Chapter 97 Vice Principal and Illusionist

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A declining warrior who performs martial arts on the street came to apply for a physical education instructor.

Some are useless, but I would rather kill the wrong ones than let go.

There are bookkeepers who sneaked out of the factory they work for and come to apply for a math instructor.

Well, although bookkeepers have no idea about geometry, there will be no problem with addition and subtraction within at least 10. You can try to hire them first and then train them on the job.

These are still relatively normal. After all, in the advertisements of the newspaper, Ma Long offered very generous salaries to teachers of the orphanage schools that were about to be established, with a starting salary of at least 50 rands. Under normal circumstances, the salary will be adjusted every two years and the professional title will be upgraded for five years. Whether it is salary adjustment or professional title upgrade, it will inevitably be accompanied by salary increases... So it is acceptable for everyone to apply for a job.

However, other prospective teachers who were hired and stayed in the auditorium exposed on the spot that they had insulted the dignity and dignity of the illusionist in the municipal square last night and were scrambling around selling the famous alchemist "Molvo Divine Oil", and they didn't care that others accused of applying for the vice principal. No matter how you look at this, it was a bit weird?

"Mr. Pershing Hackett, are you sure the first job volunteer you want to apply for is the vice principal? The second job volunteer is the vice principal? The third job volunteer is the vice principal? The second job volunteer is the vice principal? "

Just like Malone asked, this weird wandering illusionist is called Pershing Hackett.

No different from all illusions. Pershing Hackett was wearing a illusionist robe with blue bottom and silver stars on the cuffs, which represented the illusionist's identity, and a rainbow-edged robe. Although this illusionist robe was old and torn at first glance, it looked like a beggar's outfit.

Not only was the clothes dirty and torn, Pershing Hackett, who looked in his early forties, had a mess of weeds and his chest-like beard, and there were some oil marks on his face of unknown origin.

The beggar's outfit, dirty face, and the three vice principals who filled in the job search book made Ma Long really unable to calm down.

Fortunately, Ma Long knew the idiom of judging the lost son Yu by his appearance, so when he asked, he was just a very ordinary statement, and his facial expressions did not show any negative emotions such as disgust.

"What, can't it be?" Although he was exposed just now, Pershing Hackett was still able to face Malone's scrutiny: "I have carefully read the advertisements in the newspaper, and there is no regulation on the above that you cannot fill in three identical job requirements. Although I originally planned to write one, I took the effort to write it twice more, considering that it was not attractive enough. (", watch the latest update of this book)"

Oh, in order to attract people, a job application was copied three times?

You beat Pershing Hackett, and you did indeed attract my attention.

Ma Long thought in his heart as if he was above, so he said frankly: "Mr. Pershing Hackett, then you need to know that the job of the vice principal is to maintain the normal teaching and life order of the whole school when the principal, that is, I am not there. According to the resume you fill in in your notes, you have not had any experience in any education-related work."

"I think three months are enough for me to turn myself into a qualified vice principal who can easily maintain the order of teaching and life in the whole school. I think it's easy to do these things with my ability!"

Before Ma Long finished speaking, Pershing Hackett answered confidently.

This answer made Ma Long unable to help but want to look at Pershing Hackett with some admiration. It should be that Ma Long did not disclose any content about the three-month school building plan in the advertisement published in the newspaper.

If Pershing Hackett didn't just talk nonsense but got the answer, then he would have such a little ability. To get such a conclusion from clues revealed in newspaper advertisements, it is obviously not possible to see the overall situation without a point of view through the phenomenon.

"Who said it would take three months? In three days, the orphanage school will officially open. Mr. Pershing Hackett, haven't you discovered that this auditorium is prepared for the opening ceremony?"

So Malone decided to test it out to see if this weird illusionist Pershing Hackett was talking nonsense or whether his intelligence analysis ability was rising.

"Impossible! You are lying! Waiting for this... Well, during the interview, I have already inspected around, and I haven't even seen a decent set of tables and chairs! And the information I got from passing children after asking them, there was no sign of school opening, so this novel and unique orphanage school is absolutely impossible to start in three days! I think the start schedule you set should be at least three months later, it's like preparing for a war - if you go on a battle before even the logistics problems are resolved, that's a joke!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ma Long said the deceitful words, the illusionist Pershing Hackett unceremoniously exposed Ma Long's lies.

Although he was exposed, Ma Long was not angry. He just continued to ask with a blank expression: "Mr. Pershing-Hatchett seems to have been in the army?"

Pershing Hackett glanced at Ma Long, who was staring at him in surprise, took a deep breath before speaking: "The Thirteenth Garrison of the Finico Division, the captain of the Strategic Feeding Illusionist Squad, was removed from the army for openly slandering the greed of superior officers and disobeying a very stupid order... That's it."

It can be seen that Pershing Hackett doesn't seem to want to talk about the details of what the order he disobeyed and why he fell from the capital to White Sand City.

Fortunately, Malone did not ask questions either. He nodded slightly and said that he knew, and then changed the topic again: "Mr. Pershing Hackett, now you need to explain the issue of selling counterfeit alchemy potion Morvoy divine oil."

There is no doubt that Malone has intentionally left Pershing Hackett, so this question is actually his last question, and this last question has nothing to do with anything else but morality.

If Pershing Hackett is a cheating guy, then no matter how outstanding the overall situation is, it is not suitable to be the vice principal of an orphanage school. Ma Long opened this school not to earn tuition, but to continuously cultivate real students who agree with his outlook on life and world.

This time, Pershing Hackett answered with practical actions. He put his right hand into the left sleeve of the magician robe and groped for a while, and then took out a small glass bottle containing purple and golden liquid.

Taking a step forward, he squatted the glass bottle in front of Malone. Pershing Hackett said in a very unhappy tone: "The guy who just questioned me is definitely a complete villain! I didn't realize that I was selling alchemy potions to ordinary people. What's the shame of being embarrassed about... Indeed, this bottle of Morvo divine oil is not imported from Morvo, but its effectiveness is basically no different from the real Morvo divine oil! If you don't believe it, you can try its effect at any time! Of course, with Malone, um, principal, you need to prepare a bed and at least one personal maid when trying, otherwise I will not be responsible for any accidents!"

Malone: ​​“…”

Damn it, I would like to give minors such suggestions to raise high h. It seems that the position of vice principal is still waiting to be filled!

"Mr. Pershing Hackett, I decided to... appoint you as Vice Principal! So, I will confiscate this bottle of despicable Morvoy oil. If you find that Mr. Pershing Hackett, as Vice Principal, have incompetent and bad children, this position of Vice Principal needs to be replaced again, do you understand?"

Ma Long said so with gritted teeth.

Just kidding, it’s rare to be talented. Although Pershing Hackett is not particular about his work, he is definitely still quite capable. How could Malone let it go easily?

Great, if you really fail in three months, just replace it!

"I understand, although I think this kind of thing will definitely not happen."

Pershing Hackett shrugged, and he could hardly find the excited expression on his face. He seemed to have believed from the beginning that he would definitely succeed in his job search.

Malone glanced at Pershing Hackett again and couldn't help but add a reminder: "After signing the contract, the financial staff will pay you the first advance salary later. Please ask Mr. Pershing Hackett to clean up his hair, beard and clothes, otherwise... it will hinder the school appearance."

"I don't need to be later, I can complete this kind of thing now."

Pershing Hackett waved his hand and then recited a difficult-mouthed spell. What appeared along with the difficult-mouthed spell was the colorful rainbow light that gradually enveloped him.

This scene surprised Ma Long. He subconsciously released a sense of murderous intent. After not sensing any murderous intent, he calmly continued to watch Pershing Hackett's performance.

Under Malone's gaze, Pershing Hackett ended his chanting of the difficult-to-mouthed spell after about ten breaths, and the colorful light that covered his whole body also quietly dissipated.

So, a vicissitudes uncle with not too long hair and a little unshaven beard appeared in Ma Long's eyes.

Involuntarily, Ma Long remembered "Brother Cialis".

"The dressing just now was just the effect of illusion. If you don't look at it, you will feel overwhelmed. How could anyone buy the Morvour magic oils I sold at a low price? Is it true that you love the genius? I guess Principal Ma Long, you, a genius boy, will definitely understand... Is there any problem with this now? If necessary, I can shaved my beard, take off this illusionist robe that I thought was very inconvenient to, and put on a more refreshing and fitting ordinary clothing."

There is no doubt that Pershing Hackett mastered the psychology of sales without any instruction.

So Ma Long began to feel a little strange, wondering that Pershing Hackett was obviously not unreasonable, and his emotional intelligence and IQ were above the standard, but how could he be driven out of the capital garrison?

This is really strange...
Chapter completed!