The recruitment corridor on the ground floor of Vought Tower was packed shoulder to shoulder, alive with a deafening hubbub.
Applicants drawn by Vought International's reputation crowded both sides of the long corridor, blocking the entire passage. Everyone harbored the hope of getting rich overnight as they competed for its high-paying positions.
Raven wove through the crowd and discreetly collected a queue number. She looked down-341.
More than three hundred people waited ahead of her, and the line stretched beyond sight.
Fortunately, Vought International conducted its interviews with remarkable efficiency. The process was as simple as could be, taking an average of ten seconds per person. Applicants were eliminated so quickly that almost no extra time was wasted.
Throughout the long, fifty-minute wait, complaints and doubts from rejected applicants kept reaching her ears. Some grumbled that the interviewers looked bizarre and unnatural. Others mocked the absurd, outlandish recruitment rules, convinced that this much-publicized recruitment drive offering high salaries was nothing but a corporate gimmick from beginning to end, a publicity stunt designed to draw attention.
All sorts of rumors swirled around her, but they did nothing to dampen Raven's anticipation. Instead, they made her even more eager to find out what was going on.
At last, it was her turn.
Raven took a deep breath, raised her hand to gently push open the interview room door, and slowly walked inside.
The sight inside instantly sent a shudder through her, and the loneliness that had weighed on her heart for years abruptly dissolved.
Two interviewers sat upright behind the desk directly opposite the door.
One had an unusual physique, his shoulders and back spread out, with four arms neatly folded. His appearance differed from that of ordinary people.
The other's skin was a clear, vivid blue all over. Her striking complexion