"I'm willing! I'm very willing! I'm willing to do anything!" Goto Shunsuke interrupted.

He had already thought it through, even if he ended up in jail, that would be a matter for the future. At worst, he would just keep an eye out while working—going to jail is still better than being a homeless person.

Moreover, in the accounting profession, going to jail isn't a stain, and there's the possibility of reinstatement in the future...

Having a sensible accountant can indeed save Fushimi Roku a lot of trouble. But he couldn't quite trust this guy, always feeling that this young man who teamed up with Kazama Tatsuya to poach clients wasn't any good.

Yet, as they say, you can know a person's face but not their heart. When employing talent, you can't be prejudiced. Since Goto Shunsuke is willing to turn over a new leaf and engage in some grey business, Fushimi Roku naturally has no reason to refuse, planning to keep him on for a trial.

Still the same old tricks: invite, behead, take in as a dog.

Start with an invite.

Fushimi Roku, under the guise of team-building, took Goto Shunsuke downstairs, making it clear it was an interview.

Goto Shunsuke hurriedly got to his feet, following closely behind the president, and asked quietly: "Um... aren't you bringing Senior Kazama and Senior Watanabe?"

He thought he was quite familiar with Kazama Tatsuya and Watanabe Shun and hoped the seniors could say a few good words, increasing his chances of passing the interview.

Of course, Fushimi Roku couldn't bring outsiders; he wanted to conduct a compliance test with Goto Shunsuke alone, casually dismissing him and walked straight into a roadside izakaya.

Goto Shunsuke dared not say much else. Now the president was the biggest thing in his world, and if the president didn't want to bring old employees, that was the president's business; he wasn't qualified to comment.

In the afternoon, the izakaya wasn't very lively, with only a few young non-workers chatting and drinking.

Fushimi Roku ordered two draft beers and several grilled yakitori skewers, signaling Goto Shunsuke to sit beside him, then asked, "Have you ever done anything bad before?"

"No..." Goto Shunsuke instinctively said.

"Hmm?" Fushimi Roku's face immediately fell, eyebrows raised, exuding power without anger: "I'm someone who values honesty above all else. Someone who's not honest isn't worthy to be my employee, nor would I entrust my money and transactions to someone dishonest."

"I understand," Goto Shunsuke mumbled with both hands holding the beer, admitting, "I-I've done bad things before..."

"What bad things?" Fushimi Roku took a sip of draft beer, leaving a ring of foam on his upper lip.

"In elementary school, I mistook strong glue for shampoo and poured it on a female classmate's head, causing her to have to shave her head." Goto Shunsuke said, lowering his head.

Fushimi Roku slapped the table forcefully: "Stop fooling around! Are you making fun of me? What kind of bad thing is that! Say something explosive! I don't believe you haven't done anything particularly reprehensible in your life!"

Goto Shunsuke had to admit reluctantly: "In middle school, I peeked at a female neighbor bathing."

"Oh, a perverted voyeur, huh," Fushimi Roku took another sip of draft beer, pressing on: "Anything else?"

"No, nothing..." Goto Shunsuke truthfully said.

He was naturally timid and a science student, so he couldn't possibly have done anything outrageously bad.

Fushimi Roku squinted, staring at him, applying psychological pressure. Goto Shunsuke sat uneasily, not daring to drink his beer, too nervous to know what to say.

It seemed like there really weren't any other bad things.

Fushimi Roku felt somewhat disappointed. He looked around and noticed a burly middle-aged man sitting in the corner, looking fierce, with a small mustache, appearing hard to mess with.

"You," Fushimi Roku beckoned to Goto Shunsuke and then pointed to the burly man with the mustache: "Go, stab him with a skewer."

The yakitori skewers in this izakaya were made of iron, very solid, and the end was sharp, suitable for stabbing.

"Huh?" Goto Shunsuke was stupefied.

"Go on," Fushimi Roku offered a financial incentive: "If you stab him, I'll let you join the company and guarantee you won't be pursued afterward."

Then he pulled out a police badge from his pocket, slapped it on the table: "Don't mind the way I look, I'm also an active criminal police officer. With me here, even if you stab him with a skewer, nothing will happen, and you won't be prosecuted."

Goto Shunsuke was dumbfounded; he never thought an interview could be so reckless and brutal. It was clear to him that the president cares neither about professional skills nor work experience, only about whether the person is obedient and can do dirty work.

A money-laundering company confirmed.

Perhaps it's a big company colluding with the police, otherwise, how could the president be an active criminal police officer? If this gets exposed, he might never get out of prison...

Goto Shunsuke hesitated, caught in a battle with his conscience.

Fushimi Roku didn't rush him, just waited quietly by the side.

After a while, Goto Shunsuke finally deflated, hanging his head, and said: "I-I can't do it... I'm sorry..."

Fushimi Roku nodded and said: "Very well, I don't need employees who kill for money."

Upon hearing this, Goto Shunsuke realized this was a test, and his eyes suddenly brightened with hope, sensing from the president's tone that not stabbing was the correct choice. He seemed to have passed the test...

Immediately after, Fushimi Roku changed his tone and continued: "Now go pour your beer on his head, for no other reason than I find him annoying. Even if you do this, I may not necessarily hire you; whether or not to do it is your choice."

Goto Shunsuke paused again, wondering if this was the second test; was the correct answer to do it or not?

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