bookandnovel Chapter 34 Job Interviews: This is called matching your major to your job requirements.
Chapter 34 Job Interviews: This is called matching your major to your job requirements.
Jin Suanpan clung to Chu Jiang's leg, crying his eyes out. The atmosphere in the entire First Yama Palace was extremely strange.
The old apothecary and several familiar department heads turned pale, their eyes filled with hatred as they looked at Jin Suanpan, wishing they could tear him apart on the spot.
That traitor!
"Your Honor, look..." Jin Suanpan looked up, tears streaming down his face, but his eyes were full of shrewdness. "As for the position of chief lawyer, I think no one is more suitable than me."
Chu Jiang glanced down at him, said nothing, and simply turned his phone screen towards him.
Above is Jin Suanpan's freshly printed and still-steaming resume.
The self-evaluation section clearly stated: "I don't want to be a good person; I just want to see them die."
Jin Suanpan's crying stopped abruptly.
He looked at the words, then at Chu Jiang's expression, and his soul trembled violently. He quickly let go of Chu Jiang's hand.
"Um... Dean, this was generated automatically by the system, based on big data recommendations, it has nothing to do with me..."
"Alright." Chu Jiang put away his phone. "I accept your pledge of loyalty. The position of chief lawyer will be reserved for you for now, as a trial period."
He changed the subject, looking at the group of silent, trembling officials before His Highness.
"The Supreme Court of the Underworld is now beginning the first round of on-site interviews. Those who are interested, please step forward."
The entire hall was filled with ghostly officials, who looked at each other but none dared to move.
Are you kidding me?
This court is clearly a knife; whoever goes near it either becomes a whetstone or the wielder of the knife, and who ends up well?
What's more, the Ten Kings of Hell are standing right opposite them.
In the midst of this awkward silence, a gaunt old man walked out shakily from the ranks of civil officials.
He was wearing a faded old official robe, and his beard was white; he looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
"I am Wei Zheng, the former Imperial Censor of the previous dynasty." The old man's voice was not loud, but it was full of energy.
The old man and the others' eyes lit up, thinking that a stubborn old man who dared to stand up for himself had arrived.
King Qin Guang raised an eyebrow and put down his teacup.
"Oh? What advice does Mr. Wei have for me?" Chu Jiang looked at him with great interest.
Wei Zheng did not answer, but simply walked around the Chu River, his cloudy old eyes scanning back and forth over the black robe on which he wore, which was covered in golden light of merit.
"Not bad, not bad..." He nodded as he looked at it. "The robe of merit is black as its base, with the laws of the underworld as its patterns. It exudes an aura of majesty and is impervious to all laws..."
Upon hearing this, everyone assumed that the old man had come to flatter them.
Unexpectedly, he changed the subject, extending his withered finger and pointing to the lower right hem of Chu Jiang's robe.
"However, Dean, the end of the third Netherworld Law rune on the lower right hem of your robe seems to be... coming undone."
The hall fell silent.
All the gazes of the ghosts and gods were fixed on the corner of Chu Jiang's robe.
There was indeed a gold thread there, thinner than a hair, slightly upturned.
You can't notice it at all unless you look closely.
The old doctor almost couldn't catch his breath.
We're facing a life-or-death situation here, and you old man are worried about whether there are loose threads on someone else's clothes?
The head of the Reincarnation Department, kneeling on the ground, was so angry that his soul blurred.
Pig mate!
Chu Jiang looked down, then looked up and smiled.
He walked up to Wei Zheng and solemnly patted him on the shoulder.
Congratulations, you've been hired.
"Huh?" Wei Zheng was stunned.
"Position: Chief Prosecutor of the Supreme Court of the Underworld," Chu Jiang announced. "Your mission is to use your eyes to keep a close eye on every case, every official, and every mess in the Underworld. Find their 'threads,' and then bring them to their knees in terror."
Chu Jiang looked at Wei Zheng, his eyes shining.
"That's what you call a job that matches your major."
Wei Zheng was stunned for a long time, then bowed deeply to Chu Jiang.
"This old minister obeys."
"Boss."
A emotionless voice rang out, and Li, the coder, appeared at the entrance of the hall, holding a tablet in his hand.
"The 1.0 version of the Underworld Files Cloud System has been deployed. All the bamboo slips containing accounts from the God of Wealth Temple over the past three thousand years have been digitized and entered."
He paused, then added:
"At the same time, a test function for 'one-click search of wrongful convictions' was launched. Based on the keywords 'forced confession,' 'insufficient evidence,' and 'official protection,' fuzzy matching was performed, and more than 375,000 suspected wrongful convictions were initially screened out."
"hiss--"
The ghost officials in the hall all gasped in shock.
More than 370,000 items!
If all of this were to be uncovered, half of the officials in the underworld would be doomed!
"Well done." Chu Jiang was very satisfied with the efficiency.
Just then, the long-lost system notification sounded in his mind.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, on successfully assembling the basic team for the 'Supreme Court' and officially activating the authority of 'Underworld Laws'!]
[New Player Reward: Magic Item [Grillet - Intimidation]!]
[Striking Wood - Intimidation]: Forged from the primordial chaos wood of the underworld, striking this wood will automatically silence all lies within a hundred miles radius through the power of the laws. Note: Use with caution to avoid causing mass social death.
Chu Jiang smiled, and a small, shiny black piece of wood with peculiar patterns appeared out of thin air in his hand.
This thing is great.
"Meeting adjourned." Chu Jiang put away his gavel and waved to the assembled ghost officials in the hall. "The court has just opened today, so I won't keep you for dinner. Those involved, await your summonses."
After saying that, he didn't even look at the Ten Kings of Hell on the high platform, and turned to walk towards the side hall with the plaque hanging on it.
A group of ghost officials, as if granted a pardon, scrambled out of the First Yama Palace.
"This kid..." King Yama looked at Chu Jiang's retreating figure, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Let him be." King Qin Guang picked up his teacup again, blew on it to cool it down, and said, "It's time to add some strong ingredients to this pot of soup from the underworld."
……
The Underworld, Second Dining Hall.
Chu Jiang, carrying his tray, stood in line at the food serving window.
The woman in charge of serving the food was a plump woman who wielded her spoon with incredible skill. Every time she scooped up a spoonful of braised pork, she would flick her wrist just right, sending most of the meat back into the pot, leaving only a few pieces of fat and a pile of broth.
The ghosts at the front of the line dared not speak out against their anger.
It's Chu Jiang's turn.
As usual, the plump woman scooped up a spoonful, and her wrist was just about to start to feel like it was about to develop Parkinson's disease.
Feeling bored, Chu Jiang took out the dark, unremarkable gavel from his pocket and tapped it lightly on the plate.
"Thump."
A soft sound.
A miraculous scene unfolded.
The plump woman's hand, which had been trembling for thousands of years, stopped instantly.
As if frozen in place, she steadily and precisely poured a full spoonful of trembling, mountain-like braised pork into Chu Jiang's plate.
Meat, all meat, not even a piece of potato to be found.
The entire cafeteria fell silent instantly.
The ghosts at the back of the line had their eyes practically popping out.
The plump woman was stunned. She looked at her hands, then at the pile of meat on Chu Jiang's plate, and felt that her career was facing an unprecedented challenge.
Chu Jiang carried the tray and left, satisfied.
The fat woman and the group of ghosts were left bewildered in the wind.
The Supreme Court of the Underworld.
It was actually a side hall next to the main hall, which was forcibly requisitioned by Chu Jiang.
The furnishings inside have been completely changed.
In the very center, there was a huge chair with a backrest made of countless pale white skulls and armrests made of two ferocious bone dragons, but the seat and backrest were replaced with the finest black leather sofa.
It's bizarre, luxurious, and has a touch of postmodern morbid humor.
Chu Jiang sat imposingly on the skull-patterned leather sofa, facing a huge water mirror in the hall, and adjusted his dark black robe.
He looked at the figure in the mirror, whose eyes were calm yet whose aura was becoming increasingly unfathomable, and nodded in satisfaction.
The chief prosecutor has been appointed, the chief lawyer has been selected, and the technical department is in place.
The framework of the court has been set up.
He stretched, sank into the soft sofa, and muttered something to himself.
"The team is assembled, and now... all we need is a fool to serve as a sacrificial offering for our institute."