This truly struck a sore spot for Ma Zhentao. What He Qing had said was also a notion vaguely present in his heart, yet he dared not admit it.
Ma Zhentao had acquired this ability by chance.
This year, he turned thirty-three. Since starting at Luosheng Group at the age of twenty-five, he had always followed different masters. With no significant qualifications and no other work experience, he went from the engineering department to the after-sales department, from maintenance to installation, from Worker Zhu to Mr. Chen...
He had moved around quite a bit, exerting much effort over the years. But this effort should have been spent on learning.
Every quarterly review, he barely scraped by the passing mark, with bonuses and performance reviews significantly lower than others.
Thus, life had been directionless and confused for eight years now, single, without a house, without a car, even renting a bachelor apartment felt like a substantial pressure.
