In the office, Ding Yiyi stood aside and handed his resume to the man who sat in the chair of the boss.

There's no air-conditioning in the office. There's only a desktop fan turning in the direction of a man. She feels wet all over her body. Sweat on her forehead slides down her chin to her neck and into her collar.

The man looked at her, ripped his resume in half, threw it into the garbage can and said, "I don't need your experience to do things here."

After that, he drew a bottle of liquor and a goblet from under the table, poured a glass full of liquor,...