Zhang Heng was no stranger to Administration Building No. 1 of the nuclear power plant.
This was because nine months ago, he, Coconut, and the others had a "friendly" conversation with the plant manager, Breuhanov, and the chief engineer, Fomin, in the underground bunker of this building.
Now, Zhang Heng was here again. Wearing a suit, leather shoes, and slicked-back hair, he followed the receptionist to the small conference room on the fourth floor.
There were already many people dressed like him sitting in the corridor. Zhang Heng found the corresponding seats according to his number. From the arrangement, it could be seen that there were four people in front of him and three people behind.
Including Zhang Heng, the eight people were all here to apply for jobs at the nuclear power plant. Each wore different expressions; some were nervous, some shook their legs, some closed their eyes to rest, and some were constantly wiping their sweat.
