章 62: Two Rounds

On the opposite side, Fang Yuan reached the entrance of a company, precisely following the directions provided by her mother. The building's exterior boasted glass walls and stood impressively at 18 to 19 stories high, spanning five to six shops in width. Dominating the entrance was a large engraved rock bearing the name: Cheng Ming Clothing Co. Ltd.

Fang Yuan: "…" Weren't we under the impression that this was a small-scale company?

As she stepped into the lobby on the first floor, a sight met her eyes— the lady stationed at the front desk was caught in a nap. Fang Yuan gave a soft utterance, "Excuse me."

The slumbering young lady jolted awake, her gaze landing on the newcomer, a mere high school student. She rubbed her eyes and inquired, "Um, hello there? Are you sure you're in the right place? This is Cheng Ming Clothing Co. Ltd…"

Fang Yuan: "I'm Fang Yuan. I'm here for work."