March 16th, morning.

In the reception room.

Pei Qian looked at the name on the resume and felt a bit confused.

He never expected someone would have such a name.

Fortunately, the pronunciation was helpfully noted.

“Ma Yiqun?” Pei Qian raised his head to look at the narrative planner recommended by Huang Sibo sitting across from him.

Ma Yiqun nodded, “Yes, Mr. Pei. You can also call me Ma Yiqun, everyone calls me that.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Pei Qian began to browse the resume while Ma Yiqun waited patiently.

Pei Qian had no plans to hire more people.

Because the current staff was already sufficient to complete the development of “Game Producer.”

As for whether to recruit more people later, whether to develop two games simultaneously…

Pei Qian wasn’t too concerned about these issues for now.

But since Ma Yiqun had been introduced by Huang Sibo, considering the face of an old employee, Pei Qian still had to interview him.

If he found this person to be too excellent, he’d just find an excuse not to hire him.

Quickly scanning through the resume.

Hmm, judging from his work history, there wasn’t anything particularly outstanding.

Like Huang Sibo, there was only one work experience listed.

Both at the Shangyang Games, Huang Sibo was an executive planner, while Ma Yiqun was a narrative planner. They seemed to be brothers in misfortune.

Less than a year of work experience—this point, Pei Qian was quite satisfied with.

For the rest, not much could be gleaned from the resume.

Following Huang Sibo’s suggestion, Ma Yiqun had written his work experience truthfully. Since there wasn’t much to write about anyway, the resume looked quite thin.

After reading through the resume, Pei Qian felt it wasn’t bad.

In the current situation, Huang Sibo’s workstation had been empty for a while anyway. One more person wouldn’t make much difference, one less wouldn’t either. Having this novice come to the company to idle away the days would be fine.

But there was one point Pei Qian wasn’t particularly satisfied with.

It was this person’s educational background!

Huang Sibo had graduated from an ordinary university, but Ma Yiqun was a Chinese literature major who graduated from a TOP 10 key university in China. His background was perfectly suited for narrative design.

And someone who could get into such a university definitely wouldn’t have low intelligence.

Seeing that Mr. Pei had finished reviewing his resume, Ma Yiqun took out another stack of materials: “Mr. Pei, these are some short stories, essays, and novels I wrote before. You can take a look.”

Hmm?

There’s a problem!

Pei Qian instantly became alert, took the stack of written materials, quickly browsed through them, his expression changing unpredictably.

Ma Yiqun felt a bit anxious.

He was worried that Mr. Pei would think he had no special qualities and wouldn’t hire him, so he had specially printed out some written materials from his college days and work period, hoping to earn some extra points.

Logically speaking, these written materials should be important bonus points for someone applying for a narrative planner position.

Pei Qian flipped through these written materials, feeling more and more relieved.

Thankfully, Ma Yiqun had brought out these written materials.

Otherwise, Pei Qian would have hired him!

After quickly browsing through these materials, Pei Qian discovered that this person didn’t seem as simple as his resume suggested.

This writing style was not bad at all!

The text flowed smoothly, the writing was elegant, and he seemed to have a profound foundation in classical Chinese!

The few copy packages he did for Shangyang Games were quite brilliant.

Perhaps his family had a scholarly tradition, everyone being cultured people.

Of course, to say he was particularly outstanding wouldn’t be accurate either. At least it wasn’t evident from these limited written materials.

This person couldn’t be hired.

This risk couldn’t be taken.

This kind of person didn’t meet Tenda’s recruitment requirements!

Pei Qian planned to find an excuse to reject Ma Yiqun.

What excuse should he use?

Pei Qian picked up Ma Yiqun’s resume again, quickly scanned it, and prepared to find some minor flaw.

He noticed that Ma Yiqun had joined Shangyang Games in October last year.

He hadn’t joined as a fresh graduate.

What had Ma Yiqun been doing in the three or four months after graduating from university?

Like Huang Sibo, had he switched careers midway?

Or was there another hidden story?

This might be a good excuse.

“You joined Shangyang Games in October. Were you at another company before?” Pei Qian asked casually.

“Oh, no. After graduating from university, I had been writing web novels, so I missed the graduation season job hunt,” Ma Yiqun answered.

Writing web novels?

Element detected!

Could this also be a treasure boy with multiple talents?

“Then why did you stop writing?” Pei Qian asked.

Ma Yiqun hesitated for a moment, then said, “It’s like this, Mr. Pei.”

“I started trying to write novels during my senior year. At first, my writing was terrible, got no recommendations, no readers, so I wrote on and off.”

“During that senior year, I finally gathered a small group of readers. Although there were still no recommendations, players spread the word by mouth, and gradually, I had a group of loyal readers. From the data, it should have been a premium novel at launch, but… only 30 subscribers.”

“…” Pei Qian sympathized sincerely, “Perhaps the plot after launch wasn’t handled well? What about starting another book?”

“I started more than one, a total of three books. All had decent data before launch, but after launching, none had first-month subscriptions exceeding three digits. I wrote over a million words in total, all for nothing.”

“Had no choice, was almost starving to death, so I had to find a job as a narrative planner.” Ma Yiqun’s expression was very helpless.

Pei Qian was somewhat suspicious: “You… are stubborn, huh? Did you write something with major flaws that angered everyone?”

Ma Yiqun smiled bitterly: “That I don’t know, I would like to know myself.”

“Good, you’re hired!”

Pei Qian decided on the spot.

Whatever you touch turns yellow—isn’t this exactly the kind of talent Pei Qian needed?

Your surname should be switched with Huang Sibo’s!

Ma Yiqun was stunned, not expecting Mr. Pei to make the decision so decisively!

Had he appreciated his talent?

Huang Sibo had said that Mr. Pei had a special eye, always able to analyze each person’s inner qualities through their appearance.

He could even see qualities in you that you didn’t know about yourself!

Now it seemed, it was indeed so!

Pei Qian stood up: “Get your resignation procedures done quickly, then find Assistant Xin to sign the contract.”

“Regarding salary, I’ll give you 5000 yuan per month, with opportunities for raises later.”

…

Watching Ma Yiqun leave, Pei Qian was in a good mood.

Although Ma Yiqun’s abilities were quite good, not quite meet Pei Qian’s standard for a good employee.

But writing three failed books in a row—that’s not something an ordinary person could achieve!

This must be someone with great fortune!

Pei Qian now needed just such a person with great fortune!

There was no choice; repeatedly encountering strange events had made Pei Qian believe more in these mystical things.

Pei Qian even suspected, it was because his luck was too good?

There’s a saying that has long circulated in the world:

When luck reaches a certain level, it’s no longer luck, but fortune!

Luck can only determine success or failure at a particular moment.

Fortune is different; it’s like an aura that continuously brings good luck!

So, Pei Qian felt he should recruit people like Ma Yiqun to balance things out.

Otherwise, making money from everything he did—wouldn’t that make one vomit blood?

Although this idea was very superstitious, very unscientific, and very unreliable, it wouldn’t hurt to try.