Ma Yuhan was led by Zhang Yanlin to the door of an office on the second floor.
Zhang Yanlin lightly knocked on the door twice, and a man's voice came from inside, "Come in."
Zhang Yanlin placed his hand on the doorknob, and seeing Ma Yuhan looking somewhat nervous, encouraged him further, "Relax, the boss is a really nice guy."
Upon hearing this, Ma Yuhan managed to squeeze out a smile.
"Good luck with your interview." After saying that, Zhang Yanlin pushed open the door in front of him, allowing Ma Yuhan to enter.
Meanwhile, downstairs, some of the other candidates were also trying to make connections.
The last man to enter, limping, pulled out a pack of Lanzhou cigarettes, opened the stiff cardboard top, and offered it to a man with a buzz cut nearby, "Want one, little brother?"
The latter hesitated a bit, but eventually declined.
So, the limping man took one out for himself, put it in his mouth, "By the way, what did you do before this?"
