Next, Taoran looked at Chen Xuan and asked, "You're Chen Xuan, right?"
"Yes, but you can just call me Xuan," he replied with a smile.
From appearances alone, the thirty-something Taoran looked like he could be the uncle of the early-forties Xuan. The old adage about never judging a book by its cover had never been more accurate.
"Alright, alright. I'll call you Xuan then," Taoran said. "You've been in this industry for a while, right? Have you handled any major projects before?"
Although Xuan looked much younger than his actual age, he didn't exactly pass for a fresh-faced kid. At roughly twenty-five or twenty-six, a programmer certainly couldn't be a complete rookie—otherwise, they would be quickly replaced by a younger, hungrier generation within a few years. After all, for developers over thirty-five, the elimination rate was brutally high unless they transitioned into management rather than purely sticking to technical work.
