School girls always want to bend me

Zhang Yawen felt that she had committed a heinous crime, and she hurriedly redeemed herself: "No, that's not what I meant, what I meant was...that is, you are not like those lively girls who are so lively that they make a fuss. Headache, it's best if you are quiet and obedient."

As she spoke, she said silently in her heart, lively and lovely girls, I'm sorry, I have to sacrifice you today.

Ye Qiqi raised his head, his face that was originally frozen was like a thawed spring, and his face softened.

Zhang Yawen felt that he was not leading an intern for an interview, but a bit like...serving his immediate boss.

Is this the charm of a good person?Will the people around her follow her unconsciously?

Her office is deep and needs to walk through winding paths.

Zhang Yawen is not good at socializing, the two of them walked forward in silence, thinking about how to get closer to this cold-looking junior, even if the junior finally gave up here for an internship, but next time There will definitely still be encounters at division gatherings.

After all, they are brothers and sisters.

The bungalows retain the basic structure of the past, and now the studios of the publishing house are all small rooms.Zhang Yawen thought, this position is probably the only place their unit can be used to brag.

Zhang Yawen brushed his hair behind his ears and asked, "Do you know what the current price of this bungalow is?"

Ye Qiqi probably knows a little bit. It takes a long walk to get down from the subway. There is a real estate agency in the middle, and the surrounding houses are already expensive.

She looked at the people in front: "I remember that this place is not privately owned?"

After pondering for a while, he said, "It's illegal to sell it. So, even if it's expensive, it doesn't mean much."

What he said was clear and clear, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Zhang Yawen froze, that's not what she meant, she just wanted to turn around and explain, her right foot hadn't fully stepped on the steps, her stiletto chain sandals were tilted to one side, and her center of gravity was very unstable.

Seeing is at stake.

But she fell into the thin bosom.

Ye Qiqi stretched out his arms and hugged her body, with his hands slightly apart, with a bit of politeness and distance.

As they approached, Ye Qiqi smelled a stronger fruit fragrance.

Zhang Yawen came to his senses and immediately stabilized his body.

"I'm really sorry." The voice was muffled.

There was some distance between the two, Ye Qiqi smiled, looked at Zhang Yawen's shoes, and said carefully, "If you're not used to it, you can wear... flat shoes."

But this seems to be a bit of a distance for the two people who met for the first time.

Ye Qiqi: "I'll just say whatever I want."

A slightly embarrassing vignette in which both men try to pretend nothing happened.

Later, Ye Qiqi was brought into a living room.

European-style long tables and chairs, gorgeous crystal chandeliers mottled with dust.

Two people have arrived.A woman in her early thirties wearing a green skirt, and a fat middle-aged man.

Ye Qiqi took a seat in a corner and sat down. The three of them were all waiting for the interview.

At exactly one o'clock, the interview started, the woman in the green skirt was the first, and Ye Qiqi was behind her.

About three or ten minutes later, the door opened and people came out.

Ye Qiqi put down his schoolbag, put down his rolled up shirt cuffs, and buttoned them up.

A simple interview table, opposite Zhang Yawen and a gentleman wearing glasses.

The sound of paper flipping was heard in the small room, and the man asked first: "You are from the Department of Computer Science, University of Q, and you have a high grade point, so there should be no problem with graduate studies. Why did you get admitted to the Chinese graduate student of University of F?" ?”

Probably everyone who reads this resume will have this question.

In the current social environment, computer majors and Chinese majors are not a difficult choice.

Many people have asked her this question.

She sat up straight and said, "This shouldn't be directly related to my internship?"

The two interviewees didn't realize that Ye Qiqi would have such an answer, so they looked at each other, and Zhang Yawen continued.

"Your qualifications are very suitable for this position. You have good professional grades, and you have published books with Mr. Zheng, and you should be familiar with the publishing process. Your research direction is also more suitable for our project."

As she spoke, she flipped through the densely packed resume.

"Your TOEFL score is very high. We need to contact some overseas authors for this project. This will be useful. Is the TOEFL test for studying abroad in the future?"

In fact, this is another question that has nothing to do with this interview.

But Ye Qiqi answered seriously: "The undergraduate exchange went to a school in the United States."

She didn't include this one in her resume.

"Is it the East or the West?"

"Mexi."

Zhang Yawen was surprised to report the name of a school, the scope is not large, the school is actually easy to guess: "This is the school I went to at the time."

Ye Qiqi said in her heart, I know you went to this school, she nodded: "Yes, the cherry blossoms in spring are beautiful."

Zhang Yawen was even more emotional: "My junior sister and I are so destined to each other, we exchanged with the same mentor and the same school."

This time the interview took only 15 minutes, which was so fast that the third interviewer was a little caught off guard.

Ye Qiqi returned to the previous living room, the freshly brewed tea on the table was still steaming.

The woman in the green skirt looked at Ye Qiqi and asked, "Are you a local?"

The stranger's question was very impolite, but Ye Qixi responded with a simple nod because of his upbringing.

"In these places, a day's salary is not enough to eat lunch around. Is it for charity? I was forced by my parents to come here. My home is nearby, and I can walk to work."

Ye Qiqi stroked the glass teacup to ease the stiffness and coolness of his body.On a rainy day, the temperature is not high, and the air conditioner in the room is too strong.

The woman's thoughts continued: "I thought no one would come to such a job, but there are two more of you."

Ye Qiqi took the woman's voice and the sound of the rain outside as background sounds.

The interview with the third person didn't last long, and soon, all three people walked out.

The woman in the green skirt stood up first, and said eagerly: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Li, look, this internship, how about I don't want the internship salary?"

Everyone in the room was stunned.

Zhang Yawen's face was unpredictable, and he was shocked by this strange speech.

Everyone has it these days.

During the interview just now, she found that this woman was very strange, even if it was for money, she would not want her.

Ye Qiqi stood aside, seeing Zhang Yawen's distorted face.

Did she waver?she thinks.

In the year since she came to the Chinese Department, she had contacted some publishing houses and knew that publishing is difficult now. Many books have to be subsidized to the publishing houses if they can be published, and the book number is getting more and more difficult.

Maybe someone who will really consider hiring based on economic cost, her "versatile" in the mouth of the interviewer is not necessarily a plus item.

This year, she was well aware of the difference in thinking patterns between herself and these Chinese students, and she put aside her calm judgment for a while.

While a group of people were stalemate, a dignified old lady walked down the stairs.

Zhang Yawen greeted the man wearing glasses first: "Editor-in-Chief, you are here today."

The editor-in-chief of the Ancient Books Publishing House, Ye Qiqi has a little impression of this person, thanks to Xie Lin, Xie Lin is an undergraduate student at F University, and she knows the history of the department very well. As I mentioned once, Teacher Huang's wife and he are both academic madmen, and they are the editor-in-chief of the Ancient Books Publishing House, with a high status.

It is the so-called "academic couple".

Zhang Yawen had already joined the publishing house at that time, so when she heard this, she didn't filter it out, but kept it in her heart.

She remembered that when she was taking essays and criticizing history, her final grade was A+, and Teacher Huang gave her an academic collection of cooperation between him and his wife.

Now, it just comes in handy.

When the editor-in-chief passed by her, she said softly, "Hello, Teacher Dai."

Teacher Huang's wife is surnamed Dai.

Dai Li was very unfamiliar with Ye Qiqi's face. She stopped and asked, "Do you know me?"

"Ms. Xiu Huang's class will often hear the teacher mentioning you and telling some interesting stories about the teacher and you at the desk together." In fact, she didn't remember any of these interesting stories.

"Really? Will he mention me in class?" Although it was an interrogative sentence, there was an involuntary look of joy on his face.

Ye Qiqi nodded: "The teacher also gave me a collection, which has benefited me a lot, and your signature is on it."

"Then your grades must be very good. You, Mr. Huang, have a habit of giving gifts to those with the best grades every year. He is very strict. Being able to be favored by him means that you are very good."

Ye Qiqi lowered his head and remained silent, vividly interpreting a down-to-earth and diligent student.

Dai Li turned to Zhang Yawen and said, "Our publishing house just wants to recruit more such outstanding students."

The two who received the instructions nodded hastily.

Ye Qiqi watched the people leave, observed Zhang Yawen's face, and thought, this matter should almost be settled.

The woman in the green dress was dumbfounded when she saw what happened just now, and she cursed in her heart: Isn't it just an 80 yuan a day internship, it needs such a roll!