Inside a large supermarket.
Yu Zhiwen had already changed into a supermarket staff uniform, standing at the checkout counter, smoothly integrating into the role of a cashier.
She was also wearing a mask.
There were no exaggerated decorations on her body.
She was as plain as a normal cashier.
Starting from nine in the morning, the number of customers in the supermarket increased, and the cashier's work became heavier.
Yu Zhiwen, who had just learned the cashier system, was somewhat flustered.
Fortunately, the distance between the cashier and the customers was very close, and Yu Zhiwen's eyebrows and eyes were quite pretty and beautiful, so many customers who were originally complaining still gave her some face when they saw her beautiful big eyes.
Even many male customers would constantly turn their heads to sneak a peek at her after checking out.
They thought, "This cashier is quite pretty today."
"Just those watery big eyes are very attractive."
"Plus, her figure is also good."
So, Yu Zhiwen was the most noticeable one.
Meanwhile, in a meeting room at the customer service center.
Thirty supermarket employees were gathered around, watching the live broadcast screen, all smiling, pointing, and commenting.
If you ask if she looked like one?
Her appearance was passable.
Anyway, once she put on the supermarket uniform and a mask, most people really couldn't tell the difference.
But the feeling just wasn't right.
One reason was that her posture in every move was off.
Supermarket cashiers are generally quite tough, and their movements are often indifferent, unlike Yu Zhiwen, who was so careful and cautious.
Another reason was her way of speaking.
Yu Zhiwen was too polite.
And listening to her voice always gave a feeling of wanting to hug and cuddle her.
Could this work?
Isn't she being a flirt?
So, the meeting room was filled with ridicule.
...
A rolling mill on the outskirts of Jiangnan City.
In the deputy factory director's office.
The deputy factory director personally led a team of thirty workers, overseeing the situation in front of the monitors.
Moreover, the walkie-talkie was within reach.
He could call at any time.
The deputy factory director looked nervous.
There was no hint of relaxation or pleasure on his face.
He stared wide-eyed at the live broadcast camera.
Why was he nervous?
The workers at the rolling mill were different from other workers.
The workers here were skilled technicians.
Whether they were fitters, blacksmiths, or other miscellaneous trades, they were all people who required craftsmanship.
What was Tao Yilun?
He was a small celebrity.
It would have been fine if he just came to experience transporting materials or something, but the production team insisted on having him portray a fitter.
To be a fitter, you need to be equipped with a machine tool, right?
And you need tools, right?
Can ordinary people operate those massive machine tools?
If he's not careful, his hand might get caught in it.
Can the rolling mill afford to compensate for that?
But there was no choice!
The factory director accepted the client's request and took the money, then immediately assigned the task to the deputy factory director, who could only grit his teeth and supervise.
As soon as there was any sign of trouble, he would immediately use the walkie-talkie to call for help.
Moreover, in the workshop where Tao Yilun was, several old skilled workers had been replaced and were all surrounding him.
Once there was any problem, they would immediately rescue him.
Fortunately, Tao Yilun in the video seemed quite stable.
After simple training, he worked in a methodical manner.
And the production team also stated that Tao Yilun was only playing a role, not actually coming to be a fitter; what they wanted was the right state.
As for how well he could handle it?
As long as he didn't injure himself, it was fine.
Finally, the deputy factory director and the audience still had to score him.
...
In a research institute in Jiangnan City.
In a large meeting room on the third floor of the scientific research building.
An old professor was giving a report.
More than thirty researchers, including Chen Feng, were sitting below.
He was wearing a very ordinary white lab coat, holding a notebook and pen, taking notes while listening to the report.
In another meeting room.
The head of the research institute's publicity department, Lu Jun, was leading thirty staff members to watch the live broadcast screen.
The screen showed Chen Feng's meticulous image.
Lu Jun, the head of the publicity department, pointed at Chen Feng's image and laughed, "Look at him, even an actor is more serious than you usually are when listening to reports."
A staff member next to him immediately complained, "Director Lu, are you kidding? This guy is just here to perform, okay? He's just acting."
Someone else on the other side also laughed, "Exactly, Director. What Professor Gao is talking about, can he understand anything? Do you really think he's listening?"
"Haha, if the camera could show his notebook, I'd really like to see what he's pretending to write?"
"Definitely drawing pictures."
"No, he's probably writing insults."
"Insulting whom? Insulting our Professor Gao? Then he's a bit out of line."
"Let's make a bet, guess what he's writing?"
"Bet on what? Where's a camera that can move over there?"
"There really is one."
"Hey? The camera switched. Oh my god, is there really a hidden camera there? Look quickly, it's focusing, it's focusing. What is he writing?"
Everyone in the meeting room was excited.
They all craned their necks forward, wanting to quickly see what was written in Chen Feng's notebook.
Soon.
The switched camera focused clearly.
Chen Feng's notebook was magnified countless times on the projected live broadcast screen, and what he was writing could be clearly seen.
"What the...?"
"Holy cow, he's really taking notes?"
"No way?"
"Am I seeing things? He's recording Professor Gao's key points?"
"Look at the other page, oh my goodness, he actually recorded the Fourier transform formula?"
"This... is it reasonable, Director Lu?"
...
Lu Jun was also dumbfounded.
He stared wide-eyed, carefully looking at what was recorded in the notebook.
It was indeed the key points of the meeting.
And Chen Feng had been writing continuously, without stopping.
What he wrote was concise, making it clear at a glance what the old professor had been talking about earlier.
The meeting room was in an uproar.
The researchers were all like they had seen a ghost.
So, was this Chen Feng really a graduate of Yan Film Academy?
He couldn't possibly be a top student from some other science and engineering university, could he?
...
A whole morning.
Five scenes played out different pictures.
Some scenes were relaxed, some were boring, some were sarcastic, and some were shocking.
In short, the outdoor shooting effect was particularly good.
In a flash, it was noon.
Time for lunch.
...
In the canteen of a government agency.
A Yi was wearing a white hat, arm sleeves, and a mask, holding a large ladle, standing at the window serving rice and dishes to the agency staff.
This was a test point.
She couldn't let anyone see through her.
...
In the supermarket.
Yu Zhiwen was also ready to eat.
Like the other cashiers, it was a collective boxed lunch ordered by the supermarket.
She had to eat it.
And she had to eat it crowded at the service center counter like the other employees.
She also couldn't let anyone see through her.
...
At the construction site.
Han Tao was also ready to eat.
It was also a lunch box.
And it was the very cheap kind of lunch box.
He needed to squat with everyone else in the open area of the construction site to eat.
He also couldn't let anyone see through him.
...
At the rolling mill.
Tao Yilun entered the canteen.
Eating communal meals.
He had to choose a table with the most workers to eat and blend in.
Occasionally saying a few words.
He absolutely couldn't let anyone see through him.
...
Finally, at the research institute.
Chen Feng also entered the research institute's canteen.
He was even more outrageous.
He needed to eat and take notes in his notebook at the same time.
If someone passed by and asked a question during this time, he had to answer every question.
At the same time, he couldn't let anyone see through him.
...
Five contestants, five scenes.
The same assessment points, but different levels of difficulty.
Who would ultimately receive high scores from the audience judges?
