Zhang Zixin was plagued by anxiety.
Wang Yan comforted him, "Don't be discouraged yet. Didn't they say people with acne get priority? Maybe this time, they'll actually be able to cure your acne. It breaks my heart just looking at your face."
Zhang Zixin shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly. "Even major hospitals couldn't do anything about it. I'm not expecting this to cure it. I'm just here for the ten thousand yuan. As long as I make some money, that's all that matters."
Wang Yan sighed as well and pointed to her arm. "My skin is just a bit dark. I don't know if I'll pass the screening. If I could really get a little fairer, it would be worth it even without the ten thousand yuan."
The line of people moved forward slowly.
Ding's Pharmaceutical Factory's recruitment process was highly efficient this time. Several screening booths were set up on-site, where volunteers had to first submit their physical exam reports and then go through a simple interview.
