Legendary American Tycoon

Hearing what Tom said, White thought that Google was about to sign him directly, but things were not that simple. Tom then pushed something like an interview paper.

Tom said: "This is our tradition. Please fill it out carefully. This will affect our preliminary judgment on your business capabilities."

"..." Isn't it the legendary brain teaser? Similar to what is the longest car in the world?

White took a look at the paper, and suddenly it was full of black lines. Sure enough, he guessed it again. It was really an interesting question. There was a black pen beside the paper, waiting for him to write the answer.

"You don't need to be so nervous, just write down your feelings at will." Tom explained.

When Tom saw through his mind, White picked up the pen as if he was awkward, and put it under his nose to think. No, he seemed to be thinking, but in fact he was in a daze, and gradually shifted from a daze to a trance.

It is estimated that Google executives can't make this joke by themselves, so I borrowed a pen to review it.

Until Tom pulled his thoughts back: "Mr. White?"

"Yes." White answered.

White looked at the paper in front of him. On it was written a smooth string of words in round typefaces. The title was: "How many golf **** can be on the school bus?"

...This is also a fun question, which is a higher-end fun question than "traffic jam". It seems to be a very simple question, and the other party must hope that the examinee can answer it ingeniously.

But I haven't taken a school bus for many years, how do I know how many golf **** can fit? White slandered inwardly, and started to write with a brush.

"Okay." White was relieved and sighed heavily, as if returning to the days when he used a 2B pencil to paint. He wanted to throw away the pen in a cool manner, but realized that the occasion was inappropriate and took it back angrily.

Tom was looking down at the phone, and when he heard the sound, he put the phone back on the table, straightened his back, full of energy, "Okay, thank you very much."

White asked: "This is the end?"

Tom nodded: "Yes."

"It seems that I have to go." White stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and was about to go out. As soon as he reached the door, the doorknob hadn't been lifted yet, and there was a voice of confusion behind him.

"Please wait, White. There is nothing on your paper." Tom said.

When Tom finished speaking, White stopped, turned around and looked at Tom, pointed to the blank space and said, "This is my answer."

To be honest, White's head was a mess just now, and he didn't know how to answer at all, and suddenly thought of a paragraph he had seen on Weibo before.

——The Chinese teachers of various well-known schools interpreted the word "good night" by Lu Xun, and they worked hard to understand everything, each showing their magical powers, and the answers were all related to the background society at that time. Does the ghost know that Lu Xun means that, or is it just a simple "good night"?

Tom pinched his chin and paced in place, frowning as if thinking about something, and suddenly stopped, his face showed an unbelievable expression, he looked at the paper in his hand, and looked at White at the door, and said: " This is the most perfect answer I have ever seen."

"...?"

"Blank means no. School buses are meant to carry people. How can they be used to load golf wastefully? If golf **** are used, trucks will do. You mean that’s right? That’s great, this answer. "Tom said.

Tom rushed over and took his hand tightly. The work card on his neck flew to the back, and he ignored it.

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"Thank you again for coming to Google, and I sincerely wish you all the best and a great future at Google!" Tom said excitedly.

Tom's eyes seemed to have really dug a treasure, probably because no one had ever handed in a blank paper like him before.

Tom took out the ballpoint pen in his chest pocket, ticked the assessment column of this paper, looked up and said, "If nothing happens, I can come to work next Monday."

White just remembered that today is already Friday. But as far as the people in the lobby are concerned, the staff here are not as loud as the outside world. It looks like a small company with only a few dozen people, and it is possible that they are all hiding in the office.

White walked out of the parlor, waited until no one was gone, and laughed with his arms akimbo. Now he can also brag, Google’s interview is so simple, hahaha, the interviewer on the opposite side will help you complete the field directly.

A girl similar to the staff here walked by. She was probably a little frightened by him. She looked at White with a strange look, and walked past the corner.

"Hey." White stopped the girl.

"Do you need any help? What's wrong?" the girl said.

"I, White Engelson, remember this name, it will be a big name." White said. He suddenly wanted to learn the slap posture of those IT bosses in the world.

"..." The girl slipped away, as he expected.

Google girls are also very beautiful.

Before White returned to the apartment, someone pushing an ice cream cart passed by. White was in a good mood, so he stepped forward and bought a crispy ice cream.

He went upstairs with ice cream, humming a little song in his mouth, and came to the door of the apartment and opened the door. The interior of the apartment was as quiet as usual.

When White bent down, the ice cream fell to the ground, and he had no choice but to reluctantly let go of it, unbuttoning the Polo shirt, and walking into the house.

However, when White came to the living room, he was stunned. Who was the tall and thin boy with black hair lying on the sofa?

I saw him with his back to the ceiling, his whole body lying on the sofa, his head sticking out, a book in his hand, and the book was almost touching the ground.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and the sound of footsteps that followed, the boy stood up from the sofa, his eyes were yellow, his hands were long and he was tall.

"White!" the boy said.

White suddenly realized that this is roommate Iverson. But his mouthful of ice cream made him feel slimy, and White needed a few sips of ice water to ease him, and went straight to the open kitchen.

Iverson followed from behind, holding a camera in his hand, and showing the camera in front of White's eyes while he was drinking.

"Look, White, is my photography skills getting better and better. This is the scene I took at a bar party the day before yesterday. I sincerely say again, it would be a shame you didn't go!" Iverson Say.

White glanced into the camera, a sip of water stuck in his throat, he coughed violently, wiped his mouth, and said, "Don't show me this while I drink."

That said, White's green eyes were still staring at the camera, well, frantic bar party, dim light, beautiful girl, beautiful body.

"I'm serious, White, get your **** certificate quickly and come to work with me in a bar. Life there is really wonderful. Also, it's definitely not as gaudy as you usually encounter. This is me. I found it after I went." Iverson hooked White with one hand. He seemed to be 1.9 meters away, and he was not as thin as he looked, and his muscles were very strong.

White thought to himself, this Iverson roommate was also very interesting.