About three years ago, I applied for a middle-level management of an insurance company. The other party felt that everything was in line with the conditions, so he invited me to the company for an interview. It was a Thursday afternoon, and I will never forget that day. The first time I saw Nana, a nearly perfect girl, that day, I came to the company in a suit. The first time I entered the door, I saw her fair skin and shoulder-length black hair at the reception desk.