Yu Xing propped up a black umbrella with one hand and held a flashlight in the other. She wiped a thin layer of water mist from her face with her sleeve, stopping at the factory gate.,He scanned the room and noticed the HR manager's assistant was there, apparently named Hao. Besides Hao, himself, and the other five people—three men and two women—all of whom were good-looking, it seemed like they were all applying for the same position.,The handsome man beside Yu Xing, wearing glasses, replied calmly: "Over six months ago, a murder happened at Qiyuan Pharmaceutical Factory. The media reported it; the factory owner hanged himself at night, and all production came to a halt. It closed down shortly after."。