The next day.
I wish you good luck. You got up very early and even wore a black suit uniform for the interview.
She stood in front of the dressing mirror in her bedroom, staring blankly at the temporary work badge on her chest, a growing sense of nervousness rising within her.
Last night before bed, Tang Song's mind was filled with worries about failing her job interview today. These thoughts calmed her down, making her more composed and allowing her to sleep soundly.
After changing into the clothes Tang Song had prepared for her in the morning, she finally felt the reality of an interview, and her whole body tensed up instantly.
Zhu Hao stared at the temporary work badge in the mirror and reached out to touch the back of it.
There was a hair from Tang Song's tail that she had stuffed inside last night.
Tang Song was, in a way, accompanying her.
Zhu Hao let out a long sigh, patted the work badge, and walked out of the bedroom with his head held high and chest out.
*
The interview scene.
Zhu Hao sat in the chair, facing a row of interviewers, about a dozen in total.
Tang Song sat in the center, wearing a well-tailored haute couture suit, leaning back lazily in his chair, exuding a cold and stern aura.
Zhu Qing stood beside Tang Song, staring intently at the interviewee's information in his hand.
On the table were temporary name tags, listing Tang Song, President of Tang's Group, Chief Fashion Designer, Design Director, Operations Manager, and so on.
They were all high-ranking executives of Meiyou Entertainment, with only one or two signs labeled "Personnel" scattered around.
Zhu Hao's eyebrows twitched, and a hint of absurdity flashed across his face.
Didn't Tang Song say he wouldn't come?!
How did you manage to sneak into the interviewer's seat?!
fraud!
You big liar!
and!
Is it really necessary for so many people to come for just one round of interviews for an internship position?
She remembered reading an experience post last night that mentioned only three HR personnel in the first round of interviews for fashion design interns, and the second round was just the design director asking some professional questions. How could there be so many people?!
No wonder the nine interviewees before her all walked out looking dejected.
She thought the interview questions were too difficult, and she was so nervous that she buried herself in memorizing them.
I was afraid that if I was the last person to be interviewed, the interviewer would lose patience and ask more pointed questions.
It wasn't that the interview was too difficult; it was that the interviewer was too difficult!
Who wouldn't feel nervous in such a solemn and serious setting?
She swallowed hard and looked at the sign language interpreter beside her.
This was the sign language interpreter that Tang Song asked her to bring, since using writing or typing for the Q&A session would only highlight her disadvantage of being deaf and mute.
The sign language interpreter seemed to have anticipated this situation, nodding slightly to her with encouraging eyes.
Zhu Hao pursed his lips, glanced at Tang Song who shouldn't be there, raised his hand to hold the temporary work badge in front of his chest, his fingertips tracing the tail hair hidden on the back of the badge, and slowly began to sign.
"Good morning/afternoon, interviewers. My name is Zhu Hao, and I'm currently a junior majoring in Fashion Design at Beicheng University..."
As the gestures of goodwill were made, the voices of the sign language interpreter echoed throughout the hall.
The row of interviewers in front of her showed no surprise or disdain; they all sat upright, their eyes fixed on Zhu Hao.
This actually relieved Zhu Hao.
Because it means she can have her interviews normally.
After the self-introduction, a barrage of questions bombarded Zhu Hao without pause.
She was still a little nervous, and her answers to the first two questions were somewhat hesitant, but she answered them much more fluently afterward.
Half an hour passed, and the interviewer not only didn't stop, but became more and more intense and the questions became more and more in-depth. Zhu Hao was a little overwhelmed, but still managed to answer them.
She could feel the tense atmosphere in the interview room, as if the tension was about to break. Coupled with the increasingly difficult professional questions, instead of feeling nervous, she inexplicably wanted to laugh.
Because Tang Song, who had been quiet the whole time, started screaming incessantly in his heart, even more nervous than she was.
【Ahhh!! Color matching!! This is the problem! The little one memorized it last night!! It'll definitely work!!】
【Ugh!! That bald guy, why is he relentlessly pressuring my little one?! He's really trying to impress you!! The question about tailoring wasn't even on the interview's scope! Are you deliberately making things difficult for my little one?! I'll strip you of your chief designer title right after the interview!】
[And that four-eyed girl! Are you hot? Your nose is sweating, and you keep grabbing my cub and asking questions. Can't you see she's answering that angry question? What's wrong with calming down a bit?! Are you trying to drive my cub crazy?!]
[This is all unprofessional stuff!! Ugly as they are, yet they have such high expectations, why even bother hiring interns?! They might as well just hire top-tier designers from abroad! With such a low salary, they expect to find an all-around talent?! Dream on!]
[No! My cub is an all-rounder! You bunch of blind fools! It's your good fortune that my cub has taken a liking to Miyu, and yet you dare to make things difficult for my cub! You're asking for death!!]
The sign language he was using to say "good wishes" trembled slightly, and his facial muscles twitched incessantly.
【Ahhh!! Half an hour has passed! My cubs are trembling with fear! You all better stop now!! No more questions allowed!】
Zhu Hao's eyes trembled slightly. She really wanted to say that she might have been nervous before, but not at all now. She was just trying her best to hold back her laughter.
The indoor air grew increasingly cold, and the air pressure was so low that it was almost impossible to breathe.
Several interviewers pulled out tissues and wiped their sweat.
A newly opened pack of tissues was empty, and tissues soaked with sweat were scattered on the table.
The interviewers exchanged glances discreetly, wondering why Tang Song was at the interview, but none of them knew the answer and could only subtly avert their gazes.
The chief designer, whom Tang Song called "bald," raised his hand to his forehead, looking distressed.
How did a simple job posting for a fashion design intern attract the attention of Tang Song, this big shot?
Upon seeing Tang Song, the HR personnel were so frightened that they immediately reported it to their superiors, and even the chief designer rushed over.
The number of interviewers has increased from three to more than a dozen.
Everyone was unclear about Tang Song's purpose in coming here, and they gave Zhu Qing, who was standing next to Tang Song, several meaningful glances, but Zhu Qing ignored them with a cold face.
They can only try their best to impress others, be picky about every interviewee, and showcase their talents and focus.
They were all like peacocks, practically swooping down on Tang Song's face.
There were ten people in total for the interview. Zhu Hao was the last one. The previous nine people were left speechless and questioning their existence by the dozen or so interviewers.
Only Zhu Hao remained steadfast, and without Tang Song's signal, they dared not stop.
Only after they racked their brains and still couldn't come up with a question did they slowly look at Tang Song.
"Mr. Tang? Would you like to continue?"
"Mr. Tang, there are no more interviewees today. This is the last one."
"Mr. Tang, which of these ten people do you think should be kept?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on Tang Song.
Zhu Hao bit her lower lip, nervously scanning each interviewer.
"From your professional perspective, who is the most suitable?" Tang Song didn't look at Zhu Hao; his deep eyes fell on the chief designer.
[You! Baldy, you're the one who talks! You're the one who asks the most questions about my cub! If you don't give me some answers, I'll make sure your beard goes bald too!]
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