"We two want to join the art club," Jiang Mubei stood in front of the red armband downstairs of the pigeon cage.
The young man behind the table slowly raised his head: "Do you want to join? Come, scan the QR code here and a resume will appear. Fill it out. After filling it out, wait for our notification and there will be an interview process."
Jiang Mubei was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that since he and his boss were members of Spades and wanted to join a small club, they would have to interview with other people.
Although Spade's identity cannot be revealed, wouldn't it be enough to just show off his skills a little and pretend to be a D-class genetic warrior?
He asked tentatively: "We are both genetic warriors."
The young man behind the table glanced at them and pondered for a few seconds: "Well... fill in the form first, and wait for notification after completing the form."
Jiang Mubei: "..."
The young man's tone was very polite, but he didn't seem to take the genetic warriors seriously...
Jiang Mubei felt very frustrated, and Xu Linsen took him back upstairs.
Back in room 4403, Jiang Mubei was a little unconvinced: "Boss, this art club can't even grant privileges to gene warriors? In other societies, which gene warrior wouldn't be treated as a big brother?"
Xu Linsen glanced at him and said: "Xiao Bei, you are just too young and need more experience. You can't be so reckless all the time. You have also seen that this art club has no shortage of genetic warriors. You pretend to be C-level, but they are now already
There are eight C-level people we know, so you are not unusual at all. If you say you are B-level, they will definitely think there is something wrong with you. After all, you are already B-level, so why would you join the club? So, fill out the form first.
Just wait for the interview."
Jiang Mubei sighed: "That's right. It's definitely not difficult for us to pass the interview. Just wait for the interview."
Xu Linsen stood by the window and watched the electric maintenance trucks, pipeline maintenance trucks, elevator maintenance trucks, and surveillance installation trucks coming downstairs at the same time. The residents of the three buildings that had just been incorporated by the art club were waiting with joy.
I have to say that in the federation, as long as money is provided, there are very few things that cannot be accomplished.
It seems that the New Year is approaching soon, and people in the power department still go to work in order to get New Year bonuses.
"Boss, you said this art club is doing charity in the slums. What is it for?" Jiang Mubei asked.
"I don't know, I have to take another look," Xu Linsen looked thoughtfully at the slowly installed surveillance cameras.
They don't know yet, but the Qingchen they are looking for actually lives next door.
And Qingchen next door has been silently listening to their conversation...
When Qingchen heard that the two of them were going to join the art club, his mind suddenly moved and he went downstairs to scan the registration resume.
Now that he himself was seriously injured, Jindai Yunhe was hiding again.
Rather than continue to push forward, it is better to hide one's strength and bide one's time for a while, help Luo Wanya expand the scale of the parents' association in City 22, and play with the two spades by the way.
After all, the current business in District 9 is indeed the most important part of his plan.
Moreover, now that Qingchen wants to kill Shendai Yunhe, can he ask the legendary Ace of Spades to help? Although the Ace of Spades may not be willing to help...
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District 8, in an independent villa.
This should be the only villa in the Lower Three Districts, and it belongs to the Dragon Pattern Society.
In the early years, this place was a factory. Later, when it was abandoned and renovated, it was bought by the Longwen Society. I don’t know how it was operated. The industrial land was turned into residential land, and this only villa was built.
The villa covers an area of 3,100 square meters, and outside the palace-like villa are lawns and gardens.
In the garden, dozens of armed club members patrolled back and forth. The garden also had four tall sentry posts with security personnel standing on them.
In the slums, there is no permanent boss, and no matter how big a person is, they can capsize in the gutter.
At this time, a member of the club rushed back from outside and walked all the way to the living room of the villa.
Chen Yidong, the owner of the Dragon Pattern Society, was sitting on the sofa, shirtless, using a knife to peel a roast leg of lamb.
There are two men standing guard behind the sofa, making him look like a drug lord from the Golden Triangle.
When he saw someone walking in quickly, he asked calmly: "What's wrong? Is there any new trend in the Lower Third District?"
As the largest society in City 22, he not only has to take care of the top, but also pays attention to the situation below. If there are people who may threaten his status, he must eliminate them in time.
The club member said: "Boss, there is a not-so-serious club in District 9, and four clubs were suddenly wiped out."
"Oh?" Chen Yidong raised his eyebrows: "One kills four? It seems that there is strong support."
"Well, I heard that there are genetic warriors, but this is just a guess from local residents and no one has confirmed it. I heard that many people were injured during their annexation last night," the club member responded.
"I understand, another careerist has appeared," Chen Yidong said calmly: "This kind of society is expanding and must be eager to recruit people. Gao Yang, you go join them as an undercover agent and give me the information of this Laoshizi society.
Find out clearly."
A man behind the sofa nodded in agreement: "Okay boss, but do we need to be so guarded against a small society?"
Chen Yidong smiled: "Gao Yang, let me teach you a truth. Many small flames must be extinguished before they become powerful. Some geniuses must also die before they become powerful, otherwise they will be in danger. Over the years, Dragon Mark has
The club was passed down from my grandfather to me because of this caution. We keep hundreds of small clubs in District 9 to prevent the superiors from thinking that our family is the only one, but we must not let them threaten us."
Gao Yang nodded: "Okay boss, I'll join them right now."
"Well, report the situation every day."
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At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, there was a long queue at the door of Room 1207 of the Pigeon Cage, all waiting to be interviewed by the art club.
I have to say that in the past, many people avoided clubs and did not want to mess with them or join them.
The art club is different here, and there are all kinds of people who want to join.
Qingchen looked at the aunt in front of him, who was still knitting a sweater. He hesitated and asked, "Auntie, are you here for an interview too?"
"Ang!" The aunt looked back and said, "What's wrong?"
"Auntie, this is a club, what are you doing here?" Qingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The aunt said: "I think the art club's chorus... still needs a lead singer. I'm a good singer. When I was young, I was almost selected into the chorus of city No. 22."
Qingchen was in awe, but he didn't expect him to be a master.
But what the hell does a club want chorus players for? He brought Luo Wanya here to conquer the world, not to do chorus!
Of course, this shows from the side that those civilians who live and work in peace and contentment are no longer afraid of art societies, which is a good thing.
At this time, Xiaoqi walked out of 1207 and persuaded the seventeen aunts and more than thirty uncles in the team to retreat.
He kindly tried to persuade her: "Auntie, we are going out to kill people tomorrow. Can you please stop causing trouble here?"
The aunt took out a handful of melon seeds from her pocket with a smile and stuffed them into Xiao Qi's pocket: "Auntie doesn't know how to kill people, but she can knit sweaters for you. Young man, please accept the melon seeds and let the aunt go in for an interview."
Melon seeds are not cheap these days, and poor families are reluctant to buy them until the end of the year.
Xiao Qi was dumbfounded at this moment: "Auntie, please stop making trouble, please. Whose parent is this? Take it back quickly!"
Auntie, the elders were finally persuaded to retreat. When they passed by the team, someone stopped in front of Xu Linsen and Jiang Mubei and said with a smile: "Hey, these two young men are handsome. Are you dating a partner?"
Xu Linsen: "..."
Jiang Mubei: "..."
Qingchen suddenly felt that this interview was like a farce...
Moreover, Qingchen was not the only one who thought this way. Gao Yang from the Dragon Pattern Society was standing behind Qingchen, deeply doubting the mission he was carrying.
He looked at the aunties leaving with smiles and suddenly wondered, is such an organization really worthy of his attention...
At this time, there were still people in the team talking quietly: "I wonder what questions the interviewer will ask?"
Another person pondered: "In interviews at the club... they may first ask you when was the first time you killed someone, how many times you have killed someone, how you feel when you kill someone, and where you are best at cutting, and then ask about your hobbies and specialties.
, salary expectations and so on.”
After speaking, many people in the team became quiet and silently organized their words.
While he was thinking about it, Jiang Mubei arrived first in line.
He walked into the room and looked around. There were three interviewers sitting on one side and a lone chair on the other side. In the interview room, there was also a slogan of the art club "Be kind to others".
This is an interview room temporarily converted from a residential building by an art club, and it looks extremely crude.
However, this is the first time that the interview process is used to select club members.
Jiang Mubei sat on the chair, and Xiao Qi asked: "Is this Mr. Jiang Xiaobei? What industry did you work in before?"
Jiang Mubei replied: "I am a wilderness hunter, helping federal dignitaries capture rare wild animals in the wilderness."
Xiao Qi nodded: "I saw on your resume that you are a genetic warrior. I would like to ask you why you chose us as a genetic warrior?"
Jiang Mubei replied seriously: "I feel that you are doing good things for the people of District 9. I am tired of fighting and killing, so I want to do something to do good deeds."
This answer was discussed between him and Xu Linsen. According to the tone of the art club, they will definitely not want people with bad natures, so they have to put on a face of 'I am a good person and I want to continue to be a good person in this troubled world.'
It just looks good.
Zhang Qinghuan, who was sitting in the middle of the interview seat, asked: "If you were a member of an art club and encountered other club members bullying my club members, what would you do?"
Jiang Mubei hesitated for a moment and said, "I will first find a way to disarm the other party, and then do my best to dissuade him from turning hostility into friendship."
Xiao Qi nodded: "Okay, the interview is over. Unfortunately, you were not admitted to the art club. Please call the next person in."
Jiang Mubei: "?"
Seeing Jiang Mubei not moving, Xiao Qi asked doubtfully: "Do you have anything else to do?"
"Why didn't I pass?" Jiang Mubei was angry. He had four of spades and failed to interview a small club.
Xiao Qi said: "It's the question just now, what should you do if someone bullies your club members? We are not very satisfied with this issue."
"Then how should we answer?" Jiang Mubei was confused.