Is it because people from the older generation are naturally authoritative, or am I just becoming less mentally resilient?
Staring at the glistening sweat in his palm, Chen Kai was plunged into self-doubt.
He collapsed onto the large two-meter bed, his gaze lost in the patterns on the ceiling. Perhaps working in Qin Xiang's company could be a good choice. The best option would be a job related to security, so at least he was doing something.
He spent the night restless.
The next day, Chen Kai arrived at Qin Xiang's company with his identification, eagerly anticipating his unknown position as he reported to the Human Resources department.
Looking at the ID card Chen Kai handed over, the HR manager recalled a message he had received earlier that morning—President Qin had arranged for a new employee to join the company. Initially, he had expected a business whiz, but now it seemed he was just a common person.
