The line at Wayne Enterprises' recruitment desk was not particularly long.
Everyone knew their own limits.
Gotham's students from the bottom rungs of society were not necessarily afraid of gangs or danger, but they were very afraid of the string of requirements on Wayne Enterprises' forms that looked like an elite screening tool.
Being literate was already pretty good. Why so many requirements?
If Wayne Enterprises could set its hiring standards incredibly low while also providing vast numbers of jobs that required no thinking to start, why would Bruce Wayne have gone to Blackgate Penitentiary in the middle of the night yesterday to bail out Penguin?
Grades, attendance, writing samples, recommendations, basic skills, interview performance.
Every line seemed to say: poor people were welcome to try, but please first prove you were no ordinary poor person.
But Chen Mo thought he was no ordinary poor person.
He was especially poor.
And especially outstanding.
Seriously, how many humans on the entire planet could be more outstanding than him?
A mere journalism interview.
He, Peter Parker, Ma Peter, Spider-Man, was born for this!
The woman interviewing him wore a dark gray suit, with a Wayne Enterprises charitable project badge hanging on her chest. She looked very gentle, so gentle that Chen Mo's first impression was that she might reject him in an extremely polite tone.
"Chen Mo?" She looked at the application form.
"That's me." Chen Mo sat very straight. "Consistent grades, good attendance, healthy, hardworking, strong communication skills. I can write articles, do fieldwork, and climb buildings if necessary."
The interviewer looked up. "Climb buildings?"
Chen Mo paused. "I mean, I'm very hardworking."
The interviewer smiled. "Your grades really are excellent. Your teachers' evaluations are very positive too. You want to apply for the news reporting and editing assistant position?"
"Yes."