"As for the type of job, it doesn't matter to me. I don't have much ambition now. As long as I have a meal to eat and a bed to sleep in, that's enough."
"You even know how to read faces?" Qi Yun asked, somewhat surprised.
Pang Zefeng said unconcernedly, "I learned traditional Chinese medicine from my father since I was a child. Anyone who has seriously studied ancient medical texts knows a bit about face reading."
Qi Yun laughed upon hearing this and pointed to Chen Wei, who had been silent beside them, "Then take a look at him. What's his face like?"
Pang Zefeng turned and looked at Chen Wei, his gaze lingering on his stern face for a moment. "This brother has a square skeleton, a full forehead, and a good face overall."
Qi Yun laughed and patted Pang Zefeng on the shoulder, "You have a good eye for people."
"I have a friend who owns a pharmaceutical factory. If you don't mind, I can arrange for you to find a job there tomorrow."
