"Ah!"
Seeing this strange sight, Huang Xiaqing and her sister let out another gasp in surprise, then pressed their chests, panting heavily.
Everything was so surreal, beyond the imagination of both people.
Ye Bufan threw the hilt of the knife in his hand into the trash can: "As you can see, this is the effect of a protective artifact."
Huang Xiaomei took a deep breath, trying to calm her excited heart. She lowered her head and glanced at the bracelet on her wrist, noticing that one of the seven beads was missing.
My heart ached seeing that. It's such a life-saving thing, wasted like that.
Huang Xiaqing said with admiration, "Brother Ye, you're truly amazing. You even have such a treasure."
With the protective bracelet, she is no longer worried about her sister's safety.
After breakfast, Huang Xiaomei went shopping as usual, and she and Ye Bufan came to Haitian Pharmaceutical together.
The Haitai Pharmaceutical Group Building is 40 stories high. Even in a metropolis like Shanghai, it's considered a fairly tall building. Looking up, it's imposing and magnificent.
The interview location was on the 8th floor of the building. When they arrived, a notice board had already been posted at the door.
Today, HaiTian Pharmaceutical recruited two employees in total, a sales representative and an assistant to the president.
"Only recruiting one? The quota is a bit too small, isn't it?"
Upon seeing the announcement, Huang Xiaoqing suddenly felt a bit nervous.
He then took two more steps forward and saw a room on the left with a sign that read "Sales Staff Interviews," and a room on the right with a sign that read "President Assistant Interviews."
The door was open, and she glanced inside. There were more than a dozen people there preparing for the exam, each dressed in fine clothes and with an extraordinary air.
It's no wonder that Haitian Pharmaceutical has a big reputation. Its employee benefits are renowned as being excellent, and even casually recruiting an employee would result in a large queue of applicants.
This is still not publicly advertised, otherwise it would definitely not be just a dozen people.
"Big Brother Ye, with so many people competing for one position, I don't think I stand a chance."
Huang Xiaoqing suddenly felt nervous. Over the years, she had put her own studies on hold after graduating from undergraduate school in order to take care of her younger sister.
And the work experience is not particularly rich, compared to others, it is obviously at a disadvantage.
"Don't worry, just go in and rest first. I'll be right with you."
"Well then."
Huang Xiaoqing nodded. Since she was here, there was no reason to leave. If it didn't work out, she could call Mr. Chen.
To make a living for her family, she had no choice but to step inside.
She found an empty seat and sat down. She glanced to the left, and the person in her line of sight was holding a resume and flipping through it. It was filled with dense writing, indicating a wealth of work experience.
He glanced again to the right. The man in his hand held a postgraduate diploma from Shanghai Jiao Tong University, even double degrees.
She glanced at the undergraduate diploma in her hand and the empty resume, and she felt nervous again.
The interview is scheduled for 9:00 AM, but no one will be punctual. Although it's only 8:50 now, almost everyone who's coming has already arrived.
At that moment, footsteps sounded at the door. Huang Xiaqing looked up and saw Ye Bufan walking in.
He had somehow acquired a briefcase, which he tucked under his arm. He strode up to the reception desk and slammed it down with a thud.
"Hello everyone, I'm the interviewer today. Those who pass the interview stay, those who fail leave immediately."
Huang Xiaqing was startled and luckily covered her mouth in time, otherwise she would have let out a scream.
< Ye Gege, what are you doing? When did you become an interviewer? >
The others were also a little puzzled, thinking the interviewer was dressed too casually and seemed a bit too young, not quite what they had expected.
"Are you really the interviewer?"
A man with glasses sitting in front asked.
"Are you questioning me?"
As Ye Bufan spoke, his imposing aura suddenly erupted. A powerful presence instantly filled the room, leaving everyone feeling suffocated.

Even Huang Xiaoqing's eyes widened in an instant. This man was truly too powerful, always giving her a feeling of being unfathomable.
The man in glasses jumped and waved his hands quickly, saying, "No, no, I was just asking casually."
Such overwhelming presence could only be possessed by those who held the power to control the destinies of others, and no one doubted it for a moment.
Ye Bufan ignored him and pointed at the person in the first position: "Cao Xiaoqiang, introduce yourself."
Hearing him accurately call out her own name, the person had no further doubts and immediately stood up and said: "Hello interviewer, my name is Cao Xiaqiang, I graduated from Chengdu University with a master's degree..."
"Stop!"
Before Cao Xiaqiang could finish his sentence, Ye Bufan unceremoniously interrupted, "You're not suited to be a salesperson, you can leave."
"For...Why?"
Caoxiaoqiang asked somewhat unwillingly.
“With your digestive issues, how can you possibly be a sales representative? Go back and take care of your health first before coming back.”
Cao Xiaoqiang was taken aback, obviously not expecting this interviewer to see through his illness right away.
"But sir, although I have a stomach problem, it will definitely not affect my work."
Ye Bufan frowned: "Your digestion isn't good, your flatulence is excessive, I can smell your bad breath from this far away, and you keep passing gas intermittently."
You are applying for a sales position, not a sanitation worker. The most important thing is to make a good impression on the client.
You are not suitable, get out of here.
Cao Xiaoqiang wanted to say something more, but just then, there was an untimely "poof" from behind his backside. It was a loud and long fart.
The few people beside him immediately frowned and quickly covered their noses.
Now he was embarrassed to stay here any longer and ran out, looking utterly humiliated.
Ye Bufan didn't even glance at him, turning to the second interviewee, a woman dressed in very fashionable clothes.
This time, he didn't even ask his name, and simply said, "You can leave now."
"Interviewer, I haven't even had a chance to introduce myself yet? Why am I being asked to leave?"
The woman's face was full of displeasure.
You have some health issues. You are too focused on your appearance and not paying enough attention to keeping warm, which has led to a deficiency of kidney energy. This results in frequent urination; you need to go to the bathroom several times every hour.
Imagine you're in the restroom, and a client arrives. What happens to your company's opportunity?
So you're not suitable either, get out of here.
"I..."
The woman was both embarrassed, angry, and shocked. She couldn't figure out how this interviewer had known about her urinary frequency problem.
But by this time, she had no face to stay here any longer, and hurriedly took her own file and walked out.
Ye Bufan's gaze fell again on the third interviewee, a young man in his twenties.
The man's heart skipped a beat, and he even forgot to introduce his impressive academic background. He blurted out, "Reporting to the interviewer, I am in good health, my gastrointestinal system is healthy, and I don't have frequent urination…"
"You're not qualified either, get out!"
"Why? I'm really not sick..."
"Appearance! As a salesperson, what's most important is appearance!"
With that furrowed brow, how can you possibly represent the image of HaiTian Pharmaceuticals? You're getting a bad review, get out!
"I..."
Though he was unwilling, there was nothing he could do about it. After all, he had been a little too fiery lately and developed a big pimple on his face.
Then, Ye Bufan continued to comment on the remaining interviewees.
“You have night blindness, you’re not suitable for doing business at night, get out of here…”
"You have a bad cervical spine, often feeling dizzy and having headaches. You are not suitable for walking..."
"You often stay up late, your blood sugar is too low... Get lost."

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