After the president became depressed, he was taught by the mirror ghost to fall in love!

Jun Li suddenly opened his eyes. The bright incandescent light made his eyes sting slightly. For a moment he was a little dazed... The busy corridor made Jun Li feel familiar, but he couldn't remember where it was.

He tried hard to recall what he had just done but his brain was in a mess and he couldn't remember anything.

In your hand...job application file?

Jun Li hesitated for a moment and took a look at the slightly wrinkled file in his hand. Jun Li in the photo was still a bit childish, but his face did not have the youthful vigor that it should have. Instead, there was a heavy air of death in his eyes.

Jun Li, male, 21 years old…

Fresh graduates from Shanghai University of Finance and Economics...

Date of birth…April 1997, 4…

Today is…September 2018, 9…

Is this year…2018…

Jun Li's head suddenly hurt. He felt like something was wrong, but his dizzy and swollen brain made it impossible for him to think.

He always felt like something was wrong. He remembered that he wasn't here just now... He seemed to be...hiss...

"No. 44 can come for the interview!"

Jun Li came to his senses and saw that the name tag on his chest read 44. He stood up slightly and pushed open the office door. The five interviewers in the middle just glanced at him and said perfunctorily, "Put your resume here."

Jun Li didn't think about it any more. Everything in front of him was too familiar. He felt like it was a movie replay... as if he had experienced it before...

"No. 44, you have a high degree, but why don't you try to apply to some higher-level companies instead of applying to a small company like ours?"

Jun Li was slightly stunned by the familiar question, and then he spoke naturally: "It's not that small companies don't have big opportunities. I paid attention to your company for a long time when I was in college. Your company has a unique set of operating ideas in both the business field and other aspects, and your company is more humane in some aspects."

Jun Li cleared his throat and spoke the words that seemed to have been imprinted in his mind without thinking: "Your company donated money immediately during the flood a few days ago. The fact that you can donate so promptly shows that your company pays more attention to charities."

"While other companies are fighting tooth and nail for a single order, your company is focusing on flood relief. This shows that your company is more humane. Working in your company will definitely give me a greater sense of belonging than working in other companies..."

...

Jun Li finished the interview in a daze and was on his way home. He was surprised at his on-the-spot reaction belatedly.

It was as if I had said those words many times before... It was as if I already knew what questions the interviewer was going to ask...

But... this is indeed my first interview...

"Drip drip!"

Jun Li's cell phone suddenly rang. He frowned slightly but saw that the caller was Jun Qingfeng. After hesitating for a moment, he finally answered the call.

"Hey?"

"Did the interview go well, Junli?"

A familiar yet annoying voice came from the other end of the phone. Jun Li said coldly, "Hmm," and then said, "Don't worry about it."

"Jun Li, I asked you to come work in our family business and I will personally guide you. I don't know what you think. Why don't you want to work in our family business?"

Jun Qingfeng seemed particularly troubled by this: "You would rather go to a small company and compete with a bunch of small characters for a position than come to my own company and let me personally train you to become a real business talent?"

"Train? What were you doing earlier?"

Jun Li sneered and said sarcastically, "You left me in the countryside for more than ten years, and you didn't give me any love or child support! Now that I'm an adult, you start to get close to me and talk about training me. You keep saying it's for my own good?"

"Jun Qingfeng, I don't want your crappy company even if it's covered in gold! I have my own education and I can find a job based on my ability! We don't owe each other anything, so stop the hell from interfering with me!"

"When I was in college, my living expenses were 500 yuan a month! Do you know how I lived on 500 yuan?"

Jun Li's voice was trembling as he gritted his teeth to suppress his grievances: "My fucking underwear and socks were torn, but I couldn't bear to throw them away or buy new ones! I paid for my tuition for the whole year by working part-time!"

"Oh, by the way, the counselor thought I was a poor person and wanted to help me apply for a scholarship! Jun Qingfeng, where the hell were you when I was in such a miserable state!!"

Jun Li turned his head away and wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes. He panted heavily and didn't want Jun Qingfeng to notice his mood changes. After a long time, he said coldly: "I won't go to your crappy company. I don't fucking care about your huge fortune! Stop calling me to harass me!"

Jun Li put Jun Qingfeng on the blacklist after he finished speaking. He suddenly felt hungry and checked the balance on his phone. He still had 15.18 yuan...

The suit he was wearing was a second-hand one that he rented for fifty dollars. He spent almost all his money just for this interview and tried his best to dress himself up…

"Gulu..."

Jun Li covered his stomach and realized that he had been waiting in line for the interview since morning until now, past five o'clock. He hadn't eaten for the whole day and was now feeling dizzy with hunger.

After hesitating for a moment, he went to the convenience store and bought the cheapest instant noodles. Jun Li was reluctant to buy even the barreled noodles, so he bought the bags and directly filled the bags with hot water. He then reluctantly ignored the slightly disgusted expression of the convenience store clerk and picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks.

Now he didn't care about his image at all and just wanted to fill his stomach. The bag of hot water was still a little hot, and Jun Li's left palm was burned red when it touched the bag. Even so, he endured it and ate the instant noodles in big mouthfuls.

"Whoosh!"

"Be careful!!"

A football suddenly came towards Jun Li, and Jun Li was caught off guard and his instant noodle bag was knocked over by the football.

The scalding noodle soup and vegetable leaves soaked Jun Li's suit pants, and his thighs were probably burned and aching slightly.

“Ah! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!!”

The chubby little boy ran forward awkwardly and at a loss. He did not pick up the ball immediately but kept bowing to Jun Li to apologize.

Jun Li looked at his suit pants with some annoyance. He couldn't return them today because they were soaked in noodle soup. It would take three days to wash and dry them. The rent for renting clothes was fifty yuan a day...

One hundred and five...

For Jun Li now, it was an astronomical figure. He only had eleven dollars left on him, which was not even enough for a taxi home.

"Uncle...I'm sorry...I...I..."

The little fat boy seemed to be about to cry, and he lowered his head and twisted the corner of his clothes pitifully. Jun Li took a deep breath and waved his hand in annoyance: "Be careful next time you play football."

"Uncle...then your clothes..."

Jun Li looked at his clothes that were stained by the noodle soup and forced a smile: "It's okay, I'll wash them myself when I get home."

"uncle…"

"Don't call me uncle! I'm only 21!"

Jun Li forced a smile and stared at the fat boy, calling him uncle. He barely pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "How old are you? Call me brother."

"I...I'm...six years old..."

The chubby little boy lowered his head and muttered softly: "I'm fifteen years older now, shouldn't I call you uncle..."

Jun Li: …

Jun Li sighed and shook his head: "Go back, and be more careful next time you play football."

"Uncle... that..."

The little fat boy carefully pulled Jun Li's sleeve and said timidly: "Uncle, give me your contact information... I... I will compensate you, okay..."

"Compensate?"

Jun Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said with a little disdain: "You are a primary school student, right? How much money can you compensate?"

"I... not much..."

Jun Li saw that the child was in a difficult situation and probably couldn't pay much, so he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I might as well go back and wash it myself."

"Uncle...um...I have 200 pocket money a week...can I pay you 100 a week?"

Jun Li: …