The next afternoon, Wei Kang met Wenren Long.
He was a vibrant young man, brimming with vitality from head to toe. He wore a white shirt, jeans, and sneakers. His fluffy, tousled hair framed a lean face with delicate features, while his fervent, focused eyes seemed to hold a flame within them.
Carrying a twenty-inch silver suitcase, he carefully registered at the entrance before strolling into Sanqing Headquarters as leisurely as if he were taking a walk through his own neighborhood. Along the way, he proactively greeted everyone he met, flashing a bright white smile that made him seem warm and sunny.
Who wouldn't like such an energetic, openhearted young man?
Just like that, as though no one could stop him, he arrived directly outside Wei Kang's office.
"Hi, President Wei. I've heard so much about you. I'm Wenren Long, here for the interview."
His gaze swept over the room. Then he swaggered in, sat down on the sofa, poured himself a glass of water, and gulped it down in one go.
"Sorry, I seem to have arrived a few hours early."
Wei Kang walked over and extended his hand with a smile. "It's fine. I was waiting for you."
After shaking hands, they both gave each other curious once-overs.
Wenren Long was far more lively than in his photo. In the picture, his lips had been tightly pressed together and his expression stern, nowhere near as animated as he was in person.
There was plenty of video footage of Wei Kang, so he looked much the same in real life—still handsome and spirited, with an exceptional bearing.
They were about the same age, and after sizing each other up, both felt an instinctive sense of mutual appreciation.
Wei Kang cleared his throat, about to begin the interview and get