Chapter 136 Certificate Examination
After getting dressed and washing up, Zhang Allen woke up Dominic and Jennifer.
"Whose turn is it to cook today?"
"The breakfast you made is delicious, why not make it? People who are capable should give more." Jennifer came up to him, wanting a warm hug.
"Go wash your face and brush your teeth!" Zhang Ailun directly rejected her and sent her to the bathroom.
Jennifer went to wash up reluctantly, and finally Dominic took the initiative to take over the task of making breakfast, and also woke up the punk girl Jesse.
Zhang Ailun looked at the sleepy Jess, wondering how she put on her makeup. How come it didn't fall off after a whole night?
After washing up, she took off her eye shadow and long eyelashes, took off her lip studs, changed into Jennifer's clothes, and sat there looking peaceful.
Wearing a pink teddy bear T-shirt, shorts, white socks, and sneakers, she looks like a girl next door. Being young is great! She is completely different from the one who was acting crazy yesterday.
Feeling that Zhang Ailun was observing her, she also smiled slightly.
Dominic quickly prepared breakfast and brought it to the table.
"What are your plans for today?" Zhang Ailun asked.
"To make money," Jennifer said.
“Pick up cans and sell cans,” Dominic said.
"Go to the funeral home and play with the dead," said Jesse.
???
The three of them looked at her. Jesse munched on his sandwich with a normal expression and explained, "I'll be a part-time porter there. After that, I'll go pick up cans on the street. I can earn twice as much money in a day!"
Then you are really a little genius.
"But before that I have to set up the tent, Dominic you have to help me." Jesse said.
"Ok." Dominic nodded.
Zhang Ailun saw that she seemed like a normal person today, and after chatting with her for a few minutes, he didn't pay much attention to her.
But Jesse continued to say something shocking, "I feel that living in an RV is not as comfortable as living in a tent alone. At least when I want a man, I can do it without caring about your opinions."
"..."
Allen Zhang and Jennifer looked at each other.
This girl is even crazier than you, she is indeed a mental patient.
After finishing breakfast and simply washing the dishes, Zhang Ailun received another email notification. He took a look and saw that it was full of official English wording and sentences.
大致意思是：你已经通过了我们的线上笔试审核，可以进行线下的正式考核，请在上午10:30-11:59分，下午13:30-17:59分时间段前往郊区xx地点的线下场地进行职业考核。
There are also reminder text and serial numbers.
By the way: your card number is the [mysterious code]. Please back up and save your serial number to prevent it from being stolen by malicious people. This number is unique and will be used to make identity cards and legal documents after passing the assessment... and so on.
Zhang Ailun simply glanced over the thousands of words of text, downloaded a backup of his card number, and left a copy for Sig to send.
Are you kidding? Without giving my card number to anyone else, how could I pass the exam with my ability alone?
Of course, one copy goes to the person who took the test for me and one copy goes to me.
He put away his phone, said hello to the three people, left the RV immediately, found Sig who had returned from Camp No. 9 next door, and informed him of the news.
Sig also received the number that Zhang Ailun sent to him, and was a little surprised: "The written test has been reviewed? Then all you need to do next is go to the venue for the assessment. If the result is excellent, you may be able to print and get the certificate on the same day, and wait two days for the certificate to be effective. If the result is poor, the auditor will need to review it several times, and the progress of printing and entering the system will be slower."
He added, "I just handed the box to the people from Phismodon and asked them to deal with the medical drugs. I also promised to give them some running errand fees when the time comes."
Zhang Allen was still relieved by Xige's work, and nodded immediately, "Are you confident that you can pass the test in one try? We have to pay the invigilator a $50 passing fee. 50 for one try, and 100 for two tries."
"I'm sure!"
Sig may not be so confident in other aspects, but when it comes to shooting, he is not a sharpshooter who can shoot whatever he points at, but he is much better than non-professionals.
"Ok, let's go." Zhang Ailun decided to go with him to take a look.
The two got into a pickup truck and drove directly out of the city and headed for a designated location in the suburbs.
It took dozens of minutes to reach the suburbs. This was also the first time Zhang Ailun saw the security training and assessment base.
In fact, it is not that mysterious. The building of the facility should be converted from a construction site. At first glance, the iron nets and fences look like a small military base, but more like a wilderness shooting range.
Many people drove into the parking lot, unloaded their equipment, and lined up outside the door to swipe their cards and get receipts.
Sig stopped the car, put the gun he was carrying in the car, and locked the doors and windows.
Zhang Ailan gave him $50, and Sig went straight to the queue as if he was familiar with the place.
There are five levels in total, including a range test for shooting, a mobile test, and a requirement to hit a dummy. Physical fitness tests include wall climbing and parkour, first aid and measures to protect the employer, psychological tests, and assessment of adaptability. You can see that the staff are conscientious, acting as both kidnappers and hostages, just like a large offline real casino in .
It is divided into many small projects, which are quite complicated. Each project will add points. The accumulated score will reach the standard to pass, and exceed the score line to be excellent.
If it was the second event, Zhang Ailun might get a very high score, but he would have a hard time passing the first level. His aim was not good, so it was useless to say anything.
There are security personnel in various places in the base, but they are basically just for show and no one will cause trouble here. There is a shooting range facility not far away, and many people are shooting there nervously to warm up their hands.
Zhang Ailun was also very interested and went over to ask about the price.
The staff member replied: "This is a shooting event specially set up for the assessment members and their accompanying family members. The ticket is $50 per person. You can choose any gun and shoot any bullet you want."
so cheap?
Zhang Ailun immediately took out fifty dollars to register and paid the fee, received his badge, and entered the shooting range under the guidance of the staff.
The sound of people shooting guns nearby was endless. Bullets were placed in boxes and on the weapon racks were a variety of pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, and submachine guns.
The reason why bullets are relatively cheap is that the bullets stockpiled here are all expiring and need to be dealt with as soon as possible. It is cheap to purchase and all models can be found. The assembly line cost of a copper bullet is only a few cents. If it is a steel bullet, it is even cheaper. It is only sold at a higher price in shops and convenience stores.
The general price of a box of bullets in the supermarket is only a dozen to several dozen dollars. If Sig buys from his friends, it will be cheaper, and he can make a profit by buying from five dollars a box.
Seeing that Zhang Ailun was an Asian who found everything new, the staff concluded that he had not shot much and might not understand the rules here. They also gave Zhang Ailun a detailed introduction to the items and rules, including not pointing the gun at people, checking the safety before shooting and loading bullets, etc.
Basically, there are a few major rules to pay attention to. Zhang Ailun understands this and has played it in a shooting range before. He just can't shoot accurately, it's not like he hasn't tried it before.
He picked a handy Beretta 92F. He liked this pistol because it was comfortable to hold, had little recoil, and looked very cool.
I took a few boxes of bullets, stood in position, and started shooting. At targets of 30 or 50 meters, I would basically hit two out of ten, or even just barely. If I was lucky, I could hit the center of the target, but I didn't have much shooting talent.
With this level, he is an amateur among amateurs and the worst among the worst in such a large shooting range.
Complete newbie.
Zhang Ailun fired two sets of magazines in succession until his wrist became sore, then he stopped to rest. His shooting performance also improved slightly.
He turned his head and looked at the other professional players for a while.
A fat man with a beard, wearing overalls and Martin boots, holding a Glock 21, loaded the bullet skillfully, aimed at a fixed target meters away, and shot out. The target made a clanging sound as if it was dancing.
All hit.
Zhang Ailun took a look at his opponent's shooting skills, then looked at his own target.
Thanks, I was struck.
Why can't I hit the target? Because it is kind by nature! I can't bear to hit it!
"Hey, buddy, are you here for the test? You're so accurate that you never miss a shot. You should have passed all the major tests, right?" While the bearded man was changing the magazine, Zhang Ailun also asked him about his situation.
"No, I was too nervous and lost a lot of points when shooting on the move."
The bearded man took a look at Zhang Ailun's target and asked with a smile, "Are you here with your friend?"
"Ah."
Zhang Ailun could only say this. After all, if he used his shooting skills to protect his employer, he didn't know who would die. It was not easy to talk about finding someone to take the exam for him.
"I didn't pass the test this time, so I can only wait for the next time." The bearded man said, and then motioned Zhang Ailun to look at the man dressed as a cowboy next to him, and said: "He is also very accurate in shooting. He can hit fixed targets wherever he points, and even moving targets are also very accurate. But he is just like me. He failed the test four or five times. The main reason is that he failed in the psychological test and the test of adaptability."
"It's no use being an accurate shooter. You have to let your employer see that you are working for him. Protect your employer while protecting yourself."
My goodness, if this guy can’t make it through this level, then I will definitely not be able to make it through.
Zhang Ailun felt that this didn't seem like an assessment of gun licenses and safety guarantees, but rather a selection of ace special forces soldiers!
The president's bodyguards are just about this level, but that group of people are all packaged, and their actual business may not be as good as the security guards on the roadside who are paid $200 a day.
We can only comfort the other party and encourage them to keep trying.
The assessment is like this, the system is quite rigid, and the driver's license test also requires driving according to the requirements, but who will drive according to the requirements in reality?
If there were no traffic lights or cameras and you were in a hurry, you would definitely step on the accelerator to the bottom.
After saying hello to the bearded man, Zhang Ailun went to other places to try other firearms, rifles, submachine guns, and even lever rifles. He could not feel the guns and the bullets were flying around.
But I've gotten the hang of it.
This is what happens when you don't have a talent for shooting. A sharpshooter is made entirely of bullets. Wait until the leader has fired one ton of bullets, two tons of bullets, or ten tons of bullets. Do you still dare to say that the leader's accuracy is poor?
Zhang Ailun shot for a long time and was surprised to find that he had not seen a single black person here.
No wonder all the participants in shooting events in every Olympic Games are white people, while all the participants in sprint and long-distance running are black people.
After waiting for a few more hours, around noon, Sig came out.
Zhang Ailun had left the shooting range long ago and was sitting nearby to rest, chatting with Reina on his phone.
Zhang Ailun: My hands are red from pressing the gun!
Rena: What kind of gun are you pressing?
Zhang Ailun: There are all kinds of guns at the shooting range.
Reina: Oh, I thought you were being naughty again. Your bank card has been issued. Remember to come and get it when you have time. I will personally help you to suppress the gun!
Zhang Ailun: …
After putting away his phone, he turned around and saw the complacent Sig, and asked him, "How was the assessment? Did you pass? From the looks of you, you should have passed."
Sig handed him a form directly, full of confidence, "Look at the results above, every item is excellent, they are all things I am good at. I have taken the test once before, and it was a more rigorous quasi-combat assessment conducted in the army. How could I not be able to do it!"
Zhang Ailun took a look at the report card. His name was on it, his photo was on it, his grades were excellent, but he was not the one who assessed it.
Emptiness! Absolute emptiness!!
An ugly system! Money transactions! And me who got in through the back door.
"When can I get the CCW certificate?" Zhang Ailun only sighed for less than two seconds before ignoring these small details.
"I originally thought that it could be printed out on the same day, but there are quite a lot of people who passed today, so we need to queue up to input the scores for review and printing. It will not be printed out until tomorrow at the latest. Don't worry, you have paid the money after all, and you are ahead of many people in the queue, so it will definitely be printed out soon." Sig comforted.
"When the time comes, should we come here to collect the certificate, or go to the special department in the city? Or should we mail it?" Zhang Ailun asked again.
"It costs $15 to print from the suburbs and send to an urban address, but the advantage is that you can get the certificate as soon as possible without wasting time. If you print on Saturdays and Sundays, their staff will be resting and not working. You may have to wait another two days."
"I haven't finished filling out these forms either, so I wanted to come and ask for your opinion," Sig explained.
"Then mail it."
Zhang Ailun filled out the address information of the green shelter and paid Sig $15. When the package arrives in the mail, he can pick it up directly.
Sig filled out the form and handed it in. After they came out, they got in the car. When the driver stopped at a traffic light, Sig took out his phone and looked at it. He was surprised and said, "The $12000 has arrived!!"
"Then log on to the official website of the Los Angeles Charity Organization and choose the Green Letter Shelter to make a charitable donation. When filling in the small project, an option for outstanding employees will appear. Remember to select the outstanding employees Hamburg Juan King and Reina."
Zhang Ailun thought about it and decided that since they were all family, Reina’s savings should be much more than his.
Sig immediately took action.
“All donated?”
"Yes!"
Bank account debited -$12000. Thank you for this charitable donation!
What Zhang Ailun saw was +12000 US dollars.
Pay taxes? I don't give a shit!
I don't want to pay you a penny.
Today I spent $150, leaving me with a remaining wealth of $42480.
Wuhu! Exciting!
(End of this chapter)
