Song Zhichao and didn't understand why this young man was so kind.

As the people gathered, they saw that the time was almost the same, so Song Zhichao stopped hiding and said bluntly that he was recruiting people!

Recruiting people, who to recruit?

Everyone became even more confused.

Song Zhichao smiled, then used his toes to lift the fruit knife on the fruit stall, and when he threw it, he took it handsomely in his hand.

Just when people didn't understand what he was going to do, Song Zhichao opened the briefcase he was carrying with his hand, and then a thick stack of 100-yuan bills were presented to people.

In this era, many people have never seen what a hundred-dollar bill looks like, let alone such a thick stack.

A gust of wind blew, causing the pile of banknotes to roar.

Instant time—

Everyone's eyes were straight.

In this era, there is a saying that "wealth is not revealed", but Song Zhichao showed off his wealth in a high-profile manner.

This made the Uncle, who helped him distribute fruit for free, worry for him. He thought that Song Zhichao was a good person, and good people should be rewarded.

At this moment, there were already many greedy eyes in the crowd, staring at the briefcase in Song Zhichao's hand and the thick stack of banknotes in the briefcase.

Seeing that he had successfully attracted everyone's attention, Song Zhichao smiled, then pulled out one from a stack of banknotes, and with a bang, the fruit knife nailed the hundred-dollar bill directly to the wall behind him.

The banknotes were nailed by a knife and shook their ropes in the wind.

"Now, play a game with everyone - you only need to answer my five questions. If all of them are correct, you can take away this hundred dollar bill!"

When the words came to the ground, people around him started to yell—

"Is it true?"

"It's not a lie!"

“You can earn a hundred by answering five questions?”

"What's the problem?"

There must be a brave man under the heavy reward, not to mention that there is a real reward of 100 yuan in front of you.

In this era, the value of 100 yuan is the monthly salary of many people. A young man immediately stood up and told Song Zhichao that he was willing to accept the challenge.

Those who originally ate fruits were attracted by this strange recruitment. Even some people in the hall couldn't help but run out to watch the fun after hearing about such a strange recruitment.

In an instant, the whole hall was filled with people, and everyone was tiptoing and stretching their necks to watch the fun.

Song Zhichao was straightforward and unwilling to waste time any more.

"The first question, what's your name?"

"No way, that's that simple?" the young man was stunned.

Song Zhichao took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth and stared at him, "Just answer and don't ask too much."

"My name is Ding Jianjun."

"What position are you here to apply for?"

“Apply for a treasurer.”

“How much is the salary you are looking forward to?”

"This is the third question - 80 yuan." The young man licked his lips and stared at Song Zhichao to see what his reaction was.

Song Zhichao lit the cigarette with his hands, shook it, and wiped the matches out, and glanced at him: "What are your specialties?"

The young man was stunned and thought for a moment, "I graduated from Yangcheng University."

"I asked you what specialty you have, but I didn't ask where you graduated."

"I, I...I have a professional accounting certificate and have also learned mental arithmetic."

Song Zhichao nodded, "Zhong has the last question..."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the hundred-dollar bill that was nailed to the wall, and felt that it was waving to him.

Everyone around him also looked at him with envy, regretting why he didn't stand up. These questions were too simple and even fools could answer them.

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world. They can only look at the young man named "Ding Jianjun" and answer Song Zhichao's last question, waiting for him to win the one hundred yuan bill after victory.

Song Zhichao took a sip of cigarette and smiled kindly at the young man, "The last question is, I locked a pig and a tiger together. The next day the pig did not die, but the tiger died. What's the matter?"

The young man who was smug couldn't help but be stunned, touched his face, wondering if he had heard the problem wrongly.

Everyone around was also stunned. They felt that like young people, they lived so big, and had never heard of such a strange problem.

"Well, comrade, aren't you laughing?" the young man asked.

Song Zhichao shook his head, "Do you need me to say it again?" Then he repeated the question with a smile.

This time everyone heard it clearly and was all confused. According to their IQ in this era, they could not understand the true "meaning" of this question.

After hesitating for a long time, the young man replied: "Because the tiger is sick, it dies of illness." After that, he swallowed his mouth with some disconfidence, stared at Song Zhichao, waiting for him to announce the result.

Song Zhichao held the cigarette and clenched his eyebrows with his fingers, "Sorry, you answered wrong."

The young man said "Oh" in disappointment.

Before he could leave, countless hands were raised around him-

"I'll do it!"

"let me!"

"I'll do it first!"

No one wanted to miss this opportunity to earn 100 yuan, so they raised their hands and recommended themselves.

Just then—

"Who are you here? Do you know how to answer the last question?"

"Look at you, everyone wants to take advantage of the opportunity. If you don't have real materials and you can't make any money!"

"Stop it all! Look at me getting the hundred yuan first!"

As he spoke, a fat man stood up from the crowd with his chest and a belly bulged.
Chapter completed!