Mr. Ge sighed and said: "As the reputation of the Killer Employment Center has grown, the competition has also attracted the attention of many big figures in the underworld. Because the Killer Employment Center is in the name of the Chamber of Commerce, not a gang, it does not restrict members from joining other gangs.
, so more and more underworld gang leaders hope to find talents in the competition. In addition, the finals are global. Therefore, the scale is so large that unknowingly, it has become a hot topic in the underworld.
It’s a grand event.”
In the past, competitions at the Killer Employment Center were held privately, but things are different now. Underworld figures from all over the world are already paying attention to this competition.
Xiaoxiao was still a little confused and asked: "It's just that the competition has attracted everyone's attention. What does it have to do with whether I go or not?"
"That's right. Because the competition has attracted so much attention, it is no longer restricted to members only. Some people who are not members of our killer hiring center can still participate in the competition. As long as they are skilled and capable, regardless of whether they are killers or not, they can participate
Participating, it has improved so much than before!"
You know, in the underworld, in addition to killers, there are many, many powerful people. For example, Lan Tingyan, he is not a killer, but his ability is far from estimated.
Xiaoxiao held up her chin: "I understand. How long is it until the next competition?"
Mr. Ge pinched his fingers and said, "It's almost there, there's still about a month left."
"I want to compete."
"Okay. There is no other way. As the branch president of the China Employment Center, I can send you directly to the finals and avoid the trouble of the divisional competition." Mr. Ge said. Although as far as China is concerned, there are branches in several cities.
, but as the president of the China branch, Mr. Ge naturally has the ability to make this decision.
"It's so comfortable to walk through the back door." She smiled.
"Anyway, you've been through the back door for seven years, so you don't care about doing it one more time." Mr. Ge said in a rogue manner.
"But... Mr. Ge, if you recommend me to directly enter the top three in China, wouldn't I know everyone's strength? If I fail as soon as I enter the finals, wouldn't it be an embarrassment to you?" Xiaoxiao said worriedly,
Being able to directly enter the finals saves a lot of trouble.
"Hey, I have a thick skin anyway, and Xiaoxiao, I also believe you." Mr. Ge said firmly.
"I will definitely strive to get B grade." He clenched his fists.
At this time, the sweet aroma came. Mu Xiaoxiao walked out with a plate and put a plate of colorful things on the table: "Mommy, this is called five-color glutinous rice dumplings."
Maomao introduced them one by one. Different colors represent different flavors. He picked up one with chopsticks and tasted it. His eyes widened in surprise: "Oh, it's so delicious."
Maomao smiled proudly: "Haha, of course, Mommy, do you think I have the talent to surpass Uncle Yin in the future?"
Yin, that homeless man who wandered into Xiaoxiao's house. Although we only got along with each other for a few days, he left a deep memory on Xiaoxiao. Yin, where are you wandering now?
Mu Maomao said Yin, and a trace of nostalgia flashed across Xiaoxiao's face.
Mr. Ge's face flashed stiffly. The silver the mother and son mentioned was not some homeless man, but the president of the killer hiring center!
Think about it, if Xiaoxiao enters the national finals and finishes in the top three, wouldn’t she be able to meet the president?
Eating glutinous rice balls, laughter and laughter came from the room.
How she wanted to keep this happiness forever. Hold it forever and ever.
Time flies and more than half a month has passed. Over the past few days, Xiaoxiao has been practicing desperately to prepare for the level competition at the Killer Employment Center.
call……
Although she has been fighting alone in the underworld for seven years, it is not a long time, it is not a short time, but this is her first time to participate in the competition.
I was also extremely nervous.
These days, Xuanyuan Lie would come to visit every three days, and she really felt that it was time for her to move. As for... Lan Tingyan had no news about him, and she didn't dare to ask.
Jiang Xiaobing and Nuo'er didn't come to cause trouble. Thinking about it, the only explanation is that Lan Tingyan probably reconciled with Jiang Xiaobing.
After all, they are a couple, and Jiang Xiaobing is a great beauty. They were arguing at the end of the bed, and maybe they are happily on their honeymoon now.
Mu Xiaoxiao was not wrong. In the past half month, Lan Tingyan was forced to spend his honeymoon with Jiang Xiaobing... but instead of being happy and happy, he was miserable.
As for Jiang Xiaobing’s good friend Nuoer, it seems that her whereabouts have been unknown for the past half month.
That day, the weather was perfect. Mu Maomao was stacking stones alone in the small garden outside the house.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Maomao put down the stone in his hand, who was crying? He walked out of the garden and looked around. He saw a brown-gold little girl, wearing a small floral princess dress and carrying a rabbit backpack, walking outside and crying.
Mu Maomao blinked his big eyes and stared at the little girl. Her hair was so beautiful. He took out a tissue from his bag and walked out.
Hand the tissue to the little girl.
The little girl stopped crying, stared at Mu Maomao, and blinked her big eyes a few times.
"Here." Mu Maomao put the tissue on her hand.
The little girl blinked her eyes: "Thank you." She said childishly, then took the tissue and wiped her tears.
"Why are you crying?" Mu Maomao tilted her head.
The little girl pouted and shed tears again: "I found my aunt."
"Ah? You're lost." Mu Maomao opened his eyes wide. The little girl in front of him was even more head-on than him. She should be even smaller than him.
The little girl buried her head, holding her hands together and playing with her fingers.
"Then you come to my house and wait. I will ask my mommy to help you find your family later." Mu Maomao said.
The girl's eyes were filled with water, and she turned her body to the side and said, "You won't sell me." She was about to cry again.
Mu Maomao wiped his sweat: "Don't worry, this is China, we are China, and those who sell children don't accept girls. Even if I really want to sell you, I can't." He said seriously.
"real?"
"Of course. Come over to my house and play together. I'll ask my mom to help you find your aunt." He said and walked back.
The little girl chased after him, grabbed Mu Maomao, and followed him into the house with some fear.
Instead of playing in the garden, Mu Maomao took the little girl directly into the house: "Mommy, come out quickly!" he shouted loudly in the living room.
Mu Xiaoxiao was cooking in the kitchen and walked out with a shovel: "What are you doing? You're yelling."