As you spoke, you slid the pink notebook across to Guan Xiong and said coldly, "Finally, I have one more question for you, a question I'm sure you won't be able to answer."
You slowly stood up, stretching out your hand toward Guan Xiong, "After reviewing your file, I found myself wondering how a piece of trash like you has managed to survive in the highly competitive insurance company. I heard that your manager fires someone every quarter; how did you, with the worst performance, manage to survive?"
Guan Xiong, who was about to open the pink notebook, suddenly froze, his hands immediately trembling.
Seeing this, you couldn't help but let out a cold chuckle, "Moreover, I've also learned something from your manager. Originally, your company didn't offer that bottom salary of thirteen hundred yuan."
Looking at Guan Xiong with an extremely disgusted gaze, you turned and walked towards the door.