C5

It was said that the relationship between men and women was like the clothes they wore. If they wanted to do it, they could take off their clothes, but if they wore clothes, they could also become strangers.

As I got up from the floor, I saw four white thighs peeking out from under the desk. A woman was riding on them with her back to me, her dress almost reaching up to her shoulders. A big man's head appeared in front of the woman.

How disgusting, doing it in this sort of place in broad daylight. It's fine if the company doesn't come.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and turned to walk out, when the door opened. "Wait a minute," I said.

If it weren't for the fact that he was forced by the circumstances of his life, he would never have turned around and said, "Sorry, I went to the wrong place."

"You're here to apply?"

A round head pops out from the crack of the door and I nod politely. The image in my head is still the same as before, but now that I think about it, the weird sounds that came out at the start were made by those two.

"Come in."

The door opened quickly from the inside, the lights came on, and I stood there hesitating, my résumé bag touching my leg, so I was really short on money.

When I walked in, the woman was standing expressionlessly in front of the desk. Her legs were long and her breasts were big, and she was wearing a particularly revealing outfit even in the fall.

After I went in, she wasn't embarrassed at all. It's not easy for a woman to be so thick-skinned. It could only be said that this kind of woman was too pitiful. Of course, it was forced by reality. If a woman wanted to succeed, there were only two ways. One was to work hard, and the other was to work hard.

The fatty who called out to me just now sat down. This place looks like an office with a waist, and the two people from before should be sitting on the chairs at the back.

"What's your name?"

"Xia Mo."

I quickly opened the bag in my hands and handed over my resume. I still had these things for etiquette, even though I felt strangely disgusted with this fatty.

That guy had parted his hair in the middle, and there should have been a lot of oil on it. It felt especially like a traitor.

"Xia Mo, as you know, our company is doing live broadcasts, which are now popular. We have made both fame and profit, so we have very high requirements for our image and voice, I think you understand."

"I'm learning how to broadcast. There's definitely no problem with the voice." My attitude was sincere.

Four years of college life is about to end. Now is not the time for you to be driven out like a dog because of your school's pride.

To put it nicely, one had to repay society with knowledge. In fact, it was to go out to work and earn a living.

"Director." The lady at the side interjected and shot a look at the fatty. She must be worried that I would speak up about what just happened.

This fatty was actually the director. "You've written a supernatural novel?" The fat director was pretending to be serious.

I had this on my resume. My hobby was to travel and write, so I wrote down my experience of publishing supernatural novels on the website in order to make it stand out.

I nodded. "Yes, I usually like to collect some strange things and post it online to share with my friends. Actually, I can't be considered a writer. I have some fans who are paying attention."

"Very good. Then sign a contract first. You can eat and live with it. Someone will talk to you about the related salary. There's a program tonight, so you should prepare well."

I took the contract, still a little excited, for the first time ever, and the problem of food and shelter was resolved in an instant.

"Alright."

"Take the contract to the first floor and fill it in. Just seal it."

"Thank you."

I turned around and closed the door. I let out a long breath. Although Fatty was not much of a person, after all, he was just a director. At this moment, I happened to hear the conversation between that woman and Fatty inside.

"Are you sick? I told you to take her away, so why did you stay?" This woman was really vicious. I just stood at the door and didn't move.

"Have you forgotten what happened just now? If others were to find out, it will affect my promotion in the future." The fat man's voice.

"Afraid, I only know fear, and I don't know what the hell you're afraid of. When I wanted to go to bed, I told you I was like Buddha. Why did you become a monk now?" The tone of the woman's voice sounded weird.

"Alright, that's enough. Calm her down first. Since you've taken my advantage, you should know how to shut up. Besides, the deputy station head found me yesterday and said that we are going to reopen the 404 studio."

"Reopen 404!" "No way."

I was standing at the door when I heard the conversation between two people. The woman seemed to be especially surprised by the reopening of the 404 studio. It should be because of the tone.

"It's true. Right now, we're lacking people. Endure it for now."

The sound of leather shoes scraping against the floor came from inside. I hastily walked down the stairs. Everything else was going smoothly. The seal was placed on the first floor, near the door.

When I went in, there was a woman sitting on the chair. She was holding something in her arms. She was wearing a very thick sweater, but she was actually trembling.

This was a bit too exaggerated.

"Bring it here."

She said to me in that gruff tone, I obediently handed over the contract and watched as she pulled out a red stamp and pressed it.

"Take it back to the school and seal it. You can keep one copy for the school and one copy for the rest." Her voice was quick when she spoke.

"Okay, thank you."

When I came out, my whole body felt extremely relaxed. The uncle by the door was dozing off, but that was not bad, even if the fat director was lustful, as long as he did not have any ideas on me, it would be fine. If they dared to touch me, I would turn them into a eunuchs.

When I walked to the bus stop, before the bus arrived, I couldn't help but open the contract in my hands. I looked at the red stamp on the contract.

The bus pulled into the station and I followed the crowd.

"Elder sister, your hand is bleeding."

There were quite a few people in the car, so I held on to my hand as I stood at the side. Suddenly, I heard the voice of a child in the front seat.

I subconsciously raised my hand. At some point, there was a patch of red on it. It should have been the contract's seal that accidentally touched my hand. I smiled. "This is the printing oil."

"It's obviously blood." The child looked at me, and his eyes were very clear. Someone said that the child's eyes could see things that adults couldn't, so it was better not to take the child on special occasions.

The people around us all looked at me and the kid with strange eyes. Because adults couldn't see it, many of us thought it was just a kid lying.

"I'm sorry, little girl. Kids like to talk nonsense." The adult who was taking care of the children quickly came over to explain. Actually, it was nothing much, children's words were always spoken without restraint, this was the society. If you cared too much about it, you would lose even more.

"I'm fine."

I saw the woman pick up the boy and turn his head toward the window. The child tried to turn around but failed several times.

As the car pulled into the station, I followed the crowd out of the car, and just as it was starting to move, I looked up and saw the child, who was leaning against the window, watching me.

I couldn't help but pull the contract out of my bag again and look at the red stamp. It was the same bright red, as if there really was blood on it.