Open a Clinic to Cultivate Myself

There is a room in the Zhejiang Chamber of Commerce for all applicants to pass. The final interview is hosted by Ning Tao.

He does not need interviews for those living dead, because those living dead have only one purpose, that is, to live, give them food and live life, and they will continue to contribute to the letter energy. Jiang Xiaodong has taken over the matter of refining the living life Dan, and he is now working overtime in the base of the moon to make living life Dan.

It doesn't matter if there is no Dan Fang, there is Lin Qingyu and the science and technology cultivation tripod. Lin Qingdi has seen Lin Qinghua's refining Living Life Dan, remembering the spiritual materials and steps. Jiang Xiaodong only needs to follow the gourd painting scoop. As for the spiritual material, so far, Ning Tao has no shortage of spiritual materials.

In two days, thousands of people signed up. After a few rounds of screening, only a hundred people remained.

They come from all over the world. Some are high-end talents in different fields, while others are ordinary people without any skills. They were all standing in the corridor, waiting for Ning Tao's final interview.

The door opened, and a white young man came out of it, complaining as he walked: "What broke the company, and my Harvard Ph.D. in Physics refused me? If there are so many big companies, I don't regret if I leave! "

His remarks aroused controversy among the queuers.

"Did you all hear what the guy just said? Harvard's Ph.D. in Physics was rejected. What kind of person would Ning recruit?

"Does he want to recruit Hawking?"

"Is this too exaggerated?"

"What exactly are the recruiting criteria of this Shinshin company and that of General Ning?"

"God knows."

"I hope it will pass. I want to make my contribution to the cause of human exploration of the universe. It will do without paying me ..."

A few minutes later, another black man came out of the room. He was plainly dressed, had thick calluses on his hands, and had a dark face with a smile. Such a black man, at first glance, is not a highly educated person, but rather a construction worker or farmer.

"Friend, have you passed?" Someone asked him.

The black man said with a smile: "After that, Ning always prepared me to go to the moon tonight. Haha, bless me, I am the first Gangde who landed on the moon! My tribe will be because of me And proud! "

Tribe people?

A basement.

"What degree are you?"

"I haven't read any books, and I've taught myself about this English, but I can hunt and farm."

A long list of high-caliber talents was aggressive.

The senior talents of Harvard Ph.D. in Physics are not required, but an African farmer has passed the final interview. Is this a divine situation?

Elizabeth came out of the door and waved her hand. "Next."

A middle-aged white man in a suit and leather suit walked in.

There was only one desk and two chairs in the room. Ning Tao sat on the chair wrapped in the back. His

He pointed the chair behind the desk to the white man who had just entered the door and said in English, "Sit down."

The middle-aged white man nodded his greetings, sat down on the chair, and said with a smile, "General Ning, I can speak Chinese."

Ning Tao said, "That would be better. Now close your eyes and relax."

"This ..." The middle-aged white man had a confused expression on his face, and a little nervousness appeared in his eyes.

"Close your eyes and relax." Ning Tao repeated.