林风背着个旧款双肩包，踩着磨损的帆布鞋，晃晃悠悠进了“盛世集团”旋转大门。门上的电子屏幕闪烁着公司LOGO，风一吹，金属材质的牌匾发出轻微的嗡嗡声，仿佛在嘲笑他的简陋。

inside the imposing glass lobby, the air hummed with the lowضوضارة of expensive conversations and the occasional screech of a high-heeled shoe on polished marble. Lin Feng felt like a ghost drifting through this human zoo. He clutched a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, supposedly listing his appointment with the head of the company medicine cabinet, though his heart hammered a different rhythm. "Surely she won't be this... flashy," he muttered to himself, adjusting his bag.

江雪办公室门口挂着的电子屏上，她的名字熠熠生辉，旁边还有一张年轻的女助手。林风站在门口按了三次铃，女助手很快从玻璃门走出来，表情如冷霜。

"What's the matter?" she asked, her voice tight. "Your name wasn't on the list."

林风咽了口唾沫，把那张皱巴巴的纸递过去，上面是用红笔写的名字，旁边还有职位：“我是来应聘药柜管理员的，林风。”

女助手接过纸，眼睛斜了斜，没说话，转身回去了。林风站在原地，感觉自己的脸在发烫。他不是没想过会被拒绝，但他没想到这么快就遇上了无视。

“哼，看不起穷小子是吧？老子可是有真本事！”林风心里嘀咕着，突然牙齿咬得咯咯作响。