"Hello?" Qian Jing smiled knowingly at the computer screen.

The phrase "hello, world" was once very popular and frequently appeared in various computer language textbooks. It was the first simple program completed by novices when they got started. Qian Jing did not belong to that era, but was only seen in some nostalgic articles.

It is obvious that the work interview is conducted by this computer, and all Qian Jing needs to do is sit on the old chair and interact with the computer. He walked towards the chair, half excited and half nervous, and was still thinking about what questions would be made on the screen. At this moment, a scream suddenly exploded. Qian Jing was so scared that his whole body twitched, his hair stood up, and his eardrums hurt.

The screams formed an echo, the volume decreased, and it became weaker and weaker. Only the shouts were distinguished from men, filled with pain, unwillingness and fear, and full of emotions. The sound seemed to be coming from the walls in all directions at the same time, so the specific direction could not be distinguished, and there was no sounding equipment similar to the speaker.

The white cloth frames on the wall were a bit suspicious, and Qian Jing was also curious about what was covered underneath. He thought for a few seconds and decided to sit in front of the computer first. Whether it was Raisa or Teacher Liu, including the boss Xu, they all said that "the rules of the Baiqi grocery store are very big." Qian Jing didn't know what the specific rules were. The more this time, the less trouble he should be caused and focus on the interview.

The computer looks old, but it is spotless. The buzzing sound from the fan is smooth and slight, which is obviously well maintained. Qian Jing sat down and tried to type "Hello", and found that the keyboard operation could not actually enter characters. Only after he pressed Enter, the flashing prompt moved down one line, and then a line of words was poked out.

"Welcome to use the White Flag System. New employees are expected. The assessment is about to begin. Please do a good job of accurate... permission insertion, suspension of assessment, and retrieval of messages. It comes from the store owner She (garbled code)."

After this line of words, the cursor prompt on the screen stopped flashing and turned to normal, as if it was dead. With two coughs - the tone sounded very much like the previous scream - the sound began to play behind the screen. Qian Jing looked around and did not find the speaker.

This time I heard it much more clearly. The owner of the voice was quite old. He coughed while talking, accompanied by the turbid breathing in his lungs, and he snored from time to time. He said affectionately: "Grandson..."

"Take advantage of me!" Qian Jing rolled his eyes, but continued to listen.

"Grandson, it seems that I can't live long. I probably don't have time to see you with my own eyes. I can only use this method to leave you a message. This is the only way that no one will hear from others." The old man said: "This white flag grocery store is a rare treasure, very precious. It must be managed from generation to generation and stay in the hands of our She family. I... I'm sorry for your grandfather. This store should have his share, and you should have your father and you. It was me who concealed its use and let them leave their hometown empty-handed..."

Qian Jing frowned, and the computer said that the message was from the old shop owner She, so this message should be for his grandchildren. Since it was about "grandson", it must be a boy. Uh... the current heir is Raisa, who is a big beauty, but what if he misunderstood it?

No! You can't go to the evil path! Mr. Liu also called Raisa "Miss". Even his opponent Boss Xu said something like "You girl". Raisa is a woman, a woman, and a woman...

There are two possibilities: Mr. She remembered the wrong memory, or this was a message from a boss She earlier. After all, this is a family industry, and it is normal for the boss to be surnamed She. Although this is for the She family, since there is no door to go out in this room and the interview cannot be carried out, he can only continue to listen.

"When I was old, I realized that I was wrong, so I tried every means to contact you again. I know that you have already established your foothold abroad, both rich and happy, and I am afraid I will not look down on this small shop, so I will use some means to cause you to suffer a significant loss, and then I will notice it again. I don't know how long it will take, but I hope it will be too late."

"The Baiqi Grocery Store is very magical. After you come, you must work hard and constantly improve your position. I will arrange the position of the store manager to your father, that is, my nephew, and arrange the position of the store clerk to you. Don't think it's stupid to be a salesperson, there is no future, it's not like this! Only by constantly growing from the salesperson can you gradually understand my good intentions."

"I have never seen you, nor my father. I don't know your personality and ability, but I have no choice. All I can believe in in this world is my family. I have left behind a few things, which are considered a meeting gift."

When the voice playback reaches this point, it pauses, and the three words "waiting" are displayed on the screen.

With a swish, a thin and soft black five-inch disk popped up from the disk drive. Qian Jing had only seen this kind of thing in some old computer magazines, and it was the first time he actually got it. It felt a bit like a thick plastic paper, and it made a foolish sound when it shaking, and it felt very fragile.

"How to use this thing? Do you need to plug it back into the computer?"

Just as Qian Jing was thinking about it, a change suddenly happened. The black disk suddenly "melt" and turned into a black gel-like body. It climbed up along his fingers to his right arm. "What's going on?!" Qian Jing shouted suddenly and hurriedly shook his right hand - without any effect. He pulled it with his left hand, but even his left hand was stuck on that thing, and his hands were glued together.

"Help!"

He was the only one in the room, and the shouting echoed between the empty walls. No one would come to help him, so he could only find a way. He tried to scrape off the black glue with the corner of the table. It was useless. The vinyl was very smooth and soft and was not under the force. Instead, it made his arms hurt.

Hey, the arm hurts? Qian Jing calmed down and felt the changes in his arms carefully. In fact, except for the two forearms that were close together and could not be separated for the time being, there was no other strange feeling. The parts covered by black viscose can still be controlled, and all ten fingers are intact.

After Qian Jing stopped moving, black mucus quickly covered both forearms and bubbles continued to bulge out. The bubbles burst one by one, making a muffled sound. This scene was very terrifying, but it was not actually dangerous and did not cause pain. Qian Jing only felt that his arms seemed to be soaked in comfortable warm water, and were gently massaged at the same time. At most, there were only a numbness and itch, which made people feel comfortable.
Chapter completed!