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Company 720, interview room.

This corner of the company's office area houses a spacious interview room. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 16th floor, one could see bright sunshine spilling over the streets, bustling with traffic and swaying greenery, interwoven with light and shadow.

In the center of the room stood a rectangular conference table. To the right of the table lay a stack of documents—the resumes of the candidates.

Zhang Xinxin, Li Qing, and a human resources manager sat in front of the table.

They were the interviewers for this session.

Although Company 720 had been expanding, the Little Landlady always took a hands-on approach to recruitment, also involving Li Qing to vet the professional abilities of the candidates.

At this time,

The Little Landlady twisted open a bottle of Wahaha purified water and took a sip.

She sat on the left side of the conference table, in front of her a sleek business laptop, and a resume.

"The previous candidate was quite comprehensive in all aspects, we could consider them," said Li Qing as he began.

Seated at the center, he looked towards Zhang Xinxin with a questioning gaze in his eyes.

The Little Landlady nodded slightly, "The resume is indeed impressive, but let's not rush. There are more candidates to come; Manager Zhou, let's move on to the next."

Manager Zhou, sitting on the right, promptly handed over a new resume: "This is the resume of our next candidate, submitted via online channels, from North Bear's Mo City. The resume indicates that she is proficient in network security technologies and is engaged in relevant work."

A faint scent of lavender wafted through the interview room.

The Little Landlady's expression shifted slightly, murmuring, "North Bear's Mo City, that's quite far from us."

One on the southern side of the northern hemisphere, the other on the northern side.

By plane, it would take about ten hours.

Manager Zhou, a woman in her early thirties well-versed in office politics, immediately delivered a flattering remark: "Little Director Zhang, this just shows that under Chairman Lin and your leadership, Company 720 has grown rapidly and has a strong international influence."

Her accent had a hint of the southern regions.

However, it was music to Zhang Xinxin's ears.

Not because Manager Zhou had complimented her, but because she had complimented Lin Chuan.

Flattery often works like this, appealing to what the person likes.

And for Zhang Xinxin, her 'like' is undoubtedly Lin Chuan. When someone praises Lin Chuan, she feels joy, even if she knows it's just flattery.

Just as ancient emperors, unless utterly foolish, knew it was flattery but couldn't resist the pleasure it provided.

And Manager Zhou's words indeed rang true. Stay updated through empire

Company 720 truly had a significant international presence, particularly within hacker circles, where its influence was formidable.

Defeating hackers from Morgan Group's Asia-Pacific Branch, and twice defeating AW.

Such a record is terrifying!

AW's Karl, one of the world's top ten hackers, had also worked at Company 720.

The Little Landlady flipped through the interviewee's resume, which detailed the candidate's name and other information. She muttered 'Angelina' to herself, feeling a spark of interest, and broke out into a radiant smile: "Let's have this international friend from North Bear's Mo City come in and see how professional she is."

"Of course."

Manager Zhou promptly instructed the assistant to call in the next candidate.

In a short while,

This candidate from North Bear's Mo City, Angelina, under the guidance of an assistant, pushed the door open and entered.

The Little Landlady lifted her head, her expression abruptly stalled, her eyes fixated on Angelina's visage, inwardly taken aback.

What a delicate creature!

—The Little Landlady couldn't help but sigh internally.

The floor-to-ceiling unilateral transparent glass window allowed the soft daylight to penetrate the room, like the lighting from a professional imaging lamp, evenly casting light upon Angelina's face.

Angelina's skin, as white as snow, held the luster of melting ice in the sunlight, perfectly outlining her facial contours; lips tinted red, a nose straight and delicate, eyes as clear as Lake Baikal, vivid and bright. Her long, curling eyelashes blinked softly, twinkling like the stars in the night sky.

Her hair, of a dark golden hue, was casually tied into a high ponytail, presenting her flawless face in its entirety. Occasional strands of hair danced with the breeze as if untouched by worldly dust, ethereal as if she were an elf that had stepped out of a forest.

Her beauty was so striking that even Manager Zhou and Director Li, accustomed to the Little Landlady's magnificent appearance, couldn't help but take a second look at Angelina.

The differences in aesthetic preference between ethnicities achieved an astonishing consensus in that moment.

Indeed, beauty is beauty in the eyes of all.

As it is well-known,

As you look at her, she too is looking at you.

Yes, the moment Angelina stepped through the door, she noticed the Little Landlady sitting on the left side of the conference table.

She recognized her, that girl who stayed by Lin Chuan's side.

Lin Chuan was her idol.

Not to mention love by association, she had, from the start, a high level of interest in this girl.

With a gentle smile on her face, Angelina politely looked at the Little Landlady.

The Little Landlady, with no makeup, had an egg-shaped face with a touch of baby fat, features as delicate as Angelina's not a few points behind, a natural skin condition that was fair and delicate, vibrant and moisturized, like a hydrated blooming flower. The light grey suit jacket she wore was fitting, but also prominently shaped two hemispheres.

"This girl is very pretty," Angelina complimented inwardly.

Angelina's advantage lay in her flawless beauty.

The Little Landlady might not reach the level of flawlessness, but her appeal was unmistakable.