Translator: Cinder Translations
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Everyone's gaze passed over him and moved to the next person.
This was an elderly man, his hair and beard completely white, looking to be around 70, but fortunately, his spirits were high, and he exuded a dignified presence as he sat there.
"Pei Qian," the elderly man slightly nodded, "Professor at the Academy of Fine Arts, specializing in Chinese painting."
The elderly man had an extraordinary air about him, his speech concise and forceful.
The next person was the "chicken nest head" fat guy. He grabbed his disheveled hair and, feeling somewhat awkward, said: "My name is Ben Fu, I'm a programmer, you know, a coder. I'm 28 this year, but I started early, been doing this for almost 10 years."
After saying this, he lowered his head and added in a soft voice: "Apart from my profession, I don't really have any other specialties."
He knew very well that in this era, his skills were probably of little use.
At that moment, Jiang Cheng lazily sat up, stared at the fat guy, and suddenly spoke: "You're lying! I've never seen an old programmer who isn't bald!"
He pointed at Ben Fu's "chicken nest" head and said, "How come your hair is so thick?"
Ben Fu jumped in shock and quickly pulled off his wig, holding it up to show everyone, "This is fake. I was in my third year in the industry when I..."
Everyone looked at Ben Fu's "Mediterranean" hairline and finally relaxed.
Next were the plain woman and the seductive woman.
The plain woman was a typical housewife named Li Lu. According to her, she had a husband who worked as a government employee, out early and home late, and a 3-year-old daughter.
She usually stayed home to take care of her daughter, clean the house, cook, and occasionally took care of plants and flowers. Like the fat guy, she was good at housework, but nothing else stood out.
The seductive woman gave a simple self-introduction. Her name was Yu Man, and she openly stated that she worked the nightlife. After that, she slightly pursed her sexy lips and, with a breathy voice, said: "Nightlife."
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but shudder.
However, the man who introduced himself as Zhou Rong's eyes grew dim.
A pastor, a painter, a programmer, a housewife, a night worker... At least for now, none of them seemed useful.
What he needed were people with specialized skills—like criminologists, surveyors, actuaries, or people like himself, meticulous and skilled at analysis and summarizing.
What are all these people?
He put his hope in the last two people.
No, to be more precise, his hope was pinned on the last man.
Gradually, Zhou Rong's gaze became more intense. As the youngest ever vice president of Qiancheng International Group, his success was built on his accurate analytical ability and forward-looking insight.
This allowed him to dominate in the investment industry, with few rivals.
He was certain that this man before him was extraordinary.
Jiang Cheng was sitting calmly, exuding an extraordinary aura. Zhou Rong began profiling him using his professional skills and insights.
The man before him appeared to be in his early 20s, good-looking, but with ordinary taste in clothes, not someone who looked like an heir to a prestigious family.
His movements were large and purposeful, with no unnecessary gestures like rubbing his chin or scratching his head, indicating strong psychological resilience. Being in this nightmare would not make him nervous.
The most striking thing about Jiang Cheng was his eyes—seven parts proud and three parts indifferent. Combined with his completely unconcerned attitude, it showed he had no regard for anyone present, including himself.
What kind of person is this?
Zhou Rong's curiosity about him reached its peak.
He had a feeling this person would be the key to cracking the task.
All of this was just a fleeting thought. Zhou Rong quickly calmed himself and turned his attention to the next woman.
Chen Xiaomeng glanced expressionlessly at a book on the windowsill.
The book was very old and covered in dust. It was a traditional stitched book, and its cover was heavily worn, making it hard to read the title, except for two words in the middle: "Sculptor" and "Hero."
Chen Xiaomeng smiled faintly and understood. She looked up and said, "You can call me Xiao Longnu. I'm a law school student and currently interning at a law firm."
Xiao Longnu.
Though everyone was puzzled, no one made a big deal out of the casual name.
Zhou Rong, even more so, saw names as mere labels and focused more on the value of the person themselves.
Law school student, lawyer... that sounded promising.
His gaze shifted to the last person.
Not just him, but everyone's gaze was on this man.
Jiang Cheng slowly straightened his body and sat upright, unconsciously emanating an aura that caught people's attention.
This made Zhou Rong even more certain of his previous judgment.
The woman, who was calling herself Xiao Longnu, suddenly felt a subtle gaze sweep across her face. By the time she looked back, Jiang Cheng had already shifted his gaze.
An inexplicable sense of fear rose in her heart, as though something big was about to happen.
"Hello, everyone," Jiang Cheng said. "I'm Xiao Longnu's good friend, my name is Yin Zhiping."
As soon as he said this, the room fell silent.
Chen Xiaomeng's expression changed from confusion to shock, and then to anger, her lips turning pale.
She trembled in anger, standing up abruptly, "Stop talking nonsense!"
Zhou Rong, uninterested in their relationship, was more concerned with Jiang Cheng's value. Seeing the situation about to spiral out of control, he quickly stood up.
After confirming his thoughts, he quickly asked Jiang Cheng: "Mr. Yin, what do you do?"
"I'm a model," Jiang Cheng proudly said. "I work the night shift at a KTV, but I'm not like her." He pointed vaguely at Yu Man and muttered, "I'm in the high-end group, you know? I don't work without an appointment. It's extremely hard for ordinary customers to meet me."
Zhou Rong: "???"
Everyone: "???"
Yu Man: "..."
Chen Xiaomeng: "This guy's brain is broken, don't believe anything he says! I don't even know him!"
Just as Jiang Cheng was preparing to defend himself and prove that he truly was a high-end model, a commotion outside the door interrupted.
The noise started off soft but soon escalated, accompanied by a woman crying and the sounds of chairs and tables colliding, making it sound very pitiful.
Everyone in the room was successfully distracted.
Zhou Rong stepped forward, lifted the curtain, and saw a middle-aged woman in her 40s crying at the door of the inn. A dark-skinned man was shoving her outside with a bad attitude, clearly impatient.
"I've told you so many times, if I didn't see it, then I didn't see it!"
The dark-skinned man, wearing a dirty apron, was pushing the woman while threatening, "If I see you sneaking in again, I'll break your legs!"
The woman refused to leave and kept trying to barge in. The man, angered, instinctively grabbed a large wooden stick leaning against the door.
(End of the Chapter)
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