Lao Huang led Wang Ling and Sun Rong to an abandoned factory in the suburbs, where all kinds of crouching dragons and young phoenixes gathered.
Pushing the half-covered rusty door in, Wang Ling walked into the factory following Lao Huang and Sun Rong with his trousers pockets in the ear-piercing sound.
Before entering the door, he changed into a sweater, put on a hood and a mask, and covered himself tightly.
The original purpose of the gathering of capable users was to share information, but in fact, besides sharing information, the people who came here wanted to collect more information about their competitors.
Before the gathering, many people had heard that there was an unpopular traditional bow major painter who would take two high school students doing outdoor training to complete this competition task, and most of them had the mentality of watching the excitement in their hearts.
Now that Wang Ling and Sun Rong arrived, many people couldn’t help laughing out loud.
“I thought I had received fake news. I didn’t expect that there were brothers who brought two oil bottles to compete with the big guys.” A monk sitting on an empty oil barrel booed, and there was a burst of noise around him. The sound of laughter.
Wang Ling’s heart was at peace, and he tilted his neck. He had heard this kind of ridicule a lot since he was a child, and he had long been used to it.
As for Sun Rong, during these days of practicing in the No. 60 Middle School, she gradually restrained her temper as a young lady in the past, and became much calmer.
Otherwise, according to Sun Rong’s previous temper, these people might be dragged to Shenjiang.
Wang Ling calmed down and observed the surrounding area, and found that these so-called capable people in the factory were not all brainless, and there were quite a few calm people among them who had been watching their words in secret.
“Cough—” Amidst the laughter, a beam of light suddenly came down above the factory, and with the appearance of a slender man, the voices of the people around fell silent instantly.
Although this man is thin and thin, he is full of energy. Just coughing lightly, it is like thunder and explosions. The breath of an endless and strong man rolls in, and the spiritual pressure is so strong that it is difficult for people around to breathe.
“Everyone has improved little by little from the bottom-level little monks. There is no need to laugh at these juniors in the cultivation world. They have the heart to join the practical training. As seniors, we should encourage them.” He said as he walked , wearing various gemstones on the fingers with distinct phalanges, and the slender fingers can be called the welfare of hand control.
The people around all showed awe, and no one dared to refute.
I also want to know that this person has a detached status among this group of ability users, and he is a person of high morals and high prestige.
Regarding this person, it’s not that Huang has never done any investigation. He whispered to Wang Ling and Sun Rong, “This is the leader of the No. 1 group of capable people, Huang Tingjian.”
With his trouser pockets in his pockets, Wang Ling glanced at the average strength of these ability users around him. The lowest level was at the beginning of Yuanying, the average level was at the beginning of Huashen, and the person with the highest level was Huang Tingjian standing at the top. Lord.
This Huang Qunzhu’s realm is at the peak of the Nine Layers of Loose Immortals, and he is only a hair away from being able to leap into the Realm of True Immortals. At the level of ordinary monks, his talent is already very high.
Of course, compared to the many geniuses Wang Ling had seen, Huang Tingjian’s talent was very average.
“I know that everyone who was invited to gather here today must have come here for the purpose of exchanging information. But this information is too messy, whether it is true or not. Whether the melon is ripe or not, it still needs to be determined. Judge for yourself.”
Huang Tingjian pointed at the jewels in his hand and said, “But here I have first-hand information, and this information has not been unpacked so far. It is from… Zhi Jiunian.”
Hearing this name, there was an uproar at the scene.
Because this is the name of the group leader of another ability user group, and it has a famous name and status among the vast number of ability users.
Wang Ling could see that the group leaders of these capable people were more of building a bridge for the Cosmos Infinite Group to transport capable people. He himself was not interested in directly joining the company as a worker.
Being able to have such a talent-raising ability just proves that these group leaders have secrets that may interest Wang Ling.
As for other ability users, Wang Ling felt that they could be completely ignored.
Although they are said to be capable, most of them rely on their own abilities and have the cultivation level of an upper-middle talented monk, and their own cultivation talents are often relatively poor.
For these people, Wang Ling looked around and felt that there was no need to understand them at all.
On the contrary, it is these group leaders who gather the ability users together…
Wang Ling felt that these talents were the key.
To put it bluntly, the group leaders of these capable people groups are intermediaries and the like.
To put it bluntly, it is headhunting.
They are specially responsible for digging out these highly self-esteemed capable people, and then go through various screenings to refine them, and finally introduce the real talents to the designated companies, and then the task will be completed.
And they will also receive more generous commissions and various rewards than these ability users in return.
“So, the real interview question is not about catching smuggled aliens. It starts with various intermediate links.” After Wang Ling’s analysis, Sun Rong also came back to it.
As the future successor of the Huaguo Water Curtain Group, Sun Rong has more or less been in touch with some of the talent interview routines.
At this moment, Huang Tingjian was holding a scroll in his hand: “Everyone should have heard of Master Zhi’s name. This information was provided by Master Zhi, and it is very reliable. Who can get this Information, there is a probability of more than 80% that you can complete the mission issued by the company and successfully become a member of the infinite universe. But to obtain this information, you need to show some skills.”
As he spoke, he tied a chain to the scroll and hung it high above the abandoned factory.
“Everyone, the scroll is here now. Whoever touches the scroll first, the information inside will belong to him.” Huang Tingjian laughed condescendingly, and his voice echoed throughout the abandoned factory.
And in the next second, the eyes of almost all capable users in the entire abandoned factory were focused on the scroll hanging upside down by chains on the top floor of the abandoned factory.
Wang Ling knew that this battle was imminent.
At this moment, he put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly forward. The wind whistled rhythmically along with Wang Ling’s steps, like bagpipes from afar. On the cheeks of people…
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