At noon in the cloudy Seattle, bustling, bustling central trade zones, skyscrapers showing off their wealth. The building of the Gods Chosener Beverage Company stands here, a 46-storey glass curtain wall building, an international company that has miraculously risen rapidly in just three years, and a behemoth that is no longer satisfied with the vast western coast and is rapidly expanding its market to the Asia-Pacific region.

"Actually, it would be a good thing to keep working here in the future without the special task you assigned me."

Nina walked off Solan's car and looked up at the behemoth. In comparison, the low building of the Seattle Daily was too invisible. Although it was an institution of two natures, no one would ignore such a skyscraper.

“As a beverage company, this building is really oversized.”

There was still half an hour before the interview, and Nina was not in a hurry. Solan was happy to accompany her for a while, looking at it with her head held high: "Forty-six floors, a height of two hundred meters, are enough to accommodate many people and departments? It seems that the skyscrapers in Tokyo are exactly 200 meters at an average level, but what is that? What is the difference? It's too big."

It is not an exaggeration to simply rent an office building no matter how tall or large it is, but it is not something that can allow a company to occupy such a large territory. The God-Selected One must be far away from the top 100 in the world. After all, this place is not Manhattan, but the guy who can occupy such a huge building will definitely not be a fuel-efficient lamp. It is impossible for a fool, so there is only one answer, that is, the operator is full of confidence in the future of the company.

"Then the question comes, where does he have such great confidence?"

"Whatever he did, Solan, I want to remind you solemnly."

Nina ignored her boyfriend's strange thoughts, but just pinched his ears and warned with a pretty face: "I'm not a policeman, I'm not a federal agent, and I'm not a super soldier in the world. I'm here to work, with the purpose of working. Part-time spies, etc., if you just relay some experiences on weekdays, there's no problem, but if you plan to let me do something illegal, or even..."

It was enough to say this. Nina dragged her long voice and pulled her boyfriend's ear with a smile, and her eyes swept around with a strange look. Solan smiled bitterly, and he could naturally understand half of the words, and could guess that Nina was thinking about what she was looking back and forth at this moment. He didn't talk nonsense immediately, bowed his head and kissed Nina gently on the cheek, using a killing weapon.

"That's sure. Even if you want to steal its secrets by conventional spy means, I can hire a real, professional agent who is a hundred times better than you. Go!"

He slapped Nina on her waist: "Go for an interview now, it's no reason to let the interviewer wait for a long time unless you don't want to do it!"

Here, Nina was also excited and immediately stopped talking nonsense with Solan. She quickly walked into the main entrance of this high-end office building.

She was in her early twenties, but this was the first time she entered a high-end office building of 100 meters. Before college, she had to go to Gotham at most. After going to college, she was an internship with a two-story newspaper. For example, she was a high-end office space in a central business district. Even if she walked in, she was an improvement in experience.

In the spacious and bright hall, she walked directly to the front desk, suppressed her nervous mood and expressed her intention. A mere front desk, no matter who she is a professional smile, she will naturally be able to pass this level. As for the next answer, although it was a bit unexpected, it was still reasonable to think about it carefully.

"Please take the elevator directly to the top floor. Mr. Heinrich will be in charge of your interview in person in the office."

"Uh... well, okay, thank you."

After getting the answer, Nina walked towards the elevator shaft and quickly manipulated her phone. No matter what, the situation seemed to be a bit exaggerated. The assistant of the corporate image designer actually asked the chairman to interview in person, which must be a bit exaggerated. She quickly conveyed the relevant information to Solan.

"……Um?"

Solan was also a little surprised to find that he had received Nina's text message so soon.

Waiting under this skyscraper, Solan leaned on his Toyota Badao and read carefully the content of these mere few sentences.

"Be responsible for the interview in person..."

Solan pondered for a moment, then burst into laughter. Nina was infected by her earlier ear infections. The chairman's personal interview may have been exaggerated, but it must have nothing to do with conspiracy theories. He knew what Nina needed now, so he made up a reply without thinking.

"There are too little information with you and me. Maybe the boss is just a little idle and wants to go with you? Come on, work hard and do your job, just do it!"

While writing a piece, Solan subconsciously felt a little too much, but before he could return, his hands trembled and he had already sent the message.

"Oh...Oh."

Cold sweat suddenly came, and he immediately stopped caring about anything else. He quickly went to buy a pack of cigarettes, or spicy strips, but it was enough.

At the same time, Nina naturally received the message.

“…”

With her eyebrows raised and her brain nerves twitched, Nina subconsciously wanted to hang up the phone and scold someone. But the next second, with a tingling sound, the elevator had already reached the top of the floor, so she had to put away her phone quickly, quickly straighten out the suit and make all her mental preparations.

The next second, the ladder door opened.

"call……"

In front of the small shop downstairs of the building, Solan satisfactorily held a cigarette, pulled open a bag of spicy strips, and chatted with the boss in skillful Minnan dialect: "Boss, have you developed the habit of drinking coffee when working under this coffee company?"

"That's not the case. Look at my old bones, if I go to San Jose to sell snacks, I will immediately become a hacker?"

The boss is an old uncle in his fifties. He has dark skin and densely raised his head. No matter how he looks, he looks like a fake immigrant who has just been smuggled into it. Solan thought it was interesting to think about it. If someone with a typical Chinese farmer image would also be like a white-collar worker in Europe and the United States, the sense of incongruity would be really strong.

But to his Hokkien language, isn’t it strange, fresh and friendly to the boss?
Chapter completed!