Tuanshan City.

Western suburbs.

In the funeral home.

A middle-aged man in a suit is giving a lecture.

"Now that universities are expanding their enrollment every year, there are fresh graduates who can't find jobs everywhere."

"Those who can be picked to our Xijiao Funeral Home for an interview are considered lucky, and the opportunity is really rare."

"As long as you pass the internship and get officially admitted, you will earn 5,000 yuan a month, including food and accommodation, and five insurances and one fund, and I don't know how many people envy such opportunities."

"If you want to eat this bowl of rice, you must show your real skills. The first level is to pass tonight's assessment."

"There is only one content for the assessment - test the gallbladder, and you must stay in the morgue alone for one night."

The person who speaks is Wang Fugui.

He is the deputy manager of the funeral home, responsible for daily administrative management.

Standing at his head were seven or eight young men and women.

Most of them are around 20 years old.

The man is young and strong and vigorous.

The woman's plate is straight and smooth, and she is beautiful and charming.

These are all selected from Tuanshan City’s fresh graduates and local college students who are looking for jobs.

Before coming here, there is an interview.

Those with insufficient facial features and heights of less than 170 have been screened and they have never been able to take this step at all.

In Wang Fugui's previous words, "When we work in our industry, although the nature of the work is quite special, we also have to rely on the market for food. We grow too cold and are afraid of scaring customers."

Who is the customer?

He didn't say it clearly.

However, Zuo Xiaohan thought for a moment and vaguely guessed that the identity of the client was nothing more than the families of the deceased.

You must not be idle when you are alive, and you cannot scare others after you die.

That is disrespect for the dead.

"Come on, line up and draw lots in turn. When you draw a lottery number, it means that you will spend the night in the room tonight. If you are not brave enough, leave now, so you won't be embarrassed."

Without further ado, Wang Fugui waved his hand and took out a tray from the table next to him.

There were seven or eight small notes of paper on the tray.

There is a number written in each small note.

The quality of the lottery is directly related to the difficulty and chance of passing tonight's assessment.

After hearing this, the seven or eight men and women who were with Zuo Xiaohan couldn't help but secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and landed their eyes on the tray.

"Uncle Wang, my mother asked me to say hello to you on her behalf, and by the way, ask if you have time tonight, and go to my house for a simple meal after get off work."

In the crowd, a pretty girl about 18 years old took the lead and boldly sent a message to Wang Fugui.

The latter looked surprised.

He stared at the girl and looked at her again, patted her thigh thoughtfully, "You... aren't this the daughter of Accountant Wang's family in the District Civil Affairs Bureau? She is so old in the blink of an eye."

"Yes, uncle Wang, my name is Wang Peipei, and my mother's surname is."

The two of them asked and answered each other instantly made the people below feel cold.

Obviously, all seven or eight people in their group will not be admitted.

According to common sense, it would be good if 8 people could stay 4.

Now that I'm fine, another quota is missing in a blink of an eye.

The other people waiting for the assessment inexplicably felt a sense of resentment and their momentum was also slackened.

"Ahem..."

Wang Fugui calmly saw the expressions of the crowd and quickly comforted him, "Our assessment procedures have always been strict, fair and meticulous."

"I won't miss any potential graduate, nor will I let anyone who doesn't meet the standards fill in the numbers and sneak into our team casually."

"The three morgues are equipped with surveillance cameras. I will be on duty in the surveillance room tonight and watch your performance throughout the whole process. Come on, it's getting late, so let's settle this matter sooner."

Wang Fugui handed the pallet forward and signaled the young man in front of him to go forward and draw lots.

When it was Wang Peipei's turn, he shrank the tray back and whispered: "Pepei, don't draw lots first, Uncle Wang will help you with the final arrangement."

The conversation between the two was originally very small, but so many people were crowded in the same office, and the distance between people was not large, so the conversation was already heard by others.

No matter how much everyone complained, they could only pretend not to hear it. After all, relying on relationships is part of their strength.

Who told his parents not "Accountant Wang"?

"Hey! What number of sign are you?"

In a blink of an eye, everyone had finished drawing lots.

A girl standing next to Zuo Xiaohan suddenly leaned against him, quietly bumped her feet, and looked cleverly at the note in his hand.

"I'm signing No. 3!"

Zuo Xiaohan didn't intend to hide it from him, but it would be announced later anyway.

"Oh, I'm also signed No. 3. We're going to live in the same room tonight. My name is Chen Jiao. Please take care of me."

The girl said it very erotic, which made Zuo Xiaohan look at her, and her eyes slid slightly over the other person's slender body and slightly beautiful face.

Only then did I notice the little cunning and cleverness revealed in the other party's gaze as he looked over.

He didn't hate this behavior.

Is he willing to use the back door to rely on his relationship, but he is not allowed to form cliques in private?

Small people also have the wisdom of small people.

Soon, the draw ended.

"Come on, don't form cliques, don't whisper, give me the number you draw, and I'll help you arrange the room for the test tonight."

"Ahem... Please take two steps forward for the students who read the name."

"Zuo Xiaohan, Chen Jiao... Room 3!"

Wang Fugui's words fell, causing chaos for the rest of the crowd.

The boys in the crowd all threw a hint of envious look at Zuo Xiaohan.

The girls gathered together to whisper. After all, among the people who came to interview, Zuo Xiaohan and Chen Jiao were the most outstanding in appearance.

Zuo Xiaohan is 1.78 meters tall, with a uniform figure and a bit like an ordinary Hong Kong star.

Chen Jiao is about 1.68 meters tall, paired with 2 cm heels and a pair of white-washed jeans, making her legs look straight and tight, and her figure is slender and slender.

The two of them stand together and it’s no wonder that the others can’t help but think too much.

This time, the handsome man and beautiful woman came into a room and stayed in it for a night together. She didn't know what kind of wonderful story would happen.

Of course, it would be even better if the morgue was replaced with an ordinary hotel.

"Lin Xiaoming, Yang Shuang, Room 2."

"Yang Le, Hu Yi, Gao Feifei, Room 1... By the way, Wang Peipei, you can go to Room 1 with them."

The house allocation procedure is completed soon.

The expressions on everyone's faces were as exciting as the weather before it rained.

As we all know, the more people there are in the room, the more they can pass the assessment smoothly with each other's support and cheer each other.

What's more, with Wang Peipei, a relative, inside, it's like a conspicuous lighthouse standing in front of you, and you can't even do it without being eye-catching.

The other three people who were assigned to Room 1 were also smiling happily.
Chapter completed!