"You’re new here, right?"

"Huh?"

"It’s obvious you’ve never been here," the guy lamented. "The other places are okay, but only this section is annoying. You won’t have to come here if you have a musician license. You can just let them know and go to the special resting room for tea and talk. Otherwise, you can only wait in line obediently and mind their attitude. It’s not just fixing things three or four times. If you don’t come from a good background, you might even have to fix it ten times, wait three to four weeks, and then start all over again…"

Charles was stunned. "What should we do?"

"Just bear it." The man shrugged. "Or do you want to hit him and never get this done?"

Charles’s instantly grew depressed. The emptiness he felt came from wanting to go crazy but not knowing where to vent his anger.

"Senior, sit here and rest. I’ll fill out the form and call you when I’m done." Ye Qingxuan picked up the pen and quickly began writing.

The youth’s speed attracted much attention