The director of the scrap station, Zhang Yang, was brimming with confidence, walking with a spring in his step.
With just two calls, the word about the availability of five job positions accidentally got out.
In the director's office, the director who made the calls was humbly refusing offers.
"This isn't right, there's no need for so many people to come."
"Oh dear, this is so embarrassing, alright then, I'll reluctantly accept."
"Dinner? Impossible, our kitchen is out of order.... Bring your own? That's too embarrassing."
"Hahaha! Alright, alright!"
The director hung up the phone and looked at Jiang Cheng with particularly kind eyes.
Such a good comrade!
Always praising him behind his back and even helping him out in times of need.
"Xiao Jiang, you're almost done with your temporary job, right? I think you're doing really well. Do you want to consider staying here?"
The director genuinely wanted her to stay, but Jiang Cheng really didn't have the time.
