The seventh interviewer was a slightly fatigued senior, with grey-brown hair and brown eyes, large eyebags hung underneath his eyes, sitting behind a desk, brow creased as he sorted through documents on his desk.
"Joe," the interviewer stood up, caught Zheng Qing's hand, shook it casually, and said in a deep and hoarse voice: "Joe Nesbitt, your interviewer, pleased to meet you."
Zheng Qing touched his nose.
He did not detect any hint of pleasure from this senior Nesbitt's tone.
"Zheng Qing," Zheng Qing responded nervously: "Zheng as in serious, Qing as in refreshing... I am very honored to be here for the interview today."
Joe nodded his head, sat back in his chair, and signaled Zheng Qing to sit down too.
"Tell me about yourself."
The senior's words were simple, but they put great pressure on Zheng Qing.
