"This job can give more meaning to time, allow me to exert my mental and physical energy, expose me to more people and events, help me accumulate more experience, and enable me to realize my own value."
At midnight, Han Fei stood in the creepy convenience store shrouded by darkness in a dimly lit corner of the city, with only ten drops of blood remaining. He wore a professional smile as he looked at the frighteningly thin store clerk in front of him.
"I really am here for the interview."
They locked eyes, and after a full minute, the gaunt clerk seemed to suddenly awaken from a dream, some semblance of sanity returning to his remaining eye.
The murky eye moved within its socket, and the clerk stopped muttering the terrible, incomprehensible words. Instead, he clearly stated a few words, "This store isn't mine. If you want to work here, you need its approval."
"It?"
"Come with me."