Part 1 of Episode 2: As I leave the meeting room, my shoulders slumped and my crumpled resume clutched in a trembling hand, a man named Mr. Zhang spots me. He scans me from head to toe, his expression shifting abruptly. He whispers my name, 'Zhou Yang.' I trudge out of Motion Media, my spirits at an all-time low. My meager savings are dwindling, and I'm beginning to think my only option left is food delivery. Just then, the HR manager who interviewed me catches up, gasping for breath. He tells me they've reconsidered and believe my 'condition' is exceptional, asking if I'm still interested in a position. Thinking my earnestness finally paid off, I start pitching my marketing skills again, but he awkwardly cuts me off. They don't want me for marketing; they want me as a model. I'm floored. People had suggested modeling back in college, but I was too preoccupied with managing four girlfriends to care. Now, with a base salary of 8,000 yuan plus commissions—a significant step up from the 6,000 offered for marketing—I sign the contract without a moment's hesitation. For the sake of survival, I'd have carried bricks if that's what it took.