Chapter 618 Judging People by Their Appearance

The footsteps of the visitor were loud and "tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap."

Yuanzhou opened the partition at the counter and walked out, preparing for the interview.

The young man in front of him was wearing a dark green casual cotton-padded jacket, a pair of black cargo pants with multiple pockets, and his white shoes were somewhat dusty.

Some young stubble sprouted on his face, and his hair covered his ears, looking a little greasy.

"You are recruiting people here, right?" When the young man spoke, he habitually scratched his head with his hand.

"We are looking for a temporary worker for one day." Yuan Zhou nodded, with the usual serious look on his face.

"It's just a good day, do you need to see your resume?" The young man asked Yuan Zhou with a happy face.

"Yes, working hours start in the early morning." Yuan Zhou nodded, and then said the working hours seriously.

"Okay, wait for me." The young man nodded and rummaged through the backpack behind him.

A sound of "rustling" sounded, and after a while the young man took out a document bag.

During this period, Yuanzhou just watched this man looking for something quietly.

The young man looked up at Yuan Zhou, and then said, "Wait, it will be taken out soon."

Yuanzhou did not answer.

Then, Yuan Zhou just watched the young man pull out an A4-sized resume from his document bag and handed it over.

Yuan Zhou, who had good eyesight, could see that there were many resumes in the document bag.

Just like the one in front of me, it was all copied, even the name.

Yuanzhou didn't say much and took it directly, but he had no intention of looking at it.

"I'm sorry, you don't meet my requirements, so go ahead." After Yuan Zhou finished speaking, he handed over his resume.

The young man frowned, glanced at Yuan Zhou, and then said, "Why? You didn't even look at my resume, why did you say that?"

"Your dress, appearance, and even behavior do not meet my requirements. Walk slowly." Yuan Zhou said this very naturally and directly.

"You! How can you judge a book by its cover?

"The young man had obvious embarrassment on his face.

This time Yuanzhou ignored him and just waited for people to leave.

Such an indifferent attitude made the young man feel even more offended, and he strode away angrily.

"Humph, you invited someone in the middle of the night, it's weird that someone came." The young man muttered angrily.

However, Yuanzhou was unmoved.

"Hey, I didn't expect that our boss Yuan is also a face judge and a member of the Appearance Association." Jiang Changxi, who was changing the process at the side, was startled by the angry voice of the young man.

"I am dressed casually, my beard is not shaved, my hair has not been washed for three days and is greasy, my shoes have not been wiped for at least five days, and I have not prepared my resume in advance. I am indeed a boss who judges people by their appearance." Yuan Zhou frowned and said straightforwardly.

Yuan Zhou's voice was loud. The young man who had just walked out of the door looked a little embarrassed and quickly left.

"If you say so, then I am also a person who judges people by their appearance." Jiang Changxi shrugged and looked at Yuan Zhou seriously.

Yuan Zhou nodded but said nothing.

From Yuan Zhou's point of view, the interview was a two-way street, so when the young man came in, he walked out quickly, standing up straight, and naturally spotless.

However, the man who came in was unkempt, and his resume was taken out of the document bag at will.

Therefore, Yuanzhou rejected his interview without looking at his resume. There is no contradiction in judging people by their appearance and disrespecting them. As the interviewer, Yuan Zhou dressed very formally.

In a sense, Yuan Zhou is very stubborn.

Just when Jiang Changxi was about to speak again, someone else came in. Yuan Zhou made a pause gesture and turned his eyes to the person.

This time Yuanzhou was a little surprised because the person coming was an old man.

An old man with white hair and chicken skin, wearing a snow-white suit and a black coat, with a slightly hunched back.

The old man looked at the store, then looked at Yuan Zhou carefully, and then said, "What kind of store is this?"

"Hello, this is Yuan Zhou's shop, a small restaurant." Yuan Zhou was polite and serious.

"Oh? Restaurant? It changed so quickly. Isn't it another store?" The old man took two steps inside and looked again.

"Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded directly without saying much.

"How long have you been running a shop, young man?" the old man asked, standing in front of Yuan Zhou.

"It's almost a year." Yuan Zhou answered patiently.

"Then what does the store in front of you do?" the old man asked again.

"There's a noodle shop in front of you. It's a noodle shop." Yuan Zhou was very serious when he said this.

"No, no, how could it be a noodle shop? No." The old man shook his head with disbelief.

"It's a noodle shop. It was a noodle shop a long time ago." Yuan Zhou said this with certainty. After all, that noodle shop was opened by his father.

"What about the past of the noodle shop?" The old man thought for a while and asked again.

"I don't know about this." Yuan Zhou shook his head. It has been a noodle shop for as long as he can remember.

"That's it." The old man seemed a little disappointed, turned around and went out again.

Yuan Zhou didn't pay much attention to the old man who came to inquire. After all, sometimes it was inevitable that he would encounter people like this who were looking for something.

Just like asking for directions.

As soon as the old man left, Jiang Changxi said, "When are you going to send out invitations?"

"It starts tonight." Yuan Zhou said the time he had planned for a long time.

Yuanzhou confirmed the time for sending the invitations, but Wu Hai had no time to pay attention to this.

Because he received a call from Zheng Jiawei, asking him to fulfill his promise in Japan.

That is something that I will definitely participate in the next event.

Of course Wu Hai refused and directly said to Zheng Jiawei, "Just take it as what I said, I won't go."

After saying that, Wu Hai hung up the phone directly.

"I wonder when I have ever fulfilled what I said." Wu Hai lay on the sofa triumphantly.

Looking at the phone, Wu Hai thought proudly that Zheng Jiawei must have given up. After all, he thought Zheng Jiawei should be used to it, so he didn't call again.

Wu Hai's recent habit is to catch up on sleep in the afternoon and paint in the evening. No, he hangs up the phone, mutes the phone, and goes to sleep directly.

Before Wu Hai could wake up from his biological clock, he was woken up by the loud sound of the door.

As soon as he opened his eyes, before he could speak, he was dragged directly to his feet.

"Wulin! Is my door broken again?" Wu Hai said speechlessly.

"Of course, it goes without saying, come with me quickly, you promised Jiawei." Wu Lin dragged the person out the door.

Wu Lin was still wearing clothes that were convenient for sports, and she didn't care that Wu Hai was wearing pajamas and no coat.

Zheng Jiawei was responsible for opening the door and then closing it.

A somewhat confused Wu Hai was dragged to the first floor before struggling.

"No, when did I say I was going? Just let Zheng Jiawei go by himself." Wu Hai broke away from Wu Lin's hand.

"Are you sure you don't want to go? Are you sure you want to break your promise and get fat?" Wu Lin narrowed her sharp almond-shaped eyes and looked at Wu Hai.

"Of course not!" Wu Hai shook his head and prepared to head towards Yuanzhou's shop. At this time, Yuanzhou's dinner time was about to begin.

"Jiawei, open it." Wu Lin ignored Wu Hai who had taken a few steps, but said to Zheng Jiawei who was standing aside.

"Yeah." Zheng Jiawei nodded, and then opened the trunk of the silver SUV a few steps ahead of Wu Hai.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Lin pulled Wu Hai's arm, threw him over the shoulder with precision, and threw him into the trunk.

The movements of Wu Lin and Zheng Jiawei directly reflect the meaning of fast, ruthless and accurate.

Then he closed the trunk, got in the car, and drove off Taoxi Road quickly in one go.

Wu Hai, on the other hand, remained as if he had been thrown over his shoulder, dumbfounded and frozen there...

ps: Wu Lin is mighty ~ I hope Caimao can also master the unique skill of shoulder throwing as soon as possible ~