"Hmph! Tong Xiao, don't boss me around here...I've followed all the rules! The upper management of Vermilion Bird decided in the meeting to open these spots to the public, without specifying any conditions, right? Is there anything wrong with how I recruit people?"
With a cold sneer, Qiao Shan said, "Don't delay the next one from registering; once the last spot is filled, we can close up shop! Come on, anyone else wishing to continue registering, please raise your hand and report your details!"
Qiao Shan yelled at the crowd, and an eighty-year-old man with gray hair and beard shakily raised his hand and said, "I...I'd like to register..." The old man, leaning on his cane, trembling with every step, walked up and handed his crooked details to Qiao Shan.
It seemed as if the old man might pass out at any moment. An old man like him was actually participating in the Military Martial drills—wasn't that a joke?
Tong Xiao was nearly driven mad, "Stop! Someone...stop them!"
