"Well, thank you, Manager Wen."

"Come on, this is the labor contract, sign it." He handed me the contract.

I signed it: An Xin.

"Yo, the word is good, very angry!"

"Thank you, Manager Wen, I'll go first."

"Let's go!"

Downstairs, out of the gate, waiting for a taxi at the door, just about to stop an unmanned taxi, the Wen manager's car came. He shouted to me inside, "Do come! If you don't come, it will have a great impact on your future work.

"Oh, I see!"

There's a bus coming. There's no choice but to get on the bus...

Sitting on the bus, I thought, by this time,...