The next morning, Chen Feng got up early and took a taxi to Lin's Jewelry Company as per the address on the back of the envelope.
Lin's Jewelry Company was located on the twenty-sixth floor of Fenglei Building in the city center—all of that floor was the office area of Lin's Jewelry.
Fenglei Building, known as a high-end office building throughout LH city and situated in the busiest part of the city center, commanded terrifyingly high rent.
Ordinary small companies wouldn't dare to rent office space there, as their monthly profits might not even be enough to cover the rent.
Only medium to large enterprises dared to rent an office space for their own companies there.
The fact that Lin's Jewelry Company could rent the entire twenty-sixth floor showed their substantial economic strength.
After entering Fenglei Building, Chen Feng went straight to the elevator to head up to the twenty-sixth floor.
However, when the elevator doors opened again, the scene before him left him completely stunned.
At the entrance of Lin's Jewelry Company, there was already a long line of people.
These individuals varied in their attire—some wore Taekwondo uniforms, some were in camouflage military outfits, and others turned up with boxing gloves.
In short, there was a variety of colourful figures.
However, they all had one thing in common: they all had very sturdy and muscular builds, each significantly more so than Chen Feng.
These differently dressed strongmen were queued up in a long line, stretching from the company reception to the elevator doors—it looked as though they were there for a job interview.
Upon seeing this, Chen Feng felt the illusion that he'd gone to the wrong floor.
After all, Lin's Jewelry Company was a jewelry business, and if they were hiring, they would likely be looking for elite talent.
Why would they be recruiting a bunch of simple-minded, physically imposing strongmen?
With so many brawny men gathered in one place, along with their various martial arts uniforms, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it resembled a Martial Arts conference.
Chen Feng quickly turned back to carefully check the floor indicator next to the elevator and indeed it displayed the twenty-sixth floor.
This made him incredibly perplexed.
This was definitely the twenty-sixth floor, surely the premises of Lin's Jewelry Company, but what was the deal with these strongmen?
Could they actually be here for a job interview?
As Chen Feng pondered, a young man dressed in a security guard uniform and holding a rubber stick jogged up to him.
The guard gave Chen Feng a quick once-over and then, with a haughty look, asked, "Hey, are you here for the job interview too?"
Chen Feng, hearing this, shook his head and explained, "I'm not here for an interview. I'd like to see Director Lin. Can you tell me where he is?"
The security guard glanced at Chen Feng and said coldly, "See Director Lin for what? You trying to get in through the back door? Kid, let me tell you, don't even dream about it. Director Lin can't stand dishonesty the most. You better not try anything crooked. Just line up neatly. Soon, Director Lin and Miss Lin will personally interview you all!"
Finishing his words, the guard didn't give Chen Feng a chance to speak further and simply turned and left.
Chen Feng watched the guard's retreating figure and frowned.
It seemed his hope that the guard would lead him to Director Lin wasn't going to happen.
However, from the guard's words just now, it appeared that among today's interviewers for these strongmen, Director Lin would be included.
Then, wouldn't that mean if he mixed in with these people, he would get to see Director Lin shortly?
Whatever the method, as long as he could meet Director Lin and deliver the letter, his mission would be considered successfully accomplished, and he could then return to the Dragon Group.
With that thought, Chen Feng no longer hesitated and walked forward to line up at the end of the queue…
After a short while, the inexplicable interview officially began.
Outside the interview room, along the corridor, Chen Feng and the strongmen maintained a tidy formation, waiting in line orderly.
The strongmen had serious and earnest expressions on their faces, yet Chen Feng could still make out a touch of nervousness in their eyes.
Almost everyone seemed to feel this way, except for Chen Feng, of course, since he wasn't actually here for the interview. After delivering the letter, he would leave right away; naturally, he was free from any psychological pressure.
"Hey, brother, today we've got to perform well. We have to pass the assessment. If we can become Miss Lin's personal bodyguards, we'll be set for life! No more killing ourselves teaching people how to punch for a living," said a burly boxer standing in front of Chen Feng to a man in a Taekwondo uniform, laughing.
"That's right. Plus, once we become Miss Lin's personal bodyguards, we'll be in close contact with her every day. Who knows, maybe after some time, we could even win Miss Lin's heart. Then, becoming a son-in-law for the Lin Family would mean we've really made it!" The Taekwondo man nodded and spoke with a longing expression.
These two stood right in front of Chen Feng, so naturally, their conversation also reached his ears.
Chen Feng furrowed his brows, thinking to himself, "Are all these people here to apply for the personal bodyguard position?"
Well, no wonder they're all so bulky and burly, with Taekwondo and boxing skills. It all makes sense now.
With this realization, Chen Feng's confusion dissipated like smoke in the air.
As for that personal bodyguard position, he was utterly uninterested; his true goal was to complete his mission and return to the Dragon Group!
Chen Feng and these muscular experts waited in the hallway for a short while before a voice from the interview room summoned the first in line—a tall man dressed in a judo uniform.
This judoka, a black belt, would already be considered a strong expert among ordinary people.
However, moments after he entered the interview room, it hadn't even been two minutes before he came back out, his nose swollen and his face bruised.
The difference was stark between his current pitiful state, especially with the two black eyes on his face, and the confident, chest-out, striding figure that had entered the room.
Those waiting outside couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight.
Even Chen Feng couldn't suppress a smile at the sight of those comically pathetic panda eyes.
The judoka, listening to the mocking laughter of the crowd, glanced back at them fiercely and said resentfully, "Go ahead and laugh, but you'll all be crying once it's your turn. I'll be right here waiting to see each and every one of you cry!"
With that, the judoka leaned against the wall and sat down on a chair in the hallway, fuming.
However, the crowd paid no mind to the judoka's words, scoffed at him, and promptly redirected their attention back to the interviews.
Soon, the second strongman was called in.
He was a former soldier, tall and not weak by any measure.
But like the one before him, he came out less than two minutes later, his face covered in injuries.
Then it was the third, the fourth, the fifth... up to the twentieth strongman who went in for the interview, and the result was the same for all: they all emerged with bruised faces, failing miserably.
It was particularly telling that the person who'd lasted the longest in that room had only managed three minutes.
This grim reality weighed heavily on the expressions of those still waiting for their interview, and no one was laughing now.
It had become clear to even the dimmest among them that the bodyguard assessment was extremely challenging.
Quickly, all the strongmen before Chen Feng had completed their interviews, all ending in failure.
Despite their discontent, they didn't leave after failing, opting instead to stay and watch others fail and mock them to soothe their bruised egos.
Now it was just Chen Feng left, so the attention of the unsuccessful candidates naturally shifted to him.
"This kid, where did he pop up from? He's got no height, no muscle, and he's so scrawny; does he really think he has a shot at being a bodyguard? He's just asking for a beating!" one of the defeated boxers said scornfully after sizing Chen Feng up from head to toe.
"That's right, this kid's just cannon fodder. I bet he won't last even a minute in there!" a Taekwondo practitioner added mockingly.
"A minute? Aren't you overestimating him? I bet he won't last thirty seconds!" a judo expert chimed in.
"Haha, I feel like he's going to get instantly KO'd the moment he steps in!" a karate expert laughed and joined the mockery.
The rest of the failed candidates seemed to share the sentiment, sneering and taunting Chen Feng with their words.
Chen Feng, however, chose to ignore these mocking remarks.
He was here on a mission today and did not feel like bothering with these simple-minded, brawny fellows.
"Next candidate, please come in quickly!"
Hearing this, Chen Feng didn't hesitate and walked towards the interview room.
Just as Chen Feng was about to push the door and enter, the previously eliminated soldier came quickly up to him, grabbed his arm, and earnestly advised, "Young man, the assessment inside isn't something you can handle. I suggest you give up now."
Chen Feng knew the soldier meant well. He smiled gently and replied, "Thanks for your concern, but I have to go in today. Don't worry, I will come out unscathed."
After saying this, Chen Feng shook off the soldier's hand, pushed the door open, and entered the interview room.
The soldier watched Chen Feng's retreating back, sighing to himself, thinking that another was about to get hurt.
The rest of the muscular experts, however, were even more scornful of Chen Feng's arrogant parting words.
They were ready to revel in the sight of Chen Feng emerging with a bruised face and in utter disarray from the interview room.
The pleasure of watching Chen Feng slap his own face would undoubtedly be... quite exhilarating.