"Goodbye sister..."

In front of the gate of Hong'an Xiuxian Kindergarten in Guangfu County, before he could feel the holiday, the holiday ended, his child Wang Tianci cried and waved his hand reluctantly with his sister.

Wang Shuyue endured the gloating smile and seriously told him to listen to the teacher's words carefully.

The two brothers were reluctant to part at the school gate, looking at each other, looking like they were separated from each other. The teacher couldn't help rolling his eyes and closed the kindergarten gate with a "bang".

Wang Shuyue let out a long sigh, twisted her neck with a refreshing spirit, and came to City G to the ground floor of her company's new office building.

As soon as I got here, I looked up and saw an elder of the sect in the air across the road, directing a group of disciples to repair the bald building.

The elder had a long face, and the words "forced" were written on his face.

Wang Shuyue remembered that the building was just built not long ago. It was a self-built building of a top financial company in China. It has a unique shape and a floor height far exceeding the surrounding buildings. It is like a landmark in the commercial area.

Before she returned home, the building was pretty good, why did she become bald today?

There were many spectators gathered under the building, and it was obviously not the first time I saw this kind of thing.

This was the first time Wang Shuyue had seen him in seclusion for two months. He was curious and poked the cleaning lady beside her who was eating melon seeds while watching the show:

“What’s going on?”

The aunt looked back at her and said carelessly: "Repair the house."

Of course, Wang Shuyue knew that they were building a house, but what she wanted to know was why they wanted to build a house here.

"That's a disciple of the Beast Control Sect? Have you changed your career to build a building?" Wang Shuyue murmured in confusion.

When the cleaning lady heard her ignorant speech, she gave her a look of contempt, spit out the melon seeds in her mouth and explained:

"What's the change of career? This is because he was fined by the Administration and forced to repair it."

"Ah? What's the situation!" Wang Shuyue immediately showed an exaggerated look of surprise.

The cleaning lady saw that there was a fish that was missing from the net that didn't know the situation, and she suddenly felt excited. She was so chewy that the melon seeds in her mouth that she could speak quickly.

"Little girl, don't you know. This immortal cultivator is also obsessed with stock trading. In our stock market, leeks have been cut one after another. When did you see the leeks win-win agency?"

"That doesn't exist at all!"

"But the people who just came here don't know. I just invested it all, and I heard that all my belongings for more than a thousand years have been compensated."

"This is a big shot in the Nascent Soul stage. Those bad-hearted institutions didn't check it out, so they cut people as leeks. When people get angry, they will flatten their entire building. If the management bureau hadn't come quickly, this building would have been more than just bald."

Speaking of this, the cleaning lady shook her head with her eyes full of sympathy for the Nascent Soul boss.

Now that the money is not refunded, she also compensates for medical and repair costs. She feels pitiful to the elder of the Beast Sect.

Wang Shuyue never expected that the cultivator could not escape the life of being regarded as a leek. Somehow, she remembered the thousands of dollars she lost to the stock market before when she practiced her skills, and she felt a delicate balance in her heart.

However, retail investors are not necessarily all leeks. In the Huaguo stock market, only those who blindly enter the market and have unstable mentality will become leeks.

"So don't touch things you don't understand." Wang Shuyue sighed softly.

The cleaning lady deeply agrees.

After taking another look at the bitter face of the elder of the Beast Control Sect, Wang Shuyue shook her head and entered the company.

She had an interview today, interviewing a safety administrator, commonly known as a bodyguard.

Otherwise, everyone is so irritable now that one day, her pharmacy will be overturned. She feels that it is necessary for her company to strengthen its safety protection.

It's nine o'clock in the morning now, and the interview time was about 9:30. Wang Shuyue walked slowly to the office, thinking that he had come so early, so he probably had to wait for a while.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the door, the little secretary ran over and told her, "Mr. Wang, the interviewer has arrived, so I arranged him to wait in the tea room."

As he said that, he whispered with lingering fear: "He is a strong man in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, a man of gender, from Jiuzhou."

Wang Shuyue glanced at the tea room in surprise. The person inside suddenly appeared at the door of the tea room at some point. When he saw her looking, he nodded to her gently. The middle-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse had a strange attitude.

Wang Shuyue had never seen such a polite monk in Jiuzhou, and was quite surprised.

However, his clothes were also strange. His hair was cut into short buzz cuts, and his body was wearing a gray slanted robe with a short cuff, and his cuffs were grinded into strips.

The lower body is full of wide trousers, the legs are also stripped, and the feet are wearing a pair of copycat Nike sneakers, a smartphone hangs around the neck, and a long sword behind the back. The modern and ancient ones are intertwined, and there is inexplicably a sense of incongruity.

After returning to the other party, Wang Shuyue walked into the office and asked the secretary to bring the person over.

Since it has arrived early, then interview in advance.

When Wang Shuyue saw this person again, she finally felt that he was strange.

poverty!

This is the poorest Nascent Soul monk she has ever seen!

After all, it was a senior strong man. Wang Shuyue stood up and signaled him to sit down and say.

"I am Wang Shuyue, the president of Shuhe Company. What do you call me? If you have a resume, you can show it to me." Wang Shuyue said with a smile.

The other party nodded, sat down at her desk calmly, took out a paper resume and handed it over.

When Wang Shuyue took it, she saw that it was a template drawn from the printing shop.

It says:

Name: Shi Xiaowu (Sanren from Qingcheng)

Gender: Male

Age: 985 years old

Cultivation level: Middle stage of Nascent Soul

Specialties: swordsmanship, formation

The rest of the sects, positions, hobbies, etc. are all blank.

Wang Shuyue looked up at her, probably thinking that her cultivation level was too low and she could not bear the pressure she released. He actually restrained his breath, and Wang Shuyue looked at him with no pressure at all.

Shi Xiaowu is very young and has a straight facial features. Although there is nothing prominent, he looks particularly pleasing.

On his face, you can't tell that he is a person nearly a thousand years old, but it is not surprising that cultivators are generally young.

What surprised Wang Shuyue slightly was his eyes, the curious gaze full of exploration for the unknown, looked like a college student who had just left society.

Combining his resume and this humble attitude, Wang Shuyue asked tentatively: "Are you a casual cultivator?"

Shi Xiaowu nodded and then said: "The recruitment information of your company does not say that the casual cultivator cannot participate, so I came here."

Wang Shuyue couldn't help but look at him again. The identity of a casual cultivator seemed to be a fatal flaw in his eyes, making him sensitive and have to treat him with caution.
Chapter completed!