"Oh, what a coincidence!"
Fu Renjie took a few strides toward him with a menacing smile.
"Don't tell me you're here for the recruitment. Let me think, what kind of position can an uncultured hick like you apply for?"
As he said this, he held up a sheet of paper and pretended to look through it.
"Oh, right, you can be the factory's security guard!"
He pointed at the list and exclaimed in an exaggerated manner.
Suddenly, everyone in the corridor turned to look at them. Many of the gazes that fell upon Tang Hao showed a slight disdain.
In the eyes of these white-collared folks, a security guard was a low-level position. Those who were security guards were uncultured and would never match up to their cultured statuses.
Tang Hao furrowed his brows and thought silently, 'This guy is still as despicable as he used to be.'
However, he was too lazy to be bothered.
