"Is it really that simple? Dong, you're not fooling me, are you?"
Wei Ming looked at Dong Laishui with a suspicious face, mainly because Dong Laishui's account of his interview experience was rather odd.
However, Dong Laishui's expression was too serious, and Wei Ming had no choice but to believe what Dong Laishui said.
"Trust me, it's that simple. You may think the interview questions are easy, but when you actually start writing, you will start questioning life itself,"
Dong Laishui gently patted Wei Ming on the shoulder, saying it seriously.
Then, he sighed deeply with emotion. It wasn't that the questions were simple; it was that I had become too complicated...
Dong Laishui subconsciously touched his left pocket, but didn't find his cigarettes.
Wei Ming, being a salesperson, quickly noticed what he was looking for, and smoothly pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, taking one out and handing it to Dong Laishui.
"Dong, have one."
