Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Looking into Yingzi's overly clear eyes, Lin Ting licked his lips, somewhat unsure of himself: "The TOEFL tests American thinking."

Zheng Miaoying was bewildered for three seconds: "Ah, I didn't notice, I just felt the questions weren't difficult."

Lin Ting remained silent for a while, then silently gave her a thumbs up.

Therefore, top students don't need to study exam techniques at all; they overcome skill with brute force.

Lin Ting flipped through the papers, then turned to Uncle Li and said, "Keep them; we'll take them to the boiler room to start a fire later."

She could understand why the TOEFL test was so difficult for teachers applying for positions.

Because most of the applicants here are high school teachers, and their long-term high school education has limited their knowledge base.

Uncle Li looked at the two of them with a worried expression: "What about the teacher's matter? If we wait another half a year, I'll be able to manage."

"Then you should study hard. I never hesitate to hire people regardless of personal relationships, and I will give you priority when the time comes."

In the midst of the joking, two men who looked like homeless people walked in.

They had bags slung over their shoulders, their clothes were dirty, and one of them had long hair.

He looks like a poet and a rock musician at the same time.

Uncle Li frowned: "Young man, what do you do?"

The woman with long hair and a small braid, upon hearing this, habitually ruffled her hair and said, "Applying for a teacher position."

Uncle Li: "..."

He looked down at Lin Ting and asked, "Boss, can I throw them both out?"

They look to be no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Do they meet the requirements?

Lin Ting actually wanted to kick them out, but then she thought that she was just idling around anyway, and her mother said that she should be kind to others. Since they had come to her door, she should at least give them a chance to speak.

Lin Ting gestured to Uncle Li not to rush to throw people away, and casually handed him two TOEFL test papers from different months and two ballpoint pens: "Then you can take the written test first."

The two took the test papers, glanced at them, and then laughed.

"Boss, could you give me a different one? I passed this one." The boy with the braids said to Lin with a smile.

"Hmm?" Lin became interested. "You took the TOEFL? How did you do?"

"My best score was 108."

Lin Ting is now somewhat stressed about 108.

The boy with the pigtail pointed at his classmate: "He did better than me, his highest score was 112."

Lin Ting couldn't help but ask curiously, "Then why didn't you go abroad?"

With a TOEFL score like that, applying to schools shouldn't be a problem, right?

"Oh, my ex-girlfriend is in America now. I told her I'd never see her again." The girl with the pigtails shrugged, looking helpless.

Another person said, "I'm different. I got it because the consular officer said the US didn't need me."

Lin Ting: "..."

Lin composed herself and asked, "Which university did you go to? How long ago did you graduate?"

"We were roommates in the same dorm four years after graduating from Peking University's Department of Western Languages ​​and Literature, majoring in English."

"puff……"

Lin Tingzhen was really, really curious about how these two top students from Peking University ended up dressed like homeless people.

But she really didn't know how to ask that question.

Uncle Li asked in astonishment, "Then how did you two end up like this? Didn't Peking University assign you jobs?"

Lin Ting decided to give Uncle Li a raise.

Facing their past embarrassment, neither of them felt ashamed to talk about it. They simply asked, "Uncle, is there any water? That's a long story."

Uncle Li poured hot water into their kettles and handed them a cigarette case: "Want one?"

"Thanks, buddy."

They took the cigarettes, and very naturally moved two stools over, sat down in the office, and then began to talk about the adventures of Peking University students.

They had wanted to go abroad since they started university, but it was Peking University, where the nation's elite gathered, and competing for a government-sponsored spot to go abroad was incredibly difficult.

So the two of them started preparing for the TOEFL and applying to schools.

They were determined to go to the United States, so they turned down jobs offered by the school. Then... one had to keep a promise to his ex-girlfriend, while the other was rejected time and time again.

Looking back, I realized that the school's job placement process was already over.

These two unfortunate brothers had run a street stall and repaired radios before finally deciding to open a tutoring center based on their experience of taking the TOEFL dozens of times.

Then... it was overwhelmed by all sorts of cram schools in the capital.

"I admit to stealing students, but reporting us for not having complete procedures and having the police shut down our class is such a dirty job!"

"Good heavens, two policemen took us away in front of the whole class! The students all thought we were murderers!"

"Hey boss, do you have all the paperwork? I don't want to be detained again."

Lin Ting looked at them with sympathy.

It has to be admitted that reporting competitors is indeed a quick, easy, and cost-effective way to do things.

She said, "My paperwork is complete, so there's no chance of my business being suddenly reported and shut down."

Who dares to report her?

She threw Fang Deliang out with a backhand.

"So where did you see our school's job posting?" Lin Ting asked curiously.

It's impossible that all their advertisements have gone to Beijing, right?

“Hey,” Little Braid waved his hand, “It’s all a sad story. We couldn’t stay in Beijing anymore, so we thought about going back to our hometown. On the train, the guy across from us was roasting sweet potatoes wrapped in newspaper. I was really hungry at the time, and his sweet potatoes smelled so good…”

“I took a few more glances and happened to see your school’s job posting.”

"Then my brother and I thought you paid pretty high salaries here, so we decided to come and check it out."

Lin Ting remained silent for half a minute.

Then, she took out five yuan and gave it to another young security guard on duty that day: "Brother Qian, go buy two roasted sweet potatoes."

Judging from their expressions, they probably haven't even tasted that delicious roasted sweet potato yet.

Nowadays, there are more and more stalls outside the warehouse, and Grandpa Wang's roasted sweet potatoes are fragrant and sweet, and widely loved.

"Oh? Thank you, boss."

The two men were very talkative. While eating roasted sweet potatoes, they talked about their experiences on the road and expressed their deep astonishment at the fact that they had recruited more than two hundred students in just two weeks.

At their peak, they had just over 120 students.

"Let me tell you, on one wall in Beijing there are ten small ads: four for TOEFL tutoring, three for prime shops for rent, two for seeking a surrogate mother for a large sum of money, and one for door repair and locksmith services."

Lin Ting smiled slightly, pursing her lips.

Sure enough, although the TOEFL tutoring market in Beijing is larger, the competition is fierce.

Brother Qian, who was standing next to him, was clearly more interested in something else. Seeing that the boss wasn't asking about business, he leaned over and whispered, "Brother, what's this 'seeking a son for a hefty sum' thing?"

"There are some rich women... cough cough, let's talk about that later, let's talk about that later."

When Xiao Bian'er noticed Lin Ting looking at her with an unfriendly expression, she quickly shut her mouth.

Lin Ting looked at the two top students and said, "Have you finished eating? If you have, why don't you give a trial lesson?"

"Sure, this is the job we men are best at."

They wiped their mouths and stood up, still behaving very unlike teachers.

Uncle Li asked Lin Ting again in a low voice, "Boss, are you really not going to throw them out?"