Zundu and fake toot?The target of the strategy has become dark again

After Wen Yao returned home, she turned on her computer and searched for "Vanke". When she pressed the Enter key, a lot of news reports popped up.

She found the company's official website from various posts and clicked on it.

The most eye-catching thing is the personnel recruitment at the top.

She clicked in directly, without looking at other departments, and turned to the game development department.

She searched patiently and found a position that matched her major.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Wen Yao submitted her resume.

It's a pity that she looked through the employee profiles several times and found no one named Tang Yi, from the cleaning staff to the CEO.

However, the director of the game development department is called Tang Lin, and he is the only one named Tang here.

It would be nice if there were photos.

There were only some text introductions on the official website, and Wen Yao couldn't tell whether this Tang Lin had any connection with the fragment.

For several days, Wen Yao did not receive any information or emails, and the resume she submitted seemed to have disappeared into the sea.

She thought she was being rejected.

And...she found that she began to forget the details of the game.

For example, she clearly remembered that there was a wind-up toy in the abandoned garage, but Wen Yao couldn't remember what shape it was.

So she began to record everything that happened in the game in her diary.

It also needs to be accompanied by illustrations drawn by herself, just in case one day she forgets even the appearance of the fragments.

Ordinary life continues until this weekend.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Wen Yao suddenly received an email from Vanke, informing her to go for an interview.

The wording of the email was very formal and the format was impeccable...but the time point of twelve o'clock in the middle of the night was still a little weird.

How can any company send messages to interns in the middle of the night?

If it's too late, just send it the next day.

But it sent an email directly at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, as if it was in a hurry.

As the saying goes, when something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

She had a hunch.

Maybe you can really meet fragments in Vanke.

—

"Sorry, Manager Chen, the conference room on the 17th floor is not open today. People from the President's Office have already requisitioned it."

"Requisitioned by the President's Office?" The middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes pushed up his glasses.

"Yes." The young lady at the administrative post responded with a polite smile.

"The president of Huaguo District went on a business trip to a neighboring country. Which district's president condescended to come to our province A again?"

"This... you don't even know, let alone a small administrator like me. We don't have the authority to interfere with the things the president does." Although the young lady looks like she is just a young lady, she has been an administrator for many years. , I feel comfortable playing Tai Chi.

Province A is just a newly emerging first-tier city, and it is incomparable with those experienced super first-tier provinces. Although the president's office is usually established, it is only a sinecure and only takes effect when the president or vice president of the China region inspects it at the end of the year.

Without a president, Manager Chen is the highest-ranking person in charge of Vanke in Province A.

But recently, the president of China Region came to Province A and stayed for several days. If it weren't for the pressing matters in neighboring countries, I'm afraid he would have continued to stay in Province A.

It's fine now, I don't know who else was airborne.

Nothing happened recently. There are only a few CEOs of Vanke, but they all rush to Province A...

It made the following people anxious every day.

The middle-aged man shook his head, turned around and walked back to his office.

—

And Wen Yao is now standing at the door of the conference room that was said to be "requisitioned".

She knocked on the door.

"Come in." She responded with a nice voice, like a voice actor.

But Wen Yao's first reaction was - this was not the sound of fragments.

Also, even if Fragment is really at Vanke, he is still engaged in game development. How can he organize personnel interviews?

No wonder the system kept saying in the past two days that she was so confused thinking about fragments.

Wen Yao put the pieces aside for the time being, collected her thoughts and prepared for the interview.

But even though she had made a lot of mental preparations, she was still a little surprised when she entered the conference room.This interviewer... is so handsome.

He is so handsome that he looks like a celebrity whose name Wen Yao cannot remember.

He's the type that Yu Xiaoman would go crazy and scream "husband" if he saw him.

But he is not a fragment.

It’s useless no matter how handsome you are.

"Hello, I'm Wen Yao here for an interview..."

After adjusting her breathing, the girl confidently walked into the room.

—

The interview was much easier than she thought.

The questions asked are routine and simple.

If there is anything unusual.

When she was about to leave, the interviewer stopped her and said her name.

"I am Tang Lin from the game development department. The interview results will be notified to you by email within five working days."

"Ok."

Wen Yao nodded politely.

But she felt in her heart that this person was a little strange.

How can anyone say their name at the end of an interview?

And... Wen Yao remembered clearly that Tang Lin was the director of the game development department.

A regional minister came to interview a marketing intern in person?

Don't be afraid that he will be weird, just be afraid that he won't be weird.

The weirder he becomes, the more confident Wen Yao is that the fragments are related to Wanke.

—

"Uncle, how are you recovering today?"

Tang Lin put the fruit basket aside, took out an apple from it, peeled it three times, then sat there and gnawed it.

"You know I don't like apples." The man lying on the hospital bed held a book in his hand.

He was not wearing a hospital gown, only plain home clothes. The layout of the hospital was not like a hospital at all, but like a high-end apartment.

After all...this is his private hospital.

"Yeah, so I'm eating it myself, right? I love apples." Tang Lin winked at his always serious uncle.

Others are afraid of him, but he is not.

"You brat." Tang Yi put down the book and knocked Tang Lin on the head.

In fact, Tang Yi is only four years older than Tang Lin.

Tang Yi is young, but he has seniority. Tang Lin is a child of his cousin's family, and he has been called uncle since he was a child.

"Learned from you." Tang Lin showed his standard big white teeth.

But then he saw clearly the book Tang Yi was holding - the history of University A.

University A is the only key university in Province A, but it is not even ranked nationally, let alone globally.

His uncle, who only reads top financial newspapers, suddenly read the history of University A...

Tang Lin thought of the girl he interviewed during the day.

She is the big A.

"If you care so much, why don't you go and see for yourself? I finished the interview today. She is indeed pretty good, but she looks too small. I thought she was a high school student."

"Don't arrange people behind your back." Tang Yi knocked Tang Lin on the head again.

"Just give it a few days. The nerves in my legs haven't fully recovered yet. I don't want to use a wheelchair to see her."

The man looked out the window.

The midday light beam shone on his face, making it hazy and incredibly beautiful.

Tang Lin sighed: "Uncle, with your face, girls like you even if you are carrying a stretcher, let alone sitting in a wheelchair."