The Exam Questions Chen Zhao Posed

Chen Zhao was browsing the internet when someone knocked on his office door.

"Come in!"

The door opened, and the person who entered was unexpectedly Liu Li.

Chen Zhao froze for a moment, then quickly rose to his feet. "President Liu? Why did you come here personally?"

Liu Li looked unusually grave. "I just passed by your company and saw someone."

"Huh?" Chen Zhao did not understand.

"When you recruit employees, do you have a hard requirement that, aside from peripheral positions like janitors, all other employees must be 100% Chinese?" Liu Li asked.

"Yes."

"What if they're overseas Chinese who grew up abroad and later changed to Chinese nationality? Would you hire someone like that?" Liu Li asked again.

"No. I want people who grew up domestically, with no record of changing nationality and no history of living overseas for more than ten years," Chen Zhao said. "We screen that background very strictly."

"Then this is bad." Liu Li's face instantly darkened. "Your company may have a spy in it."

Chen Zhao pulled open a drawer and pressed a button. The office door instantly locked shut, and a series of sounds came from inside the walls—the sound of the soundproof panels locking into place. In an instant, the office became a soundproof black box.

"Please, take your time. Tell me everything in detail." Chen Zhao gestured for Liu Li to sit.

"I just saw that person working in your company's technical department. He looked like a low-level employee, because when I saw him, he was sweeping the floor," Liu Li said. "Ten years ago, I went to Manhattan, to 86th Street on the Upper East Side, to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art. As soon as I entered, there was a beautiful large bouquet. Several workers were changing the