339. The interview follows the candy.
Yumuin’s life could be summed up in one word: a series of two words: failure.
‘Failure.’
Everything is a failure.
The family was ruined by discord.
All the work I had spent my entire life working for was taken away, and my beliefs were shattered.
How can a life like this not be a failure?
I lost my son and I lost my wife.
I lost my life, I lost my friends, I was robbed of my future.
After losing everything, there was only one thing left to pick out.
Something that can be called revenge or resolution.
‘I have to fix what I’ve done.’
You can’t trust the government.
After its emergence, the Immortal Church also developed close ties with the government.
A new team was needed.
At first, we gathered people.
But soon I had to give up.
‘Those f*cking kids.’
The Immortal Church’s assassination sequence was entirely his own creation.
But now it’s turning against you.
Everything that was done to protect the Immortal from persecution became a blade aimed at him.
There have been hundreds, if not thousands, of assassination attempts.
Yumuin survived bravely.
And then he started stalking her on his own.
What he did was stalking, just that the target was a group and not a person.
Since I knew everything about the Immortal Church, I just had to follow everything they did.
It’s a place of his own making.
Where it all began in your own hands.
So, it wasn’t difficult to find and chase after them.
The reason for this was also very justified.
Wouldn’t it be right to kill the devil you created yourself?
Yumuin did not have anyone around him.
The Immortal Church would not tolerate that.
Isis, Prometheus, and the Immortals.
These are three terrorist groups that are shaking the world.
And the Immortal Church did the most heinous things of these three.
I lived alone because I had no choice.
Even though he knew his son hated him, he couldn’t ask for forgiveness.
If you get close to someone, you die.
It was his own punishment, since he had created it.
There was no one else who could avoid the male and female of the Immortal Church but himself.
Because even I live my life with the trembling of my teeth.
I couldn’t even get anyone to join me. Now I felt more comfortable being alone.
That’s how it was. That’s how the previous immortals, trapped in a well with no hope, lived.
‘Is this a monster?’
I heard that he was my grandson, and that grandson was a bit outgoing in his lifestyle and his attitude toward people.
If you attack me, whether I’m Immortal or Prometheus, I’ll hit you. I’ll beat you. I’ll destroy you.
It was merciless.
The abilities that have grown in just one or two years have made it impossible for anyone to ignore this child.
Then he killed the knight.
Blue Knight Slayer.
A special species that killed the named, and a special species with crazy talent that even laughs at the threat of assassination from the Immortal Church.
What was revealed later was even more gruesome.
Father is a government official.
It is said that his mother is one of Dangun’s successors.
So, he is mixed race.
He’s mixed race, but he chews and swallows everything by himself. What should I call this?
‘Does this make sense?’
Yumuin observed, hiding himself.
And this is the conclusion I reached.
Even though I can’t reach out to Yeonho, I can give and receive help from this child.
However, that doesn’t mean we can just join forces.
If you share the same meaning, if you can accept me, then I will come to you.
The information from the Immortal Apostle was a message sent with half hope and half despair.
My grandson misunderstood, but Sado was not my spy. I just used him.
Yumuin decided to set foot on NS like that.
And he had to stick to the role of an old man with dementia.
I don’t have the face to see my son.
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It is also embarrassing to rely on one’s grandchild.
I don’t even have the face to see my daughter-in-law.
“Give me candy!”
This one word contained such a meaning.
* * *
From the morning, raindrops started falling steadily, and soon it started to rain heavily.
The rainy season hasn’t even started yet, but it’s raining summer rain.
Looking at that, the NS HR team member sighed deeply inwardly.
‘It’s even raining.’
NS does not encourage overtime work.
But there were times when I couldn’t bring myself to move forward as I watched the work pile up.
‘If I just leave this alone, will tomorrow’s me be able to solve it?’
No, no matter how positively I think about it, it’s impossible.
The piled up work is so overwhelming that it is on the verge of drowning me.
For them, working overtime was not an option, it was a necessity.
“Okay, I hate to repeat myself, but you know what? No matter how much overtime pay you get, it’s meaningless if your body gets hurt. Those who need to rest, rest.”
The HR manager said. The expression on the manager’s face as he opened his mouth just now was not good either.
That was understandable.
Is he the only one who is busy with the regular employment recruitment project that the CEO has put in place?
There are not one hundred and one thousand applicants.
Ten thousand people applied to select one hundred people.
There aren’t only Koreans here. An interpreter was also needed.
‘No, if you can’t communicate with someone who doesn’t speak Korean, how can you hire someone like that?’
Okay. Up until here, I was able to handle it somehow.
The CEO also significantly increased the number of personnel in the human resources department.
To cut to the chase, it wouldn’t matter if it was just about organizing documents and conducting interviews.
However, there was always a problem that came with regular NS employment.
It’s a spy problem.
The ability to have eyes and ears from other agencies in place within the company.
How to solve that? How can there be a separate one?
NS took a ignorant and patient approach.
“next.”
The two special team leaders, Lee Jung-bong and Jeong Gi-nam, took action themselves.
The two, who use their sensitivity as their weapon, figure out each other through small clues such as gestures, habits, and speech.
No wonder it takes so long.
First of all, the interview process is somehow progressing.
Regardless of whether it is before or after the interview, we select and personally see and understand those who are suspicious based on their documents and those who are suspicious during the first interview.
This took up time.
No matter how quickly I get things done, the work piles up.
Whose job is it to investigate anyone who arouses even the slightest suspicion there?
It was the HR team’s job.
A sip of sweet mixed coffee traveled down my esophagus and settled in my stomach.
The employee looked out the window and thought.
‘Please don’t let it rain.’
I didn’t even bring an umbrella.
In this situation, with the rain falling, the HR staff felt miserable.
Even though I was working at a high-paying, beloved job at a matchmaking company, at this moment, I was just an ordinary office worker who was overwhelmed by the work that had piled up.
‘Oh, I wish someone would filter out people.’
With that in mind, I was once again organizing the documents and gathering the interviewees to guide them.
“You must be having a hard time.”
The representative is back.
The HR representative was leading the ten applicants behind me to the interview room.
Next to the representative stood Team Leader Woo Mi-ho and an old man I was seeing for the first time.
There was a foul odor coming from the old man.
“Oh, sir, we are currently conducting interviews for regular positions.”
The HR staff spoke first as the CEO looked at the applicant’s side.
And it all happened in an instant.
“Hey, you, the one who stole my candy.”
The old man muttered and then ran out in one breath.
The HR staff felt a foul odor wash over them.
Before he knew it, the old man was grabbing hold of one of the applicants’ hair and shaking it.
“Ouch! Why are you doing this!”
The woman who had her hair grabbed screamed.
“Hey, did you like the candy? Hey, bitch! Give me my candy.”
The old man shouts, waving the hand holding his hair.
“Ouch ouch!”
Tears flow from the eyes of the female applicant.
The employee froze at the sudden incident. While he was mumbling, the CEO’s voice rang in his ears.
“Wow, you have good eyes.”
It was a short remark mixed with exclamation.
Team leader Woo Mi-ho, standing next to him, also nodded.
“It’s not like I endured all those years of being stabbed in vain.”
The HR staff was left confused by their conversation.
‘Where am I, who am I?’
I wanted to faint. I was confused.
The staff barely managed to come up with a solution and he chose the most rational course of action under the circumstances.
“CEO?”
The highest ranking person in the company was right next to me, so I could just ask him.
“That guy is out.”
The representative was firm.
At those words, the nine remaining applicants began to murmur.
“leaving out?”
“What is the reason?”
“Did that old man steal the candy? That woman?”
“… … damn, do you think that makes sense?”
Although their words may sound harsh, employees carried out their CEO’s orders for the sake of their own mental health or for the sake of their own salary.
“If you let go, I will take you.”
Talk to the old man.
“No, I told you this bitch stole my candy.”
The situation was quickly resolved when the representative threw a piece of candy at the old man who was about to start a ruckus.
A few more HR people showed up and took the remaining applicants to the interview room.
The woman was not from the HR department, but from the security team.
It was Team Leader Umiho’s order.
Let’s just stand there, half-dazed.
“How many applicants are left?”
The representative comes and asks.
“Yes, there are about 900 people waiting today.”
It’s still half morning.
Because there wasn’t enough space to accommodate them, there was even a tent pitched in the vacant lot in front of the company.
“I think it would be good to finish it quickly.”
The representative spoke and looked at the old man.
And the old man scratched his head.
Dandruff fell out between my fingernails.
* * *
I rolled a packet of cinnamon candies I had bought at a rest stop in my hand, lost in thought.
When you look at the results, you see the cause.
And sometimes, things that happen by chance inevitably turn out the way they are supposed to.
That’s how I see the situation now.
Yumuin is the predecessor of the Immortal Church.
He knows the remnants of the Immortal Church.
Is that all you know?
His life was marked by terror.
For all those years, all he saw was terrorists, and all he thought about was the Immortal Church.
Immortal Stalker, a secret name given to the old man in the back alleys.
It wasn’t given that name for nothing.
There, my grandfather showed off a talent I had never seen before.
It didn’t seem to bother Umiho’s senses, but it bothered me.
When he grabbed the hair of a female applicant and shook her while shouting, “Candy.”
To my ears, I could hear my grandfather’s voice overlapping several times, sometimes as a soft whisper.
On the outside, she just seemed like a demented old woman throwing a tantrum, but on the inside, she was completely different.
The woman whose hair was being held by her grandfather, I also looked closely at the female applicant.
If you stay still, it’s hard to find anything particularly unusual.
But when Grandfather started making a fuss, traces of his body movements were visible.
A spy, from the Immortal Church.
The assassin’s stealthy behavior caught my attention.
He pretends to be flustered and instinctively reaches for the person’s vital spot. Of course, he immediately straightens his posture.
Her mistake was very brief.
It’s just that I wasn’t the kind of person to miss it.
So, to sum it up:
Grandfather had an eye for spies.
I also know how to shake up the other person’s mind using methods that I don’t know about.
Soon, the biggest headache in regular job interviews will be detecting spies.
If you have the ability, isn’t it natural to use it?
“I’ll give you all of this, so let’s go.”
I threw a bag of cinnamon candies at the old man and took him to the interview room.
While nearly a thousand applicants looked on blankly, an old man with dementia ran wild.
Well, to someone who doesn’t know, it might seem like I’m going crazy and going wild.
In my opinion, he was a very good spy detective.
I didn’t expect it or expect it, but as soon as I arrived, my grandfather proved his abilities.
“You, you stinky little punk! You stink!”
“Is this old man crazy? Who is giving off such a bad smell?”
“Oh, yeah. It smells, but it’s not you.”
After passing one person, he glares at another.
“Hey, you punk, you’re the type of person who’ll sell out the country!”
“……yes?”
He was right.
One word can drive a person out.
This is truly a feat that is almost miraculous.
And while my grandfather was practicing his craft, I observed his techniques.
I observed and became absorbed in my inner world.
