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In the office, Ding Yiyi stood aside and handed her resume to the man who was sitting on the boss' chair.

There was no air-conditioning in the office, just a desk-top fan spinning in the direction of the man. She felt soaked, sweat running from her forehead down her chin to her neck and into her collar.

The man looked at her before tearing the resume in half