When it came to this dazzling interviewee, the HR had a lot to say.
HR: “There’s no way she’ll pass. Bringing someone like that into the office is just asking for trouble.”
Song Wuli: “Why do you say that?”
HR: “She’s not some indispensable talent. It’s just mechanical work for the copywriting team, right? Anyone can do it.”
That comment rubbed Song Wuli the wrong way.
What did they mean by “anyone can do it”?
The HR quickly added, “Brother, no offense, and I apologize if it sounds harsh.
But basically, the people we want to hire are those who cause little trouble and can just get the job done.”
His mouth a bit dry, he took a few sips of lemon water before continuing. “This woman’s background is too special. She’s from an outside district, looks good, and that easily sparks office conflicts. If she were applying for a secretary position, I could approve her. But for a copywriting role? No way.”
This HR guy was genuinely straightforward, laying his cards on the table with Old Song.
From the finance side, someone was stroking his chin thoughtfully, clearly wanting to weigh in.
Song Wuli asked him, “Brother, what do you think?”
Finance replied, “I haven’t thought too much about it, but she’s not easy to approve on my end either.”
Song Wuli asked with a learning tone, “Why not?”
Finance: “She’s only 20, unmarried, no kids, and no marriage plans. That’s not promising from my perspective. I have to consider the company’s interests. Based on my experience, there’s a 90% chance within the next two years she will…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but his meaning was clear.
The HR nodded knowingly; he understood what was implied.
Song Wuli had an idea too.
“Guys, enough with the heavy topics. It’s too serious,” Old Song interrupted their train of thought.
This only made Finance more curious. “Brother Song, what about you? After all, it’s your department recruiting. We want to hear your opinion.”
Song Wuli hadn’t expected to suddenly be taken seriously by the seniors.
After a moment’s thought, he said, “What I’m about to say might upset you. You probably shouldn’t ask unless you want me to lie.”
Finance: “Since Brother Song said that, I’m even more curious. What is it?”
HR nodded too. “We’re not so petty. Go ahead.”
Song Wuli: “Honestly, I don’t like office politics. I want to hire her. Most of her interview answers were qualified and fit the copywriting team’s work well. As for marriage, kids, being single, having admirers, or whether she’ll cause office conflicts—I don’t want to think about those things.”
Hearing this, the HR burst into laughter, only stopping after a long time.
He patted Song Wuli on the shoulder. “Your perspective really threw me off.”
Finance awkwardly chuckled. “Brother Song, you’re being honest. But that’s not really politics—you’re overthinking it.”
What they didn’t know was that ever since Yin Lin had encountered a Bichi-like contract goddess and Huang Yi, she had been schemed against so much that she hated that kind of scheming office politics more than ever.
She even had a bit of PTSD from it.
Finance continued, “That’s why a company needs many roles. You think about production; we finance folks think about everything outside production. From your side, you want capable people who can work, the more capable the better, right?”
Song Wuli: “Right.”
Finance: “We in finance have to consider the staffing quota. Oh, and this quota isn’t what you think it is. When you hire or fire, you get money from us, right? But there isn’t that much to throw around. The less spending beyond salaries, the better. From my angle, I have to consider that.”
Song Wuli: “So, what do you think?”
Finance: “Me? I can sign off or not. If you want me to, on your face, I can help you sign.”
That was a hint at doing a favor.
Song Wuli: “Why? Doesn’t finance face risks? What face of mine is worth you taking that risk?”
Finance smiled. “You’re a fan of Magical Girl Yin Lin, right? So am I!”
Proudly, he opened his jacket to reveal an inner lining printed with Yin Lin’s face.
He gave Old Song a thumbs-up.
Song Wuli felt a little embarrassed, staring awkwardly out at a milk tea shop.
In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to reject anyone.
He approved all interviewees who answered at least one question correctly and performed decently.
After all, the copywriting team’s second group was short on staff, and he didn’t have to worry about payroll—that was finance’s problem.
He just had to find people.
After finishing the meal, the afternoon interviews continued.
A few more standout candidates were approved by Song Wuli.
Unfortunately, the final decision wasn’t his alone.
Even if he passed them, most were rejected by finance and HR.
In the end, only six people remained, most needing a follow-up call to discuss salary.
That wrapped up today’s interviews.
He wanted to exchange contacts with the two older guys but didn’t have his usual phone on hand, so he couldn’t add them for now.
Back in the copywriting office, he did some work, and just finished as the normal workday ended.
Song Wuli planned to leave on time today—he had things to do.
As soon as he left, Xiao Liu and Xiao Zhao hurried off as well, not wanting to work overtime at all.
It was unbelievable—this was the first time in recent years that the lights in Copywriting Group Two had gone off so early, just as dusk was falling.
The neighboring office and the people across the street were shocked to see the lights off and immediately contacted their supervisor, wondering if something serious had happened in Copywriting Group Two.
Something serious?
The supervisor was completely baffled.
They contacted Qian Dehao and Huang Yijun to ask Song Wuli what was going on.
Why did he disappear so early today?
Was there something at home?
For others, leaving work on time was normal, but with Song Wuli, it was unusual.
At this moment, Old Song was already sitting in a taxi, having taken quite some time to reach the area near last night’s battleground.
The place where the lost phone was most likely dropped—pulled by gravity magic.
The area had been cordoned off with a police line, forbidding citizens from approaching.
This was troublesome.
How could he look for the lost phone now?
He circled the police line but found no chance to get in.
He dared not risk going through the police line in person—if caught, he wouldn’t be able to explain.
He found an empty spot just outside the cordoned area, closest to where he had fallen yesterday, and crouched there.
He took out a diamond-issued phone with a newly purchased Black Market SIM card inserted—registered under some unknown real name, so no one could trace it to him.
The seller hadn’t even seen his face.
Calmly, he called his own number.
It rang, then went straight to voicemail.
He pulled out the SIM card and swapped in another Black Market card, then called Yin Lin’s number.
The call connected, but Song Wuli didn’t hear any ringing nearby.
Maybe the phone had fallen even further away?
Just as he was lost in thought, the call was picked up on the other end.
He didn’t dare utter a word, even breathing quietly to avoid making any sound.
Silence stretched on the other side—no one spoke.
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So someone just took the phone ? Who bet it’s the girl from previous chap ?