As the time approached, about twenty girls had arrived. Most of them had probably come with friends or to watch the excitement after hearing that there was a model audition. They were all quiet and sat in their seats.

By 1:00 PM, all thirty-odd seats were filled. Zhang Kui's secretary closed the door from the inside, and anyone who came to apply after that would not be hired, no matter who they were.

A good sense of time is often the first hurdle in an interview.

The female students who entered first breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this scene: thank goodness they arrived early, otherwise they would have been locked out.

In fact, most of the girls present did not understand the meaning of the word "model," but they had obviously learned something from the teacher that it simply meant promoting the new clothing line.

It's not like we're doing manual labor or washing dishes, no wonder so many people are flocking in.

Ye Wanying nodded to Zhang Kui, who was sitting to the side, indicating that they could begin.

Zhang Kui gave his secretary a look, and soon the secretary stepped forward with yesterday's registration form: "Now, students whose names I call, please stand over here."

Li Hong...Cao Jie...Guan Lin...Zhou Minjun...Peng Yangling...

Song Jiao... Li Na... Yang Ting...

The list of those who signed up yesterday, including the few girls from the finance class introduced by Gao Zixiu and others, totaled nineteen people, but only eight were needed.

The students whose names were called were already standing in the designated area.

At this moment, a girl who didn't know the news yesterday raised her hand.

"Does this student have any questions?" the secretary asked calmly.

Upon hearing this, the female student didn't seem nervous at all: "Yes, I just want to know if the spots have already been decided internally?"

Ye Wanying immediately shook her head and explained, "Our interviews are conducted in a fair and impartial manner, and there is no rule about pre-selection."

The female student paused, her eyes filled with struggle, before finally speaking again: "Since there's no pre-selection, can we still register on the spot?"

The girl who asked the question was very pretty, with an oval face, big eyes, a high nose, small lips, and a tall and slender figure.

Ye Wanying glanced around at all the girls in the room. There were only about thirty people in total. It wouldn't be a problem to sign up on the spot. It's survival of the fittest, and business is business, isn't it?

"Okay! You have twenty minutes to fill out the registration form. The interviews will officially begin at 1:30."

As soon as Ye Wanying finished speaking, the girls who hadn't registered yesterday were excited, but some of the nearly twenty female students standing in the designated positions didn't look so happy.

After all, with only nineteen people, the chances of success are greater.

If it were thirty people, the success rate would be drastically reduced, and it would be strange to be happy.

Only a small number of people with a better mindset did not feel threatened by this and stood there confidently, unmoved.

This small portion, however, is what Ye Wanying greatly appreciates.

Regardless of their subsequent performance, their composure alone suggests that they would not panic or act erratically in the event of an emergency.

Such people are efficient and don't waste words.

Naturally, no one present could discern Ye Wanying's true thoughts.

The secretary was accepting on-site registrations from the female students, which was quite lively, with lots of chatter, and she seemed quite annoyed by the noise.

Normally, people negotiate and sign contracts in offices, coffee shops, companies, or factories. When did it degenerate into something like a vegetable market?