fortune teller rollover scene

My name is Douheyun, I am 24 years old, and I am an ordinary white-collar worker at Quhua Video Co., Ltd. who has just been admitted.

My own luck was so unlucky that it has been dark and foggy until now.

After graduation, the roommates in the dormitory have already planned the future and develop in their own directions.

This made me very envious. I was lazy when I was in school, my class was so-so, and my homework was always barely passed.

In the city of Z, animation companies, large and small, are turning around and looking for jobs.

There is a future full of mazes before, and two big bosses in the family are watching.

If I can't find a job here, I'm afraid I'll end up in a co-ed triathlon.

Until yesterday, a phone call saved me who was pinched by fate on the back of my neck.

"I want to get rich, get rich, get rich, get rich

Make a fortune and make a lot of money and then go home for the new year

Money money money for money"

Some crappy rap echoed in the living room, and I couldn't help holding my breath, thinking it was bad.

Very bad.

Even if you don't have a job yet, you want to make a lot of money, and you are so blatant, you will be beaten to death! ! !

"Mom? You... you want me to answer the phone and finish the call?"

I glanced at the blushing old father who was holding back his laughter, and I was angry in my heart whether I was their real son or not!

Both of them like to listen to operas, and they have always disliked these songs that don’t make a tune or rhyme. When I was young, I was playful and accidentally broke one of my mother’s favorite discs, and was chased all over the yard.

Imagine a little boy with a fair face crying, holding up his pants and running wildly in the yard, calling Mom, I was wrong, wrong, and a beautiful woman behind him holding a spatula and yelling He wanted to beat his own son to death.

My Father?Of course he was sitting on the balcony upstairs drinking tea, playing chess with himself, and lamenting the peace of the world.

Ah.

Looking back, my mother looks very petite, but she is afraid of anyone when she moves her hands.

She let go of her hand, picked up the cattail fan on the glass table, and as soon as she sat down on the sofa, her husband sat down like a dog and squeezed his hands.

"Wife, have you worked hard? This kid is so big now, and his neck is much stronger. How can your little hands bear it?"

"It's really pissing me off."

I answered the phone silently, closed the door, and isolated the ward.

There is no one like my dad who is such a dog leg.

Small hands?

I rolled my eyes and said slowly, "Hello? How are you?"

"Hi, I'm from the Human Resources Department of Quhua Company. I would like to ask if you are free to come to our company tomorrow?"

"what?"

The surprise came so quickly that I was stunned, and I didn't have time to react. The other party seemed to be very good at dealing with such situations. I only heard the girl opposite smiled, and there was a sound of pages turning from the phone.

"It's like this. It just so happens that your resume is very suitable for our boss's ideal employee. So I want to invite you to come to the company for a three-month trial. If you can, then come to work tomorrow."

I was a little confused when I heard this. What is an ideal employee?A large part of his resume was copied by the bully who grabbed the lower berth.Of course, except for some basic information, I didn't copy it.

I'm still very upright.

This makes me feel very strange. Although it is a good thing to find a job, this admission is too strange.

The person interviewing with me is a person with more experience than myself. Doesn't the company choose the best first?

Besides, the interviewer only glanced at his resume at the beginning, asked a few questions, and didn't ask about his ideals.

Quite casual.

"Ah, may I ask why?"

I thought about it, and asked the question in my heart.

Although panicked.

The person on the other side was silent for a while, causing my heart to beat like it was going to jump out of my chest.

"Sorry, I don't quite understand what our boss means. Anyway, yours is a competition, which is suitable for our company's group requirements."

Before I could react, the person on the other side had hung up the phone with a beep.

Than what hexagram?

baffling.

I pulled out the chair and sat cross-legged on it, rubbing my chin and thinking.

Could this be a scam to lure me into a deep mountain and wild ditch!No!so terrible!

or...

not going?

I put down my hand, held the handrail, lowered my foot a little, and started to spin.

From time to time, the floor was being ground to make a harsh sound.

"Is that to inform you that the job interview was successful?"

I saw the old mother holding the cattail fan and fanning it again and again. It seemed that the strength was very light, but the hand holding the handle tightly revealed the old man's current mood.

I was pressed the stop button by this faint voice, turned around and lay down on the back of the chair, flattering her: "My dear mother, you have already guessed why you are so smart!"

I smiled foolishly, my back was covered in cold sweat, as if I had guessed my ending.

"I have to go to work tomorrow."

The old man's eyes are sharp, and he can see the big characters written on my face at once.

I was silent for a while, then thought of the strange notification again, and hesitated.

Go, may be cheated.

If you don't go, you will be beaten.

To go or not to go?

The delicate woman in front of her finally showed her first gentle smile tonight, and said, "Son, get up early tomorrow. Mom is proud of you."

I secretly thought fuckshit.

But I went to the company honestly.

Ah.

Not surrender.

It is respect for the elderly.

The author has something to say: Don't compare fiction with reality.

I don't know about work hahahahahahahahahahaha