At the start, I tricked the school beauty, and ended up with twins?

"What's up?"

Pu Tongren was grinning as he eyed the long, black-stockinged legs of the sales lady being interviewed by Gu Yu across from him... when he suddenly noticed Wei Ming's gaze and turned his head in confusion.

He glanced at Wei Ming's questionnaire and realized the pen hadn't touched paper yet.

"Just write whatever comes to mind on this form, be casual about it."

Thinking Wei Ming didn't know the rules for answering questions, Pu casually tossed out this advice and then went back to ogling the ladies' long legs.

"Is it really a choice...?"

With an incredulous look at Pu Tongren, Wei Ming glanced at the questions on the paper and struggled to swallow.

Giving your boss a smack for assigning inappropriate work, answering the manager's request for overtime with a big fat no, cursing out the team leader for baseless criticism, dropping the work and walking out...

These were actions most employees probably fantasized about.

But this was a job interview—weren't such answers just like signing your own death warrant?
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Who would dare say such things in front of an interviewer!

If you filled this out honestly, forget about the second or third round of interviews—you wouldn't get past the first!

No company in the country would want an employee so insubordinate and unmanageable, would they?

Unless the interviewer had lost their mind.

Wei Ming's heart was filled with trepidation. He felt this was a trap, a deliberate ploy. Reason told him these were options he could not choose.

But then he remembered what Dong Liushui had told him when they exchanged interview experiences—that you should show your truest self, and all answers should come from the heart... be a bit more open.

According to Dong Laishui, didn't that mean he should follow his heart on these questions, tick off every outrageous answer?

Could he really do that?

Wei Ming agonized for a while, noticing others briskly filling out their forms. He sneakily peeked at the answer sheet of a guy next to him.

The guy seemed to have chosen all the fawning answers, quite genuinely (spineless).

Wei Ming knew others' choices didn't mean much for his own, he glanced at Pu Tongren who was still unabashedly staring at the beauty and then looked up at the grand entrance of Ideal Paradise.

With a clench of his teeth, he finally decided to tick every single thing that he truly felt inside.

At the very end of the questionnaire, there were three short-answer questions.

The first one was, what employee benefits do you wish for?

The second, what do you think makes a good boss?

The third, are you familiar with labor laws? If not, would you accept a week-long training on it?

Ridiculous, all of it just ridiculous. Especially that question about labor laws... Did this look like a serious interview question?

But since Wei Ming had already bitten the bullet with the previous questions, there was no way he'd be timid with the short-answer ones.

The first question was about benefits. The standard response would be to say that you accept any benefits the company provides, trusting the company to treat every new employee well.

That's the textbook answer.

Yet Wei Ming chose to go hard. Since he had boldly faced the earlier questions, there was no need to shrink back for these last three.

He wrote down everything he thought of—serious illness subsidies, travel allowances, even high-temperature subsidies and pensions—stuffing the page with every desirable benefit he could conceive of.

After writing over a hundred words, Wei Ming felt a rush of relief. Although all these benefits sounded like a fantasy, putting them down on paper was still incredibly satisfying.

He had already relaxed. Even if he didn't pass the interview, he'd consider it an opportunity to vent some negative emotions.

After finishing the first question, he promptly started on the second.

A good boss, do I even need to think about it? No pie in the sky promises, no empty talk, proper welfare distribution, and not forcing employees to do things they're unwilling to do.

There are so many definitions of 'good', but in short, a boss who genuinely considers their employees and can lead everyone to move forward together is assuredly a good boss.

I could have simply copied those multiple-choice questions from before.

However, this time, Wei Ming didn't just write down his fantasies; he included some more realistic aspects, such as a boss needing to make their own decisions and not following employee opinions too closely.

After all, having a boss with good character might make the employees comfortable for the moment, but if they're nice without reason, who knows when the company might just shut down.

Wei Ming worked in sales and knew how vital motivation was to a salesperson.

If people could get motivation without doing anything, many would become lazy and wouldn't work diligently, and naturally, the company wouldn't be able to develop well.

After finishing the second question, Wei Ming grabbed the complimentary bottle of mineral water next to him, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and fixed his gaze on the third question.

Labor Law, he hadn't memorized it to such an outrageous extent, but he knew some parts, as it related to his interests. He had been pondering quitting, after all, and these things might be useful at any given time.

But what he never imagined was that Ideal Paradise seemed to place a high value on Labor Law!

They even had a week-long Labor Law training session. That was preposterous; was this meant to equip employees with the weapons to go against the company?

Wei Ming thought for a moment and on this question, he only wrote one sentence, "I will accept the company's training."

With that, he had finished answering all the questions.

The candidate who had been interacting from the heart next to him had also finished his answers early, and casting a sidelong glance at Wei Ming's answer sheet, an admiring expression couldn't help but surface on his face.

Wei Ming's answers were truly too bold.

He could almost see the interviewers of Ideal Paradise sending Wei Ming flying out later.

He looked at his own answer sheet again, which was just perfect, brown-nosing to the extreme. No interviewer or boss would dislike such responses.

It was only missing the line, "It's my blessing to buy cars and houses for the boss."

"All done?"

Pu Tongren noticed that Wei Ming, who had been sitting still in the corner of his eye, had stopped moving, turned his head, and then picked up the interview sheet in front of Wei Ming.

Seeing the ordinary-named interviewer looking over his questionnaire, the previously bold Wei Ming's expression suddenly tightened; he was still a bit nervous.

He was genuinely concerned about being kicked out by the interviewer in front of him later.

"Hmm..."

"This answer..."

Pu Tongren read from top to bottom, his gaze lingering on the last three questions for a while, mumbling to himself.

Wei Ming watched attentively, waiting very anxiously for Pu Tongren's response.

"My answer... is it not quite..."

Wei Ming tentatively spoke up.

Pu Tongren laid down the questionnaire, stretched out his hand, and gave a strong smack on the table, startling everyone around and Wei Ming himself.

Wei Ming's hand was already clutching his briefcase, ready for Pu Tongren to start telling him to leave.

The next words, however, left him frozen on the spot.

"You've answered these questions exceptionally well!"

"Here's my business card. Tomorrow I will inform you to come for the second interview!"

Wei Ming stared blankly at the white business card in front of him.

"What the heck... I passed???"