Li Hao sat across the table, watching the man in front of him flip through his documents. The man nodded slowly, almost appreciatively, and for a brief second Li Hao felt hopeful.
"I'm afraid we can't take this," the man finally said raising his head.
Li Hao's expression collapsed in shock.
"You know the requirements we asked for," the man continued, turning to Mr. Hong with clear disapproval.
"I'm so sorry—" Mr. Hong started, but the young man cut him off.
"This achievement is too high for what we want, Mr. Hong, and you know it. My boss is simply looking for someone who will look after his mother's little clinic. Yes, we aren't looking for a quack, but we also don't want to rob people of their dreams."
"I—" Mr. Hong began, but before he could finish, Li Hao pushed the table forward, startling the young man into raising his hands defensively as he pulled a leg up flinching.
Then Li Hao sank to his knees.
