Building a Sci-Fi Empire: Starting with Cold Nuclear Fusion

Chapter 4 The Pale Yellow Pen

How is that possible?

When ordinary people come for an interview, who would notice how many people are sitting on the plastic chairs on the first floor?

Zhao Peng involuntarily looked up at Chen Yuan, thinking that the other party had gotten lucky and guessed the question correctly.

So he looked down again, wanting to see what would happen next and whether there would be a wrong answer.

Because he believed Chen Yuan had guessed, deep down he still thought that only this question was correct.

Surprisingly, when he looked at the second question, he immediately found that Chen Yuan had answered it correctly again.

The second question was what the emblem on the gatekeeper's badge was. Chen Yuan's answer sheet clearly showed the words "Osmanthus".

"what?"

Zhao Peng's gaze turned serious.

If Chen Yuan guessed correctly on the first question, then the probability of him guessing correctly on the second question is extremely low.

Why do I say that?

The badge the gatekeeper was wearing today was brought from home by Zhao Peng; it was only the size of a button.

Not to mention that most people wouldn't notice it, even the interviewers who were with him didn't know what it was before they saw the answer.

Is this young man really that observant?

Zhao Peng looked up at Chen Yuan again.

Perhaps it was because he kept looking at Chen Yuan, or perhaps he made a "huh" sound, that the other four interviewers on both sides couldn't help but look over.

The middle-aged woman on the left asked softly, "Old Zhao, what's wrong?"

The young woman who opened the door earlier, and the other two middle-aged men all looked puzzled.

Zhao Peng pointed to Chen Yuan's answer sheet, lowered his voice, and said with some uncertainty, "This young man seems to have a really good memory; he answered the first two questions correctly."

"How is that possible?"

"I understand that you answered the first question correctly, but you answered the second question correctly as well?"

"I only realized the security guard's badge was decorated with osmanthus flowers when I glanced at the answers before they came in. How could an interviewee possibly pay attention to the design of a security guard's badge?"

The middle-aged woman, the young woman, and the two other middle-aged men who were interviewing were all surprised.

They leaned over for a look and found that the answer was indeed correct.

For a moment, disbelief was on the faces of the four people.

Zhao Peng frowned and said, "Maybe he just happened to notice it. Let me take another look at the answers below."

The other four interviewers thought so too.

However, they did not look away, but instead, like Zhao Peng, looked towards the answer to the next question.

The third question asks several people sitting on plastic chairs to identify the colors of their clothes, pants, and shoes.

To be honest, this question is very difficult. Many people didn't even notice how many people were on the plastic chairs, so how could they possibly know what colors those people were wearing?

When Zhao Peng and the other four interviewers saw Chen Yuan's answer, they were all stunned once again.

Chen Yuan's answer not only described the colors of the people's clothes, pants, and shoes, but also wrote down the approximate ages and builds of the four people, as if it were a reference answer!

"this……"

"Isn't this too fake?"

"Did someone leak the answers?"

"Someone must have leaked the answer. Even if I knew the answer beforehand, there's still a chance I'd answer wrong. How could he have observed so carefully?"

The expressions on the faces of the other four interviewers all changed.

They all believed that Chen Yuan must have cheated, otherwise he wouldn't have known the answer.

For a moment, the four men looked at Zhao Peng with strange expressions.

After all, these problems were caused by them.

The four of them only saw the answers before the exam started.

If anyone leaked the answers, it would most likely be Zhao Peng, the chief interviewer.

Zhao Peng naturally noticed the skeptical looks in his colleagues' eyes.

He responded somewhat speechlessly, "Why are you looking at me like that? I don't know him, and I haven't given him any answers."

The middle-aged woman frowned slightly and said, "Old Zhao, we trust your character, but this young man's answer was too standard, not something he could remember by memory. So it's only natural that we have some doubts. If the board of directors finds out about this, we'll be in big trouble."

The other three nodded slightly, agreeing with the middle-aged woman's statement.

"What's wrong?"

"It seems like something's gone wrong."

"I don't know what the interviewers were talking about."

Chen Yuan and the thirty-odd interviewees below noticed the unusual situation and all looked towards the interviewers.

Zhao Peng wanted to explain, but knowing that explaining would only make things worse, he simply said, "There's one more question. Let's look at his answer first before we talk about anything else."

This time, the middle-aged woman, the young woman, and the other two interviewers remained silent and simply watched.

When they saw the answer to the next question, all five of them breathed a sigh of relief.

You answered incorrectly.

Chen Yuan answered incorrectly.

The question asks what color the pen is in the hand of the female receptionist on the first floor.

The correct answer is pink, while Chen Yuan's answer is pale yellow.

"hehe."

"It seems we were overthinking it."

"He must have an exceptional memory to be able to answer the first few questions correctly."

"Hmm, if I get the last question right too, I'll really start to suspect that Old Zhao leaked the secret."

The middle-aged woman, the young woman, and two other middle-aged men laughed.

Zhao Peng laughed too, "How could I possibly leak secrets? Don't slander me. Although he got the last question wrong, his memory is really good. To be honest, I'm a little tempted to recruit him into the department... Hey!"

The middle-aged woman asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Peng pointed to Chen Yuan's resume, which he had just pulled out, and said, "How come he only just graduated with a bachelor's degree? We're recruiting engineers this time, aren't we? He doesn't even have an assistant engineer qualification. He doesn't meet our requirements at all."

The young woman frowned and said, "That shouldn't be the case. Our HR department screened candidates, and we didn't even call anyone who didn't have the assistant engineer qualification. How could he... Oh, maybe someone made a mistake. What do we do now?"

The remaining three looked at Zhao Peng, since it was his department that was hiring, so naturally he would make the decision.

A hint of regret flashed in Zhao Peng's eyes, but he still said decisively, "If he had answered the last question correctly, I really would have liked to make an exception and recruit him. Unfortunately, he answered it wrong, so he didn't pass the assessment in the first place."

Needless to say, Chen Yuan was eliminated.

The other four didn't care, since it wasn't their department that was hiring.

After that, the interviewers didn't say anything more and continued to look at the other interviewees' test papers.

Actually, there's not much to see, because many people can't even pass the first question.

Therefore, Zhao Peng and the other four interviewers graded the papers very quickly, finishing in just over ten minutes.

Only one person, who was pre-selected, passed; everyone else failed.

Zhao Peng put the correctly answered test paper aside, then looked up and said, "Alright, I'll now announce who passed the interview."

Chen Yuan and the thirty-odd interviewees immediately sat up straight.

Zhao Peng looked at the young man in a suit next to Chen Yuan, "Only Zhen Yuhan passed this round of interviews. The others can come and line up..."

The word "team" was not uttered yet.

Chen Yuan suddenly raised his right hand.

The attention of everyone was drawn to it, and they all looked over at it.

The same applies to the five interviewers.

Zhao Peng asked, "Chen Yuan, is there a problem?"

Chen Yuan asked directly, "Hello, I'd like to ask where I went wrong on my answer sheet?"

The other four interviewers smiled and shook their heads.

They didn't expect Chen Yuan to actually ask.

What went wrong?

The problem is that you don't have an assistant engineer qualification!

If you have it, Zhao Peng will make an exception and recruit you!

The four interviewers smiled but remained silent.

Zhao Peng admired Chen Yuan's memory and wasn't annoyed by the questioning.

He picked up Chen Yuan's test paper, pointed to the last question, and said, "You answered the first few questions correctly, but the answer to the last question should be pink, and your answer was written with a light yellow pen."

"what?"

"He only got one question wrong?"

"Wow, that's amazing! I didn't answer a single question."

Zhen Yuhan and the other thirty-odd interviewees all looked at Chen Yuan with admiration.

Zhen Yuhan, in particular, had memorized the answers beforehand and understood just how impressive it was that Chen Yuan was able to answer the first few questions correctly.

Everyone originally thought that since the interviewer had already pointed out where Chen Yuan had gone wrong, he should give up.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yuan looked directly at him and said confidently, "Mr. Interviewer, I can be very certain that my answer is correct."

Ok?

This kid dares to question it?

Zhao Peng's originally calm face turned somewhat gloomy.

He initially had a good impression of Chen Yuan, but he never expected that even after pointing out the error, the other party would still dare to question him, the one who set the question.

The other four interviewers, Zhen Yuhan, and the other interviewees all knew there was something to see when Chen Yuan said that, and they all perked up to see what Zhao Peng would say.

Zhao Peng frowned and asked in return, "I set all these questions, and I wrote down the answers on paper long ago. If you have any doubts about our interview, I can publish the answers I wrote down before so that everyone can see whether you answered them correctly or not."

As he spoke, he opened the folder, pulled out a piece of paper, and faced everyone, saying, "Those who are close enough should be able to see the answer to the last question directly. Chen Yuan, you're relatively close, so you should be able to see it too. Do you see that I wrote it in pink?"

"It really is pink."

"The interviewer wasn't lying."

"He must have misremembered."

The interviewees sitting in front looked closely and realized it was indeed pink.

Immediately, everyone cast sympathetic glances at Chen Yuan. It was a pity he answered one question wrong, otherwise he really could have gotten the job.

At this point, everyone thought Chen Yuan would accept his fate, but something even more unexpected happened.

Chen Yuan remained calm and said, "Although you had already written down the answer, I can be quite certain that the pen the receptionist on the first floor was holding when she greeted me had a light yellow casing."

Hey!

You're really stubborn!

Even after all this, you still think you're right?

The interviewees were speechless.

The other four interviewers, who had initially been looking forward to watching the drama unfold, also became quite displeased upon seeing Chen Yuan's unreasonable and nonsensical behavior.

Zhao Peng was so angry he laughed. "Fine, since you insist, I'll bring Xiaomin... that female receptionist on the first floor, with a pen, and make you completely convinced."

Without giving Chen Yuan a chance to speak, he picked up his phone and said to the WeChat interface, "Xiao Min, come over here. Oh, and bring your pen too."

Then, Zhao Peng looked up at Chen Yuan and said, "Wait a moment, and you'll see the answer soon."

Chen Yuan said, "Okay."

The entire interview room fell silent; no one spoke anymore.

Everyone looked towards the door, wanting to see what color pen the receptionist was holding when she came over.

Almost everyone present, whether it was Zhao Peng and the other four interviewers, or Zhen Yuhan and the other thirty-odd interviewees, did not think it was a light yellow pen.

After all, Zhao Peng had just made it clear that he was the one who set the question, and the answer had already been written on paper.

Therefore, how could it be wrong?

Time passed by, second by second.

About two or three minutes later.

A series of clattering footsteps came from the corridor outside the door.

Everyone knew that it must be the receptionist who came over.

So everyone became focused, their eyes fixed on the door.

thump.

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

Zhao Peng said naturally, "Please come in."

The next moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the receptionist appeared in front of them.