“Ah?” Evelyn Carter was almost dizzy with confusion. Judging by Sister Bennett’s attitude, she didn’t seem to be joking. Evelyn Carter asked in astonishment, “No way, after spending several thousand, running around for two or three days, gathering information on so many people, and now we’re just giving it all up?”

“Correct. Mr. Brooks requested that you host this round of interviews.” Tina Bennett smiled, gesturing politely as she handed the shorthand notes to Evelyn Carter. As Evelyn Carter looked at them, a cloud passed over her face. She asked, a bit unwillingly, “We’re sending everyone away on the spot? Not keeping even one? Not even leaving them a shred of dignity?”

Yeah, this was way beyond Evelyn Carter’s expectations. Even if it was just for cleaning, answering phones, or filing documents, at least give the applicants something to remember. But now, it felt like they were just toying with people.

“Having compassion is good, but in our line of work, compassion isn’t exactly a compliment. Get ready, Supervisor Thompson and I will play the bad guys with you.” said Tina Bennett.

Evelyn Carter shook her head and followed Tina Bennett out. The way this was being handled left her feeling quite frustrated...

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Every day brings unexpected things, like this recruitment. Over two thousand job postings, but fewer than thirty people actually showed up. They were all gathered in a large conference room, looking as bewildered as Granny Liu’s first visit to the Grand View Garden. The company’s bright, spotless office environment, the uniquely designed cubicles, and those high-end computer monitors shining through the glass—all made the applicants feel uneasy.

Exactly, the more professional and upscale the company, the slimmer the chances of getting hired.

And it was obvious things didn’t match up. Of the twenty-seven or twenty-eight people, more than half were overweight, with chubby cheeks and dazed eyes, making one wonder if this was the result of long-term late nights. A few were dressed decently, but their expressions were shifty and lacked confidence. Oh, and there were actually three women: one was too fat, like a silly girl who never leaves home; one was too small, still looked like a student; and one did look like a businesswoman, but when she opened her mouth, her crooked teeth instantly killed any male hormones in those trying to sneak a peek.

In a word, it was a bit of a sorry sight.

Paul Grant arrived the earliest and saw everything clearly. With so many people, not even the recruiters would be impressed—either too fat, lacking even the most basic professional appearance, or simply with no experience at all, not even the bare minimum of job-seeking confidence.

Oh, wait, someone else hurried in—a blue shirt, suit pants, muscular bare arms, tanned face, upright posture—immediately drawing envious glances from the homebody guys. He walked straight to the last row and sat down, wiping his sweat.

“I know you.” Paul Grant moved over two seats and sat next to the guy.

The voice sounded like a girl’s, and at first glance he looked like a girl, but his clothes were definitely male. David Clark was startled and said bluntly, “Don’t try to get chummy with me, I’m not into that.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d been misunderstood like this. Paul Grant smiled and said, “Me neither. I really do know you. You’re a delivery guy. I work at the Huifang District cooperative business hall—you’ve delivered flyers and phones to us.”

“Yeah… How come I don’t remember you?” David Clark was puzzled. As a delivery guy, he met too many people to remember them all, no matter how good his memory.

“I’m too ordinary, not as distinctive as you. You delivered custom flyers to us, carrying four stacks on your arms and striding right in. Our little boss at the business hall was stunned, and then scolded us… ‘Look at how that kid works! Now look at you guys, you’re really letting the family down…’” Paul Grant recalled the funny incident and shared it with David Clark with a smile. His gut told him this was a straightforward, open-minded guy from the north, whose honest demeanor made him instantly likable.

“Don’t even mention it. Doing hard labor, just a beast of burden. When bragging to others, I say my company has branches nationwide, but I never dare admit I’m a delivery guy.” David Clark wiped his sweat and joked self-deprecatingly.

Paul Grant chuckled and reached out his hand. “Same here. I tell people I’m in the high-end communications industry, but usually don’t mention I sell cell phones… Nice to meet you, I’m Paul Grant.”

“David Clark.” David Clark shook his hand. Two guys down on their luck, meeting without judgment—their smiles were definitely genuine.

Young people always bond easily. The two whispered a few words, growing closer as they talked. Turns out, both had just lost their jobs and were here to try their luck. Seeing how high-end the company was, neither had much hope, and they were already discussing backup plans. David Clark said if this didn’t work out, he’d try his luck at another delivery company—after all, that line of work had the lowest threshold, paid by the piece, and as long as you could work, you could make money.

As they were talking, the last candidate rushed in—a tall, skinny guy in a horizontally striped T-shirt, stumbling in so fast he almost tripped, making some of the applicants nearly burst out laughing. Then, seeing his face—long and horsey, with a garlic-shaped nose and little tiger teeth—he looked straight out of an anime. The homebody guys were stunned by his creative looks, then started snickering.

“San’er? Over here.” David Clark recognized him.

“Yo, David Clark? Hey hey!” Sam Parker grinned, bouncing over to the last row, plopping down next to David Clark, throwing an arm around him and asking warmly, “Wow, it’s been over half a year since I saw you. Where’ve you been?”