"Name?"
"Lu... Lu Xiaoxiao."
"Education?"
"2... Project 211..."
"Next one."
"Eh?! B-but..."
Before Lu Xiaoxiao could react, he was already carried out with his arms and bags by two weak-looking security guards. After standing in the cold wind for a while, with his head still in a state of confusion, he roared majestically with strong resentment: "Ahhhhh, give me back my resume!!!" He had no idea that in the cool-looking car next to him, a certain legendary young talent covered his ears impatiently.