老王 Finish off the cigarette butts on the ground with his toes. The pungent smell of cheap tobacco filled the small room. He leaned back against the wall, staring blankly at the ceiling. "When will this hard life end?" he sighed.

Just then, a knock on the door broke the silence. Inserting a cigarette between his lips, he swung his legs off the bed and walked to the door. He pulled open the door and found an unfamiliar young man standing there, wearing a sharp suit and holding a file in his hand.

"Are you Mr. Wang?" the young man asked, his voice full of confidence.

"I am," replied Wang, "What do you want?"

"I'm here to invite you to a job interview at our company," the young man said. "We heard you used to be a construction worker and you have great skills. We think you would be a perfect fit for this position."

Wang felt a twinge of doubt. He had been out of work for a while and was desperate for any job that paid well. But he also knew that he wasn't qualified for any office work. He took a deep breath and said, "I appreciate your offer, but I'm not sure if I'm the right person for this job."