Lynch's first job was as a salesman. At that time, there were no such things as interviews or training. A small deposit was paid, and from the company, he got an ill-fitting suit, a name badge, a stack of materials, and two samples. Thus, his sales career began.

He worked at this job for over a month without selling a single product. The company refused to refund his deposit, claiming that the samples showed signs of personal use.

Later he realized he might have been scammed. That so-called sales company likely hung up a goat's head to sell dog meat, just to deal with unsellable clothes and some strange products.

Through these experiences, he gradually understood, and eventually discovered a simple relationship: the supply-demand relationship.

Whether selling goods or recruiting, any resource exchange between multiple parties can be seen as a supply-demand relationship and can be considered a market.

In sales, Lynch was the supplier, and those accepting his sales were the demand. If the supplier couldn't impress the demand, the product wouldn't sell.

Just like now, Lynch was the demand side, and the applicants were the suppliers. If they couldn't provide good service, Lynch wouldn't give them the job.

So, Lynch's first question was simple and direct: Why should I hire you, and not someone else?

The girl's expression was somewhat heavy. Undoubtedly, this was a good job. Everyone knew the name of the Billion Dollar Man. It would be life-changing even if she could only stay by his side for a few months or a year.

Such opportunities were very rare. That was why even the flamboyant "lady" before her appeared here. It should be understood that this was not Benlit, the city of bros, and the people of Bupen didn't like this way, but the "lady" still came for the opportunity. It was too rare.

If the lower-middle class doesn't encounter some incredible coincidence, they'll find it hard to cross that insurmountable threshold in their lifetime, not even a chance to peek inside. But now, an opportunity had arisen!

Such opportunities may only appear once in a long time. Lynch had no special family background; he was not from a big family, nor were his parents capitalists. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to recruit people to form his own team.

His parents or family could provide him with a very professional service team anytime, anywhere, so he wouldn't need to worry about these people's professionalism and loyalty, as his family would solve that.

But he didn't have such a background. He had to search painstakingly by himself. This was precisely the rare opportunity people were waiting for.

Helen was very calm and stable at this time, but in fact she was very anxious inside. She didn't know how other applicants were, but she knew she wasn't as outstanding as she imagined.

"I can shorthand..." She picked something she was best at, and then realized she actually had some advantage. This change in mindset kept her from showing panic like some others. She began to respond steadily.

"I also have similar work experience. After graduation, I received professional technical training and know how to quickly record important meeting contents..."

When the girl first said she could shorthand, Lynch wasn't too impressed. There were many who could do shorthand, whether common shorthand or those who developed their own techniques, finding people with such skills was easy.

But when the girl said she could take meeting minutes, Lynch's evaluation of her increased—taking minutes of a meeting and capturing its important contents differed.

The latter met Lynch's needs better. It indicated this girl could identify and jot down key points quickly from dialogues and documents, saving Lynch a lot of time.

Gradually, Helen's emotions became more stable. Her engagements in various business and non-business events and her active performance at work made her start to think she was better than she had considered.

But Lynch seemed indifferent. Helen had to continue until she talked about her high school life, "I was a cheerleader in high school..."

"Cheerleader?" Lynch, who had been silent all along, suddenly repeated, "You? Cheering?", and couldn't help but laugh.

He knew too well about high school cheerleading, just four years ago being a high school student himself.

In the Federation's education system, high school is part of basic education guarantee, requiring little tuition, enabling most children from not so difficult families to attend high school.

Resulting in many beautiful girls being gathered in high schools, selecting a dozen cheerleaders among them was no joke.

The Federation's most beautiful cheerleaders were in high schools, not universities. So when Helen said she was a cheerleader in high school, Lynch laughed. He thought it unlikely.

Honestly, Helen looked decent, and maybe the university cheer team would have her, but in high school... they wouldn't let an ugly duckling into the cheer team.

Seeing Lynch's expression saying "I know you're lying, you're just trying to score some points," Helen bit her lip.

Suddenly she took off her glasses and threw them to Lynch, catching Lynch off guard, who caught them. At the same time, Helen untied her hairband, flipping her wavy long hair around.

Currently, such waves were in fashion in the Federation. Both celebrities and ordinary girls were pursuing the look.

Helen had wavy long hair. With a flip of her eyelashes and eyes gazing up at Lynch, she walked over with graceful steps.

Feeling intrigued by the unexpected performance, Lynch sat back. It wasn't out of fear, but to cooperate with Helen's show.

"Wow!" he exclaimed lightly, "Be careful..."

Helen placed a hand on Lynch's shoulder and said a word, "Lie down!"

"Lie down?" Lynch repeated. Helen's action was quite surprising to him. He waved to the outside, and shortly, the Senior Soldier entered and stood by the door.

To lie down, face down, Lynch was curious about what Helen intended. However, thinking it dangerous, he was cautious. He wasn't fearless; rather, more afraid of death, making Senior Soldier enter was a good choice.

Helen was surprised when Lynch made another person come in. Feeling a bit awkward, but the job's value kept her from backing down. She began giving Lynch a massage.

A genuine massage in every sense, "I studied physical therapy for a while. My sister had a strange illness and needed help..."

The seemingly not-so-strong girl was unexpectedly quite strong, her massaging skillful and vigorous.

It's undeniable that enjoying such relaxation during work fatigue felt great. Quickly, Lynch had some thoughts; the girl was on his final shortlist.

After relaxing for ten minutes, Helen was already sweating. Lynch ended the interview, offering his handkerchief, "Your skills are very proficient, I feel much better, a rare experience..."

He didn't tell the girl whether she was hired, leaving Helen somewhat... she softly beseeched, "I need this job, all the savings were spent for my schooling, my sister's treatment requires money, I need a good job, Mr. Lynch..."

Lynch merely kept his smile, not confirming or denying, supporting her arm, turning her to face the door, "Everyone needs this job, only if you're superior to others can you get it."

"Don't worry excessively. Among those I've met, you rank high. Await my news!" Lynch returned her glasses, gave a few words, and watched her leave.

As Helen left, the Senior Soldier seemed to have something to say but felt reluctant. Lynch looked at him for a while before Senior Soldier awkwardly stated, "Boss, I think you should also..." He shook his head, "Look for some female bodyguards. In certain situations, my presence isn't ideal, like just now, if I hadn't entered..."

The Senior Soldier felt if Lynch were with the opposite sex alone, his presence might disrupt the harmony, suggesting replacing him with a female employee to avoid awkwardness. Lynch pondered and agreed with his request.

"Find trustworthy people and make arrangements..."

Leaving the interview scene, Helen walked home, downcast. Upon reaching her house, she unexpectedly saw a pickup parked outside, with workers loading items onto it.

Though the rise and fall of the second-hand goods trade was brief, several companies sprouted around it during that time.

Bupen had such companies too, as evidenced by the uniformed employees Helen saw.

"You're back?" An elderly man signing a clipboard greeted Helen with a smile, "How was the interview?", handing over the clipboard to the second-hand goods recycling company employee opposite him.

The employee, after checking the documents and signature on the clipboard, handed an envelope to the elderly man, filled with counted money inside.

Helen wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing at all.

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