Meet the Brand Officer

The Bund Business Building
Lin Xiyou, wearing a high ponytail and formal attire, came out of the interview room holding a resume in her hand, with a standard eight-toothed smile that had been practiced for a long time, but her heart was pounding like a drum.

The interview just lasted only about 1 minute, and HR only asked a few simple questions, as if it was a sloppy cutscene.

Her premonition was extremely bad, and she was unwilling to fail again.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Xiyou decided to wait in the quiet corridor until all the applicants had left and the HRs came out of the interview room. Then she mustered up the courage to ask the chief interviewer.

"Hi, I'm candidate No. [-] Lin Xiyou, I would like to ask the interviewee just now..."

"The personnel specialist will reply within three working days." Du Ting, the chief interviewer, with a professional smile on her face, gave a unified standard reply and walked forward on her high heels.

Lin Xiyou followed and said earnestly, "Sorry to bother you, can you please tell me the reason why I failed the interview so that I can check for omissions and fill in the gaps. I really hope to join Weiguang Consulting."

Du Ting stamped her feet and turned her head to glance at Lin Xiyou. She had contacted thousands of applicants, and this was the first one to ask why right after the interview.

"Before the results come out, do you think you will lose the election?"

Lin Xiyou stood up straight awkwardly, and answered seriously: "They went in for an interview for at least three to five minutes, and I only had one minute. At the end, you also put my resume on the pile of resumes on the left hand side, Is that the knockout zone over there?"

Du Ting was slightly surprised, "Good observation skills."

"Please!" Lin Xiyou bowed and presented her resume with both hands.

Du Ting glanced at it and knew it in her heart, "Go back."

"Can you tell me the reason? I will definitely study hard." Lin Xiyou was in a hurry, and was about to seize the last chance to introduce herself, when Du Ting said quietly.

"It's not the main point, why do you think you are qualified?"

An understatement of the punch.

Lin Xiyou froze in place, pursed her lips, and couldn't make a sound. She looked disappointedly at the recruitment notice on the roll-up by the wall, which clearly stated that the conditions could be relaxed for outstanding candidates.

Du Ting didn't point it out, and said euphemistically: "Those experienced and outstanding high-achieving students are also working hard."

The implication is that you think that the excellence you are striving for has not caught up with others' starting point.

Lin Xiyou had a forced eight-toothed smile on her face, and her eyes turned red when she lowered her head, "Thank you."

Looking at the active and stubborn young girl in front of her, Du Ting couldn't bear it, and suggested: "Either go to graduate school to meet the threshold, or change industries."

"Thank you." With a choked nasal voice, Lin Xiyou bent over to thank her, stepped on her middle-heeled black shoes clumsily, and left in embarrassment.

She walked down the bustling streets in frustration, recalling a few words, real, plain but sharp, like countless ice skates piercing holes in her heart.

The most powerless thing is that she can't refute it. The reality gap before her is the gap between people.

In the bustling metropolis where elites gather, she is as insignificant as a weak firefly, trying to glow and glow, only to find the radiant sun hanging above her head when she looked up.

In comparison, she, who is eclipsed, should not be seen by others.

Lin Xiyou looked up at the sun shining in the sky, tried hard to swallow back her tears, bought pancakes without eggs, and thought of a countermeasure after filling her stomach.

The phone rang, and it was my mother. She squatted in the shade of a tree by the side of the road, and picked it up while chewing.

"Xiaoyou, have you eaten yet?"

When she heard her mother's soft voice, the backlog of grievances broke down instantly. She let her tears flow and covered her crying with laughter: "Eat it. I just found a job and I'm eating steak to celebrate."

Lin Xiyou didn't dare to stop talking, fearing that her emotions would show up, so she chewed two mouthfuls of shriveled pancakes, "The meat is very tender, I'll bring you to eat next time."

"Okay. But Xiaoyou, I just heard that the public institutions in the county are recruiting people. You are smart and good at studying. Why don't you sign up and try?"

"Mom, public examination is not suitable for me. I want to stay and work in Haishi and become a brand consultant."

"The daughter next door passed the exam after graduating last year, and her job is stable and easy. This year, she found a good man to marry, and now she is living happily."

Lin Xiyou remained silent, suppressing the flickering wavering in her heart.

The other end of the phone was also silent for a moment, before compromising: "Xiaoyou, it's okay if you don't take the public exam, then you can go home and find a job. It's hard to live in a big city, everything is expensive for food and clothing, and the competition is too fierce , so many people want to climb up, if you are not careful, you will be trampled on, mom doesn't want you to fight too hard in intrigue, and I'm even more afraid of being caught like your father..."

"Mom." Lin Xiyou interrupted anxiously, and then calmed down and comforted: "Mom, today is different from the past. The bigger the city, the more inclusive, and the more opportunities for fair competition. I believe that hard work will pay off. You You also have to believe that my daughter and I will be able to make a name for yourself, and you are just waiting to enjoy the happiness!"

"But I'm worried..."

"Mom, I have to go to work. Take care of yourself." Lin Xiyou hung up the phone in a hurry, and her laughter stopped abruptly.

The consoling Haikou has already boasted, but the predicament before her is not polite to her at all.

I have been repeatedly rejected for interviews, I am about to move out of the dormitory, my job and rent have not been settled, and my pockets are almost cleaner than my face. If this continues, I will sleep on the street.

Don't admit defeat easily, you must act immediately!
The worried Lin Xiyou rekindled his fighting spirit in an instant, wiped away two lines of tears with his backhand, gulped down the pancakes, and suddenly got up to fight, but as a result, he was dizzy and his legs were numb after squatting for too long, and he fell to the side. With a "click", it folded.

These are her only job interview boots!

Lin Xiyou's mentality collapsed, and the small flame that was finally ignited was wiped out by the downpour, without even a chance to emit ashes. This dimensionality-reducing mental blow made her helpless.

She was shrouded in infinitely magnified despair, like an eggplant beaten by frost, holding sacrificial combat boots, half leaning on a thick tree trunk, quietly watching the traffic in the street, her eyes were empty, and the way ahead was confused
"Snapped--"

A dozen hotel disposable slippers fell in front of her, and Lin Xiyou was taken aback for a moment. She looked up and saw no one, but only saw the queue of cars waiting for the traffic lights in front of her to start moving forward in an orderly manner.

She got up quickly, and couldn't tell which car was throwing the slippers, so she smiled and shouted at all the cars speeding forward: "Thank you!"

Lin Xiyou held the kindness that fell from the sky, looked at the unimpeded green light, smiled and whispered to herself: "Don't be afraid, you just encountered a red light temporarily. Come on!"

And in the car that drove away, the assistant Wei Ba who was holding the steering wheel was puzzled: "Boss, what did you just throw out the window? As a civilized person in a civilized city, it is uncivilized to do so."

"A dozen slippers." Song Ziyuan replied lazily, putting the sunglasses on his tall nose.

He turned his head and glanced at the steak girl under the scorching sun. Just now she was crying and laughing, eating pancakes while pretending to eat steak, she was as stubborn as a cow.
"Watt?" Wei Ba forcibly changed his tone, wailing bitterly: "Boss, this is a sample that is about to discuss cooperation with Seasons Hotel! How can you explain this to the chairman?"

"It's better to screw it up?" Song Ziyuan didn't care, and hummed a little tune leisurely, quite satisfied with his masterpiece.

Wei Ba wanted to cry, "Boss, the cooperation is just a step away, why do you want to throw it away?"