Being chastised by his usually out-of-tune older brother, Jiang Changtao was quite embarrassed. His face turned red with the effort of restraining himself, but after all, an elder brother is like a father.
In the end, he could only turn his head away in anger, no longer paying any attention to him.
Jiang Changhai didn't indulge Jiang Changtao's temper tantrum either. He escorted him to the transport factory's recruitment office door, "Alright, this is it. Go inside. I need to go report for duty."
Having said that, Jiang Changhai turned and left, not concerned with the hesitant expression on the other person's face.
Standing at the door, Jiang Changtao saw several well-dressed city folk also waiting for an interview.
The courage he had mustered along the way instantly dissipated.
"How could a country bumpkin like me possibly compete with city people?" he thought.
