No one dared to answer Chen Song's pointed question. Every single person in that room who had successfully secured a job within the company had only done so by going through Chen Song's illicit back-door connections. Many of them possessed absolutely no professional qualifications at all to support them in obtaining those prestigious positions. They were merely ghosts hidden within the system.
"Just wait for the result. Well... I already know exactly what my own result will be. There is no hope left for me." Chen Song sighed, looking and sounding utterly hopeless.
Everyone remained suffocatingly silent. No one dared to even breathe too loudly at this tense moment. Xue Jinghua sank back onto the sofa as if her legs had suddenly turned to lead. Her face was deathly pale, and her hands were trembling uncontrollably in her lap. Beside her, Chen Guoliang remained silent, his expression dark, shadowed, and completely unreadable.
