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Chapter 31

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"What business do you have with me?" Assistant Steward Pang was quite satisfied with Lin Wanrong's performance, but he wasn't stupid. He knew that this fellow who suddenly came out to flatter him must have some ulterior motive.

Lin Wanrong gave Assistant Steward Pang a thumbs up. "It's so easy talking to a smart person like you." He glanced around and said in a low voice, "To be honest with you, I was originally here for an interview, but something happened at home and delayed my schedule. It's already past time, so I'd like to trouble Steward Pang to let me in and give it a try."

Assistant Steward Pang said in a bureaucratic tone, "How can you have no sense of time? An inch of time is an inch of gold, and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time. Do you know that? Do you know how many people want to be servants in our family? Do you know how many people want the chance to take the first test? "

Assistant Steward Pang's repeated "do you know" made Lin Wanrong's heart explode with anger. However, he was under someone else's roof, so he had to pretend to be obedient. Lin Wanrong nodded vigorously and said, "Housekeeper Pang, your teachings are correct. I hope that I can have more opportunities to bathe under Housekeeper Pang's care and listen to your teachings so that I can grow stronger and healthier."

After saying this, he felt disgusted and cursed Assistant Steward Pang's eighteen generations of ancestors.

Assistant Steward Pang saw that Lin Wanrong was a promising young man who could be trained well. He felt that Lin Wanrong was worthy of being trained.

This matter was easy for Assistant Steward Pang, but all government officials had this temperament. Small matters had to be exaggerated, and big matters had to be exaggerated. Assistant Steward Pang was this kind of person. He deliberately frowned and said, "Is that so? It's not impossible to teach you more in the future, but it depends on whether you're lucky enough to do so. Although I'm part of the management, this recruitment is handled by my subordinates. It's not good for me to interfere — "

Before he could finish his words, a white light flashed in Lin Wanrong's hand, and another tael of silver appeared in front of him. Assistant Steward Pang's eyes lit up, and the smile on his face widened.

Lin Wanrong resisted the urge to punch the pig's head and said with a faint smile, "Please help me, Discipline Pang Da."

"I see. Alright, I'll go in and give it a try. Maybe they'll still sell me some face. Wait a moment." Butler Pang "tactfully" grabbed the silver and hid it in his sleeves. Then, he disappeared into the recruitment room.

Lin Wanrong spat at his back. What the hell was going on? He had to beg the Xiao Fu to accept him as a servant. The salary of a low-level servant in the Xiao Family was less than two taels of silver a month, and he had spent two taels of silver to bribe them. Paying money to serve others, wasn't that just asking for trouble?

Lin Wanrong started to look down on herself for being so despicable. Damn it, after going in, he must get back ten times or even a hundred times the cost. He hated the house and its crow, and he was also deeply dissatisfied with Old Man Wei. If it wasn't for that old bastard's trap, he wouldn't have come here.

With the silver to clear the way, things went very smoothly. Assistant Steward Pang came out after a while and said with a smile, "Well, at least I still have some face. You can go in now. But whether you succeed or not, it all depends on you. Based on the current situation, I can only help you this much. "

Based on the current situation? Lin Wanrong, a smart person, naturally understood the meaning of his words. A mere two taels of silver could only be exchanged for a chance to go in for an interview. If he spent two hundred taels of silver, this Assistant Steward Pang might directly give him an interview.

You have a big appetite. Lin Wanrong was angry in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He smiled and said respectfully, "Thank you, Steward Pang, for your guidance and love."

Assistant Steward Pang nodded and said, "You are a smart person. I am very optimistic about you. Don't let me down."

"Of course, of course." Lin Wanrong said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Oh, by the way, what is your name?" Assistant Steward Pang asked.

"My name is Lin San." Lin Wanrong said.

"Lin San?" Assistant Steward Pang's face suddenly changed, "You are Lin San?"

"Yes." Lin Wanrong was stunned. Am I famous? Why does this guy seem to know me?

Assistant Steward Pang's face immediately changed. He quickly took out the two taels of silver he had hidden in his sleeve and handed it to Lin Wanrong, and then said embarrassedly, "Hehe, this, Young Master Lin, I am sorry. I didn't know it was you, please forgive me. Please come in, come in. "

This time, it was Lin Wanrong's turn to be stunned. This guy's brain must have gone haywire. Why did he suddenly become so polite? From what he said, it seems like he knows me. Could it be …

A light flashed in Lin Wanrong's mind. Yes, yes, it must be Old Man Wei's instructions before he left. It was said that Old Man Wei was a high-ranking servant in the Xiao Family, equivalent to a gold-collar worker. From the fact that he didn't live in the Xiao Family and instead lived by the Xuanwu Lake, it could be seen that Old Man Wei's face was not small in the Xiao Family. It was easy for him to settle such a small matter.

Lin Wanrong thought he was clever and gave the credit to the disappeared Old Man Wei. Damn, I wasted my saliva to flatter him. Lin Wanrong was really angry. Seeing the flattering expression on Assistant Steward Pang's face, it was very similar to his own expression before. The two's situations were completely reversed.

Don't slap a smiling face. Besides, he had just flattered Assistant Steward Pang. Although Lin Wanrong's skin was thick, he couldn't help but blush. He didn't say anything more to Assistant Steward Pang. He took the silver in his hand and slipped inside.

The first thing he saw after entering the room was a recording table. A servant sat at the table and said in a bad mood, "Name —"

"Lin San." Lin Wanrong answered.

"You are Lin San?" The servant looked at him and immediately stood up. His complexion was much better. He said respectfully, "Young Master Lin, please sit."

This Old Fart Wei seemed to know how to do things, as he managed to get things done from top to bottom. Lin Wanrong's impression of Old Fart Wei had a 'change', as he sat on the stool with a golden saber.

The servant in charge of registration saw his attitude and didn't dare to be negligent. He stood there and respectfully copied Lin Wanrong's name on a small piece of paper. He gave it to Lin Wanrong with both hands and said, "Young Master Lin, please come in."

Lin Wanrong nodded. This Old Man Wei was worthy of being a high-ranking servant in the Xiao Family. He was very considerate.

After entering a small room, there were a few servant applicants holding brushes in their hands. They were facing a piece of white paper in front of them. They were scratching their ears and cheeks, looking very worried. Lin Wanrong took a look and saw that there were a few crooked words written on the white paper in front of them. Not to mention how ugly they were, it looked like earthworms were crawling on them.

"Have you memorized the Three Character Classic? Write a few lines from memory. " A guy handed a brush to Lin Wanrong and took a look at his name tag. However, he wasn't as respectful as the people in front of him. He said to Lin Wanrong impatiently.

"Write the Three Character Classic from memory?" Lin Wanrong sucked in a breath of cold air. He finally knew why those guys in front of him were frowning. These people were here to apply for the servant position. Naturally, their families were poor. Not many of them were literate. They might be good at chopping firewood in the mountains, but asking them to write with brushes was like asking an old pig to do something.

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