Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

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Holy crap, is this for real? One month's work equals ten years' worth of other people's earnings?

Is the boss worried that having too much money is a burden?

Regardless, people are foolish and rich, so hurry up and come! Applicants are scrambling to apply, afraid that they won't get a turn before the positions are filled.

The job applicants lined up all the way out of the meeting room.

Inside the meeting room, three people were sitting behind the interview table.

The applicant, dressed in a sharp suit, had his face beaming with anticipation for the job.

The three people in front of him had different expressions.

The girl with brown hair on the left looked timid and gentle, nodding frequently.

The black-haired girl in the middle has bright, sharp eyes, and rests her chin on her hand without raising her head.

The young man on the right, looking relaxed, was pointing at his pen with a smile on his face.

I just can't figure out what they mean.

The applicant looked around and finally fixed his gaze on An Qin on the far left. Just as he was about to say a few more words to improve his chances, Qin Ning's cold voice rang out.

"...Alright, you can leave now!"

The room fell silent once the door was closed.

Bai Weiran remained silent, Qin Ning looked down and flipped through the resumes, while An Qin, like a student being tortured by a teacher, glanced at them in a panic and hurriedly flipped through the resumes on the table, like a student looking for answers in a textbook.

"An Qin, what do you think?" Qin Ning asked coldly, her eyelashes lowered and her chin resting on her hand.

"I think it's fine."

"You said the same thing to your last one."

"Oh, because of me, I think the last one was pretty good too..."

"And the one before that?"

Anqin's face was covered in cold sweat.

"I...I also think so..."

Qin Ning slammed her hand on the table, her brows furrowed, and turned to point a finger at An Qin, startling An Qin so much that she raised her hands in front of her chest in a defensive stance. However, facing Qin Ning, she wanted to block but dared not, her small hands trembling weakly.

"If you think every single one of them is good, then no one can be chosen! Get this straight, this is your art exhibition."

Qin Ning spoke crisply, her eyes narrowed as she spoke directly.

"You have to choose your own people, understand? We can only help you from the sidelines."

"You think this is good and that is good? You're like the king of a kingdom, and you have to choose who will protect you, but you can't even figure out who you want to fight alongside?"

Anqin stumbled backward as she was poked, her face pale, her big eyes watery, and her expression pitiful.

Bai Weiran watched from the side, shrugging and chuckling softly.

When it comes to work-related or business matters, Qin Ning immediately becomes serious.

She has her own business acumen and a decisive and efficient approach to handling matters.

"Tell me, what kind of exhibition do you hope this will be like?"

"I...I don't know..."

"How could you not know? Didn't you have this idea yesterday?"

Anqin panicked when questioned, her little hands twisting into a knot.

"...I hope that everyone who sees the art exhibition will find happiness..."

It was a very touching statement, but it didn't work on Qin Ning.

"It's not about whether you're happy or not. Your first art exhibition is about building your personal brand and your commercial value. It's about letting everyone know who you are and what message your work wants to convey in the fastest way possible."

"Find your value in the audience's mind and dominate their thoughts in the fastest way possible! Most importantly, showcase your personal value!"

An Qin was soft and weak, only able to say "okay," while Qin Ning was frustrated and annoyed, scolding her while taking on more responsibilities.

An Qin was so flustered by what she said that she didn't dare to look up. She just kept her head down, staring intently at the resume, trying to find the right person based on her own preferences.

Chapter Eight: Her Heartache

As night fell, the long line of people outside the gallery gradually dispersed.

In the meeting room used for the interview, An Qin lay on the table, her eyes turning into chaotic circles, her small mouth open, and a half-mist-like soul appeared and disappeared.

Qin Ning was beside her, examining the resume.

"These are the final selections..."

The upward inflection at the end of the sentence startled An Qin, who was in a semi-conscious state, causing her to spring to her feet and sit up abruptly, her legs together and her hands on her lap, looking panicked.

"...Miss Qin, is there anything else you're not satisfied with?"

Qin Ning slammed the resume on the table, first expressionless, then suddenly smiled.

"...If you want to do it, you can do it well, right?"

An Qin's eyes immediately lit up.

Bai Weiran watched them interact from the sidelines, thinking to himself, "I'm so happy!"

Qin Ning has truly mastered the art of managing subordinates.

They tortured An Qin severely all day, forcibly toughening up her soft and gentle nature.

In the morning, Anqin could only say "I don't know," but by evening she could clearly explain in less than 300 words why she chose this person.

They gave her the stick and then the sweet date, the last one with a proud, confident smile that made An Qin forget the torture she had endured earlier and fill her with gratitude.

His plan wouldn't work without Qin Ning.

He can buy a piece of land and build an art gallery, but when it comes to planning the entire art exhibition, down to the specifics of how to arrange the opening reception, he's nowhere near as good as Qin Ning.

Qin Ning took care of all the plans and details.

He pondered for a moment, then left to buy some late-night snacks. When he returned, he found the meeting room had quieted down.

With Qin Ning absent, only An Qin remained, hunched over the table, writing furiously.

Seeing him arrive, An Qin pointed to a hidden door on the other side of the conference room.

"Miss Qin said she's tired and wants to go next door to sleep for a while."

He nodded and placed the late-night snack in front of An Qin.

After all, Qin Ning had been focused on her work all day.

He glanced in the direction of the lounge.

"Thank you for your hard work today."

Although he didn't intervene at all, he was watching closely.

Qin Ning has a spoiled, pampered personality; she can be arrogant when she gets angry, while An Qin is meek and submissive, always accepting her fate.

If you ignore the background and only look at their interactions, it seems like Qin Ning is unilaterally bullying someone.

Anqin covered the lunchbox with both hands and looked up.

Unlike before, when he only dared to bow his head.

Under the indoor lights, her eyes shone brightly, possessing a delicate, helpless beauty, like that of a fawn.

"...I, I didn't feel it was hard."

A smile bloomed on Anqin's timid little face.

"...Actually, I know that Mr. Bai and Miss Qin are doing this for my own good."

“Mr. Bai, you may think I’m not smart… In fact, I am not smart at all.”

"But I know you mean well for me."

When she talked about that good thing, Anqin's fingers trembled slightly.

Anqin placed both hands on the lid of the lunchbox and used her fingers to rub the restaurant's initials on the lid.

“I have nothing, but you have given me so much.”

"I've thought about a lot of things... about your identities, demons, monsters, perverts, I even suspected you were trying to steal my soul... but then I thought, I was so arrogant, my soul isn't worth that much..."

"In fact, I still wonder if I'm dreaming."

Bai Weiran was not without surprise.

This was the first time he had ever seen An Qin say so much.

As expected, stimulation therapy was effective.

Right now, all she can think about is the gallery and her relationship with Qin Ning.

“It’s not a dream.” He sat down, one seat between him and An Qin.

"We're just trying to be good to you."

“Perhaps this is a little bit unconventional.” He held up his finger, making a fingertip universe gesture.

"But you can trust that there will be people who treat you this well in the future."

"As long as your art exhibition is successful and more people see it."

He turned his head to look at her and smiled slightly.

An Qin smiled along with her, and the atmosphere between the two became harmonious.