Their gazes swept past him, landing on the next person.

This was an old man with snow-white hair and beard, looking to be at least seventy, but fortunately, his mental state was good, and he sat there with quite an imposing air.

"Pei Qian," the old man nodded slightly, "Professor at the Academy of Fine Arts, specializing in Chinese painting."

The old man had an extraordinary bearing, and his speech was concise and forceful.

The next one was the bird's nest-haired fatty. He reached out and scratched his already deformed hair, somewhat restrained as he said, "My name is Benfu, and I'm a code monkey, oh, you call them programmers. I'm 28 this year, but I started early, and I've been in the industry for almost ten years."

After saying this, he lowered his head and added softly, "Apart from my profession, I don't have any special skills."

He knew very well that in this era, his skills probably wouldn't be of any use.

Jiang Cheng straightened up, swaying slightly, stared at the former, and blurted out, "You're lying! I've never seen an old programmer who isn't bald!"

He pointed to the bird's nest on Benfu's head and said, "Why is yours so lush?"

Hearing this, Benfu shuddered and hurriedly pulled off the wig on his head, holding it in his hand to prove to everyone, "This is fake, I was already bald in my third year..."

Everyone looked at the Mediterranean Sea on Benfu's head and finally felt relieved.

Next were the proper woman and the alluring woman.

The proper woman was a standard housewife named Li Lu.

According to her, she had a civil servant husband who left early and returned late, and a three-year-old daughter.

Usually, she stayed at home to take care of her daughter, cleaned the house, cooked, and tended to flowers and plants in her spare time. Like the fatty, she was good at housework.

As for anything else, there was no hope.

The alluring woman's self-introduction was very simple. Her name was Yu Man, and she bluntly said that she worked the circuit, then pursed her sexy thin lips and breathed out softly, "Nightclubs."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Cheng's body shook.

But the man who called himself Zhou Rong's eyes dimmed.

A pastor, a painter, a programmer, a housewife, a nightclub girl...

At least for now, none of them seemed to be of any use.

What he needed were people with professional skills, such as criminal investigation, surveying, actuarial science... or someone like himself, who was meticulous and good at analysis and summarization.

What were these people...

He pinned his hopes on the last two people.

No, more precisely, he pinned them on the last man.

Slowly, Zhou Rong's gaze gradually became fervent. As the youngest vice president in the history of Qiancheng Group, he relied on his accurate analytical skills and forward-looking vision.

This allowed him to dominate the investment field, rarely encountering opponents.

He was certain that the man in front of him... was anything but ordinary.

Jiang Cheng was simply sitting there calmly, already exuding an extraordinary aura. He used his expertise and insight to profile Jiang Cheng.

The man in front of him looked to be just over twenty years old. Although his appearance was good, his taste in clothing was average, not like the heir of some wealthy family.

His movements were broad and unrestrained, without any trivial and unnecessary physical actions such as touching his chin or scratching his head. This indicated that he had a good psychological quality, and coming into the nightmare would not make him feel nervous.

The most amazing thing was Jiang Cheng's eyes, inside which... hid seven parts arrogance and three parts indifference. In addition, the person's completely indifferent attitude showed that he did not think much of anyone present, including himself.

What kind of person was this...

Zhou Rong's curiosity about him reached its peak.

He had a feeling that this person would be the key to solving the task.

All of the above was just a thought, and the reaction in reality was only a moment. He calmed his mood and looked at the next woman in line.

Chen Xiaomeng glanced expressionlessly at a book placed on the windowsill.

The book was very old, covered in dust.

It was still an old-fashioned thread-bound book, and the cover was badly worn, so you could only vaguely see the two characters in the middle of the title.

One was "Diao" (sculpture), and the other was "Xia" (knight-errant).

Chen Xiaomeng smiled slightly, understood in her heart, and looked up, saying, "You can just call me Little Dragon Girl. I'm a law student, currently interning at a law firm."

Little Dragon Girl...

Although everyone had doubts in their hearts, no one struggled with this perfunctory title.

Zhou Rong was even more so. A name was just a code. He valued the person's own value more.

A law student, a lawyer... sounded pretty good.

He turned his gaze to the last person.

Not only him, but everyone's gazes were focused on this man.

Jiang Cheng slowly straightened his upper body, sat upright, and the temperament he exuded unintentionally made people look sideways.

This made Zhou Rong even more convinced of his previous view.

Chen Xiaomeng, who went by the alias Little Dragon Girl, suddenly noticed a subtle gaze sweeping across her face. By the time she looked again, Jiang Cheng had already withdrawn his gaze.

An inexplicable sense of panic arose in her heart, as if... as if something big was about to happen.

"Hello everyone," Jiang Cheng said, "I'm Little Dragon Girl's good friend. My name is Yin Zhiping."

As soon as these words came out, the air instantly quieted down.

Chen Xiaomeng's face went from confusion to shock, to anger, and finally her lips turned white.

She was trembling with anger and stood up from her chair with a bang, "What the hell are you talking about!"

Zhou Rong was not interested in the relationship between these two people. What he cared about was Jiang Cheng's value. Helpless, seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, he had no choice but to stand up quickly.

As if confirming, he quickly asked Jiang Cheng, "Mr. Yin, what do you do?"

"I'm a model," Jiang Cheng said proudly, "I work the night shift at a KTV, but I'm different from her." He pointed at Yu Man and hummed, "I'm in the high-end group. Do you understand high-end? I don't come out without an appointment. It's as difficult as climbing to the sky for ordinary guests to see me."

Zhou Rong: "???"

Everyone: "???"

Yu Man: "..."

Chen Xiaomeng: "This person has a problem with his brain. Don't believe what he says! I don't know him at all!"

Just as Jiang Cheng was calmly preparing to defend himself and prove that he was indeed the top name in the high-end group, a quarrel came from outside the door.

The quarrel started softly, but the trend was getting worse and worse, accompanied by a woman's cry and the sound of tables and chairs colliding, which sounded very pitiful.

The people in the private room were successfully attracted.

Zhou Rong stepped forward and lifted the door curtain. The person crying was a middle-aged woman in her early forties.

The middle-aged woman stood at the entrance of the inn, and a dark-skinned man was driving her out, his attitude was bad, and his words were even more impatient.

"How many times have I told you, if I haven't seen it, I haven't seen it!"

The dark-skinned man was wrapped in a dirty apron, pushing the woman out while threatening fiercely, "If I see you sneaking in again, I'll break your legs!"

The middle-aged woman cried and refused to leave, and wanted to break in. The man became angry and subconsciously grabbed a thick wooden stick leaning against the wooden door.