Over a thousand undergraduate and doctoral seniors clutching leather resume folders crowded between the blue canopy tents on the central quadrangle of Jiangcheng University at nine o’clock the following morning.
The Centennial Campus Job Fair stretched beneath the ancient ginkgo trees, yet the mood across the central lawn was thick with anxiety.
Near the central fountain, ten prominent regional manufacturing and technology corporations had combined their recruitment booths into a single massive pavilion. Behind the long counter sat ten corporate bosses with gold rings and greasy ties, flanked by Zhao Kai and class monitor Wang Hao.
Zhao Kai wore a black designer trench coat with dark sunglasses, trying to hide the dark circles under his eyes after yesterday’s humiliation. Beside him, Wang Hao held a megaphone, his chest puffed out with arrogant authority.
“Listen up, all graduating seniors!” Wang Hao shouted into the megaphone, glaring at the crowd. “Zhao Technology Holdings and our ten partner enterprises represent eighty percent of engineering hiring in Jiangcheng! If any graduate applied for Lin Mo’s scholarship yesterday, you are officially blacklisted by all ten firms!”
A wave of panic rippled through the hundreds of students holding their resumes.
“Unless you sign our standard three-year graduate apprentice contract right now!” Wang Hao continued with a sneer. “Starting wage is three thousand yuan a month! Mandatory twelve-hour daily shifts! No overtime compensation! Six-day work weeks! If you sign today, Young Master Zhao will generously waive your blacklist status!”
Several students in the front row clenched their fists.
“Three thousand a month?!” an honors student in mechanical engineering protested. “Rent in Jiangcheng costs two thousand alone! After working twelve hours a day, we won’t even have enough money to buy rice! That is an illegal sweatshop contract!”
One of the fat factory bosses slammed his heavy coffee thermos onto the counter.
“An honors degree is just a sheet of waste paper without industry experience!” the boss barked. “There are eight million college graduates in the country this year! If you don’t take three thousand, there are fifty people waiting in line behind you! Either sign our contract or spend the next year starving on the streets!”
Zhao Kai crossed his arms, a vindictive smirk returning to his lips. He wanted to show Lin Mo that while charity might win applause, capital controlled survival.
Before another student could speak, the rumble of heavy diesel engines echoed across the quadrangle.
A convoy of four luxury tour coaches escorted by three armored Taichu security vehicles drove slowly along the campus perimeter road. The vehicles came to a halt beside the eastern lawn.
The doors hissed open.
Su Wan stepped out first, wearing an elegant cream-colored business suit. Beside her walked Dr. Gu Qinghe, the renowned Chief Surgeon, adjusting his silver-rimmed glasses in his pristine white lab coat. Behind them marched Master Lu Jian in his iconic yellow hard hat, followed by thirty Taichu logistics engineers.
Within two minutes, Master Lu’s engineering team deployed a sixty-foot modular pavilion of polished aluminum and glass.
Above the glass entrance, massive holographic letters illuminated the morning sky:
[TAICHU SANCTUARY ADVANCED R&D, MEDICAL & ENGINEERING RECRUITMENT PAVILION]
In the center of the pavilion, Lin Mo walked forward in a clean dark overcoat, hands casually tucked into his pockets. Tie Niu and twenty Iron Guard veterans stood in crisp formal formation, projecting an aura of unbreakable security.
Dozens of doctoral candidates near the front row lowered their resume folders, staring up at the gold-lettered salary board in disbelief.
Lin Mo stepped to the front podium, picking up the microphone.
His calm, steady voice reached every corner of the central quadrangle:
“Graduating seniors of Jiangcheng University,” Lin Mo said, looking across the vast crowd. “You spent four to seven years mastering science, medicine, and engineering. You did not study day and night just to be treated like disposable tools by ten sweatshop owners.”
The ten factory bosses stood up in outrage, but Lin Mo ignored them completely.
“Starting right now, Taichu Group is opening three hundred and fifty permanent positions across our Advanced Energy, Medical Sanctuary, and Civil Engineering divisions,” Lin Mo announced.
Lin Mo looked down at his clipboard, his voice ringing with clarity:
“Starting annual salary for bachelor graduates: one hundred and eighty thousand yuan. Starting annual salary for master researchers: three hundred thousand yuan. Starting annual salary for doctoral scientists: five hundred thousand yuan.”
Murmurs of absolute disbelief rippled across the lawn. That was more than triple the prevailing industry standard.
“Furthermore,” Lin Mo continued with a warm smile, “every contract includes strict eight-hour work days, zero unpaid overtime, comprehensive medical coverage for your entire immediate family, and a free, fully furnished two-bedroom apartment in the Emerald River Sanctuary District.”
Silence gripped the quadrangle for three full seconds.
Then, Lin Mo raised his hand toward the glass pavilion.
“To support your relocation and celebrate your transition into national research, Taichu Group is issuing an immediate eighty-five-thousand-yuan signing and relocation bonus in liquid cash to every hired graduate today.”
Lin Mo pulled his Black-Gold Card from his coat pocket and tapped it against Su Wan’s recruitment terminal.
“Su Wan, allocate thirty million yuan from our corporate expansion fund immediately,” Lin Mo instructed.
Su Wan’s fingers moved swiftly across the screen: ¥30,000,000.00.
BEEP.
In Lin Mo’s mind, a magnificent chime resonated with earth-shaking brilliance:
[Ding! Detected spending of ¥30,000,000.00 RMB on Signing Bonuses & Relocation Funds for 350 Elite Graduate Scholars!]
[Beneficiaries: 350 Pure-Hearted Graduating Seniors & PhD Researchers (Avg Goodness: 90/100)!]
[Target Integrity Verified: Eradicating exploitative graduate sweatshop labor, investing in national high-tech talent.]
[Triggered 100x Pure Benevolence System Refund!]
[Received Cash Refund: +¥3,000,000,000.00 RMB!]
[Funds deposited directly into Host Personal Liquid Vault!]
[Personal Liquid Vault: ¥60,500,000,000.00 RMB!]
[Personal Wealth Milestone: Vault Surpasses ¥60,000,000,000.00 RMB!]
[Benevolence Merit Points: +3,000,000 BMP | Total BMP: 153,449,528 BMP!]
[Good People Network Expanded: 9,200 Verified Righteous Allies (+350: elite engineers, scientists, medical researchers)!]
Three billion cash refund, Lin Mo thought, watching his vault balance comfortably surpass sixty billion yuan. Spending thirty million to hire three hundred and fifty honest geniuses, and earning three billion in cash. Doing good is the most profitable enterprise in human history.
Above the pavilion entrance, the System’s [Morality & Talent Scanner] came online, casting a gentle golden beam across the recruitment gate.
“Recruitment is now officially open,” Lin Mo declared into the microphone. “Line up at the pavilion. As long as your academic credentials are real and your conscience is clean, you are hired today.”
BOOM!
The entire quadrangle erupted into an absolute frenzy of joy!
Hundreds of students screamed with excitement, completely abandoning the blue tents.
“Three hundred thousand a year! Free apartment in Emerald River!”
“Eighty-five thousand cash signing bonus right now!”
“Throw away those three-thousand-yuan slave contracts!”
A stampede of brilliant young scholars rushed across the lawn, lining up four deep outside the Taichu pavilion. In less than two minutes, the line of eager applicants stretched all the way to the campus library.
Meanwhile, the ten corporate booths across the fountain were left completely deserted.
The ten fat factory bosses sat behind their empty tables, staring in horror as stacks of unread resumes blew away in the autumn wind. Not a single student stood near their booths.
“Hey! Come back here!” one factory boss yelled desperately into the empty air. “We can raise it to thirty-five hundred! Thirty-eight hundred! Don’t leave!”
Nobody even glanced back.
Zhao Kai stood by the fountain, his hands trembling with rage. His blacklist threat had become a pathetic joke. In front of three times the industry salary and free apartments, his corporate network had been completely crushed.
Beside him, Wang Hao watched the students holding stacks of cash contract vouchers. His eyes turned red with burning jealousy.
Eighty-five thousand in cash right now... and five hundred thousand a year, Wang Hao thought, his heart pounding frantically. Even if I take over my father’s small supply company, I won’t make that much!
Greed completely overtook Wang Hao’s common sense.
He slipped away from Zhao Kai, tucked his Rolex under his cuff, pulled a leather resume folder from his bag, and jogged toward the back of the Taichu line.
“Excuse me! Move aside!” Wang Hao muttered, trying to push past a female chemistry graduate. “I am the Student Council President! My resume needs priority evaluation!”
He pushed his way to the glass scanner gate.
Lin Mo stood just inside the pavilion, watching with deadpan amusement as Wang Hao stepped under the scanner arch.
Wang Hao forced an oily smile onto his face, bowing slightly toward Su Wan.
“Miss Su, I am Wang Hao, President of the Student Council,” Wang Hao said smoothly. “I have extensive leadership experience, and I am willing to oversee your engineering teams. I accept the five-hundred-thousand-yuan package.”
Su Wan didn’t even look at his resume.
BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!
A harsh, flashing crimson strobe light lit up the entire scanner arch. An automated digital alarm blared across the pavilion:
[Scanning Candidate: Wang Hao.]
[Goodness Score: 16/100.]
[Integrity Evaluation: Habitual Embezzlement, Abusive Exploitation, Academic Bullying, Severe Moral Bankruptcy.]
[Hiring Decision: PERMANENT LIFETIME BLACKLIST! ACCESS DENIED!]
A blast of cold air shot from the gate pedestals, blowing Wang Hao’s leather folder right out of his hands. Resumes scattered across the damp pavement, trampled under the boots of three hundred laughing students.
“Permanent blacklist!” a student shouted, laughing pointedly.
“The Student Council President got rejected by a computer scanner!”
Laughter and mockery echoed across the lawn.
Wang Hao turned completely crimson. He scrambled on his knees to gather his papers, then bolted into the trees like a beaten dog, his hands covering his burning face.
Inside the pavilion, the atmosphere was warm and professional.
Dr. Gu Qinghe personally signed twenty brilliant medical graduates, welcoming them to Taichu Hospital’s new clinical research wing.
“In our hospital, you will never be forced to prescribe fake starch pills or overcharge poor patients,” Dr. Gu said with warm dignity, shaking each student’s hand. “Your only duty will be healing human lives.”
Master Lu Jian hired fifty structural and mechanical engineers, handing them yellow hard hats and apartment key vouchers on the spot.
“Boys and girls, we have three sanctuary towers to erect before winter!” Lu Jian roared cheerfully, clapping a young graduate on the shoulder. “Eat well at Grandma Chen’s canteen tonight, because tomorrow we pour the deepest foundations in Jiangcheng!”
By two in the afternoon, all three hundred and fifty contracts had been signed, verified, and sealed. Three hundred and fifty honest scholars held official corporate badges, their bank accounts credited with their eighty-five-thousand-yuan signing bonuses.
Lin Mo stood on the pavilion terrace, sipping warm tea from his thermos.
Beside him, Professor Xu smiled peacefully, looking down at the happy young faces. “Xiao Mo, this campus has not seen such hope in thirty years.”
Suddenly, rapid footsteps dashed up the wooden terrace steps.
Chen Yu rushed toward Lin Mo. His face was paper-white, and tears streamed uncontrollably down his cheeks. In his hand, his smartphone was shaking violently.
“Chairman Lin... Professor Xu...” Chen Yu choked out, his voice cracking with sheer panic. “Help me... please help my mother!”
Lin Mo set his thermos down, his eyes instantly sharp. “Chen Yu, calm down. What happened?”
Chen Yu fell to one knee, holding out his phone. Through the speaker, the hysterical weeping of his teenage sister could be heard over the sound of breaking glass and screaming men:
“Brother! Hurry home! Ten men with iron bats kicked our front door down! They say you signed a micro-loan on the Golden-Campus App for Mom’s dialysis! They say the weekly interest compounded to six million yuan! They are dragging Mom out of her hospital bed!”
A chilling, gravelly voice cut through the phone:
“Chen Yu, you little brat. You have thirty minutes to bring six million in cash to the North Campus gate. If you call the cops, your mother won’t live to see sunset.”
The call went dead with a click.
Lin Mo’s eyes narrowed into slits of pure, frozen killing intent.
“Dr. Gu,” Lin Mo ordered without a moment’s hesitation. “Scramble the Taichu Sanctuary medical rescue helicopter immediately. Fly directly to Chen Yu’s county hospital, secure his mother, and bring her to our ICU.”
Dr. Gu Qinghe snapped his emergency radio open. “Air ambulance team airborne in three minutes, Chairman Lin!”
Beside Lin Mo, Tie Niu stepped forward, his knuckles cracking with the sound of snapping timber. His heavy jaw hardened like cast iron.
“Chairman Lin,” Tie Niu growled, his voice vibrating with Rank 1 Peak external power. “Give the order.”
Lin Mo looked toward the northern gate of the campus, where the autumn shadows lengthened across the asphalt.
“Tie Niu, take twenty Iron Guard brothers in our executive vans,” Lin Mo said, his voice flat and deadly. “Predatory loan sharks dare to extort our scholars and threaten an innocent mother. Let us go to the North Gate and teach them the cost of usury.”