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Chapter 42: Act VI: The Little Prince (4)

A few days later, Tan Yiming finally received the official interview notice from the HR of Blizzard Entertainment.

The email clearly stated the time and place of the audition. Given that the "q" project was a work with a confidentiality level of S+, all candidates must go to the headquarters of Blizzard Entertainment in person, where they would be sequestered for three days and two nights for the assessment.

The problem was that Tan Yiming was located in New York, on the East Coast while Blizzard Entertainment's headquarters were located in the Silicon Valley on the West Coast. It would take at least six hours by plane. The interview was scheduled from Tuesday to Thursday. Considering the travel time required, he had to leave, at the latest, by Monday before he could return on Friday—that was, he had to take at least one week off work.

Thinking of this, Tan Yiming's finger paused for a few seconds.

He was an intern at an investment bank. At the beginning, he passed five rounds of interviews, defeated hundreds of candidates vying for the job in order to step in the door of this investment bank. The working hours of investment banks have always been terrible. It was considered "early" to get off work at 10 o'clock in the evening, and it was even more insignificant to mention having to work on Saturday and Sunday.

Every time Tan Yiming went to the recording studio on the weekend, he had to take his work computer with him. Every time he took a break from recording, he would immediately turned on the computer to report work, or to make esoteric digital reports.

George simply suspected that he was an iron man, otherwise, how could he have the energy to do both jobs?

But Tan Yiming not only persisted, he even did both jobs extremely well.

The investment bank's assessment indicators for interns were extremely strict, and the elimination rate was also amazing. After the internship period, there were almost no newcomers who could really stay in the company. Everyone had sharpened their heads and tried to get into the front desk department, wanting to become the next A trader who turns their hands to make clouds and covers them to sprinkle rain.

[T/N: Basically someone who has power and makes influential decisions.]

Tan Yiming was about to graduate, and their initial group, there's only him and another girl left, competing for the final spot.

That girl, like him, attended a prestigious school, had a graduate degree, majored in finance, and was a foreigner—they both desperately wanted to get a work permit to stay here on this Wall Street full of wealth.

But now ... now only was he going to take leave at this critical point, he was also asking for a whole week...

The next day was a working day. Tan Yiming took the opportunity to have lunch with his boss at noon and make a request for vacation.

The boss really did not agree.

"Have a vacation? Impossible." The female supervisor put down her salad and said with an unhappy expression: "Tan, I have favored you enough so that you can stay away from the company on weekends and work from home. There is no second intern in the entire department with such an honor. "

"Thank you for your kindness." Tan Yiming was apologetic. He had been working for her since the day he joined; she was a selfless leader, and was even willing to let him, an intern, handle the tens of millions dollar worth of projects. Thinking of this, Tan Yiming's guilt was deeper. "But I do have reasons to have to take time off, I ..."

"Why do you have to fly to Silicon Valley?" The boss snorted and interrupted him. "Is it a vacation? Or...an interview?"

Tan Yiming gave a dark sigh: "..."