Who hasn't loved a few scumbags

In order to celebrate Song Jianian's success in his first large-scale public construction bid, and also to celebrate the firm's winning a big contract, Cui Huaan decided to take everyone out for a good meal.Red envelopes are naturally essential.Lin Kexin loudly stopped everyone in the team from opening the red envelopes, and pinched the thickness of the red envelopes one by one with his own hands.Rolling his eyes, he said the amount in each red envelope, and when someone really took out the money in the red envelope and counted it, it was no different from what Lin Kexin said.

"Hey, this kid has become a genius."

Lin Kexin got a thick red envelope, and his whole face was full of smiles.A group of people were drinking at the bar, so he dragged Song Jianian into a corner and secretly asked how much the design fee was for this time.

Song Jianian gestured.

"700 million yuan? Such a large area, no matter what, we are all at a loss." Lin Kexin was suspicious.

"Lin Gong, please use the unit Dollor." Song Jianian withdrew his hand.

"Oh, that's really a big order. No wonder Lao Cui is so generous."

"The job at the Chengdu Hilton Hotel that the boss personally took over last time cost more."

"Fuck, really? At that time, I was still thinking that this was a loss-making business. Old Cui and the others have been busy for so long, and half their lives have been lost."

"Otherwise, do you think money is so easy to earn?"

Lin Kexin expressed his loyalty very appropriately: "Boss, don't worry, I will definitely die for you. I will do it, you can do whatever you want." He touched Song Jianian's glass with the wine glass in his hand, and poured it all at once. up.

"Then what, since I have such a good attitude, report to the construction supervisor..."

"Didn't you say you want to stand up for me, so please help me get the supervisor of the newspaper construction, okay?" Song Jianian patted Lin Kexin's thigh, took a sip of his wine, and smiled to see Lin Kexin collapse in an instant s face.

"Boss, I won't take you like this."

"Come on, Lin Gong."

"Ma Wencai! I'm going to drink three hundred cups with you today! Whoever loses won't be able to find a wife."

"Damn it, why don't you die."

Song Jianian was drinking while watching Lin Kexin and Chu Wencai fighting.Although he doesn't often participate in this kind of banter, he likes this atmosphere very much.There are not too many constraints, and there are not many administrative ties.This is something that was lacking at SGI, where he worked before.Shanghai Construction International and GRDT are two extremes, one is steady and the other is unrestrained.

Counting that he has been out for five years, he stayed at SCI International for fifteen months, and then he was dug into GRDT by Cui Huaan and has been working until now.

When I first came to Shanghai, I really suffered a lot. I couldn’t find a suitable house, so I found a cheap hotel to live in. There was no air conditioning, and it was so hot at night that I wanted to take off all my clothes and soak in cold water to sleep.For the first time, he saw a recruitment conference like the Beijing Spring Festival travel season. A suit was smooth before entering, but wrinkled and uneven after coming out.I was very tired every day, and I wanted to sleep directly on the bed, but within a few minutes, I was woken up by the heat.

There is no wireless in the hotel, and there is no way to pull the network, so I can only go to the nearby fast food restaurant to pick up wiff, send resumes to various mailboxes, but the return receipts are quite few.Later, when I talked about these things, I was taught a lesson by senior Y, and I didn't use the school mailbox of Q University, so what Hotmail did I use.Those HRs only need to look at your email suffix to know whether they should pick you up or not.Why does everyone want to enter a prestigious university? Apart from advanced resources, the university is also your network and reputation.These all need to be put to good use.

He didn't understand these twists and turns at that time, so he took a lot of detours.

One day the room was burglarized and almost all the belongings were looted. Fortunately, the MBP, ID card and some important documents were not stolen because they were locked in the cabinet.I asked the owner of the hotel to explain the situation, and the answer I got was that you blamed yourself for not locking the door.By the way, I couldn't wait to kick him out of the hotel because his room was due.It was only at this time that he belatedly realized that he had probably entered a black shop.

In early July in Shanghai, it was so hot that walking on the road was like a barbecue on a charcoal plate. Song Jianian was wearing that snug suit and carrying a computer. All he had on his body was the 200 yuan in his pocket.He looked at the small cart on the side of the road selling iron-plated tofu, and he just felt that he was that piece of tofu, which was roasted over and over in the sound of deep-frying. It was cut into pieces and fed to the land master.

Unable to find a job and running out of food and ammunition, Song Jianian was really disheartened at the time, not knowing what was the point of coming to Shanghai specially, it turned out that this is a city that does not welcome him.He took out the 200 yuan in his pocket, thinking about what the 200 yuan could do.Even if you want to buy a plane ticket back to Beijing, you can't do it.

He didn't go back to Beijing probably because he didn't want to lose. He always felt that as long as he went back, he would lose.

He went to the bank to report the loss of his bank card, checked the balance in it, and could only sigh.I walked for two hours on foot to the recruitment center, and spent 100 yuan to make myself a set of shorts, short sleeves and sandals, and changed my suit in the public toilet.At the nearby McDonald's in the evening, I ordered a cup of coffee with unlimited refills and sat there all night.Confused about the future, Shanghai is so big, there is no place for him.

But no one can help him, and he can only carry everything by himself.

The next morning, he was lying on the McDonald's table numbly, with a cup of cold Blue Mountain coffee in his hand, and a mobile phone with only [-]% battery left.He sat on this chair all night, his legs were numb, his waist was straight up, and his bones were still rattling.He touched the phone screen, but there was no new news.

The sun at six o'clock in the morning is beautiful, with gentle brilliance.Disappointed, he didn't even go to the bathroom to shave and wash his face.I drank the cup and the coffee I took out of the refrigerator in one gulp and walked out of McDonald's.

Walking aimlessly on the street, watching the crowds getting bigger and bigger, watching the office workers rush towards the bus that is about to leave with breakfast in their mouths.He brushes past them, sitting on a park bench, watching elderly men practice martial arts with plastic swords.

The sun gradually rose.

Then when he was most desperate, probably when he had lost his mind, Shanghai Construction International sent him an email back, informing him to come for an interview at [-]:[-] in the morning.He was stunned for a moment, and then he was so excited that he almost cried out in the street.Finally, I realized what it means to have an endless road.

Later, he successfully practiced at SCI International and became a full-time employee.To be honest, he is really grateful to SCI. Without this company, he probably would not be the same in the future.But it is also a helpless move to leave from there.

He became a full-time employee after a two-month internship at Shanghai Construction International, rented a small, poor room far away from the company, and took the subway for an hour and a half to work every day.I was overjoyed to get my salary in the first month of becoming a full-time employee.I bought silk scarves and wallets for Ms. Qi and Mr. Song Lianghan and sent them home. After a few days, I finally dared to call home, but when I heard Ms. Qi crying, I almost shed tears again.Ms. Qi scolded him first, and then said happily that she liked silk scarves very much, and that Mr. Song Lianghan also liked wallets very much, and she immediately used them.Finally, I asked him how his work was, how he ate, how well he lived, how his relationship with his colleagues was, and whether his boss had a good temper.When the road is exhausted, the son travels thousands of miles and the mother is worried about this sentence.He huddled in the dirty sofa, took a puff of cigarette with his mobile phone away, and then replied to Ms. Qi's words.Everything is good, the food is good, the house is good, the work is not tiring, the relationship between colleagues is harmonious, and the boss is gentle and kind.

It took a few more months before I saved enough money to buy gifts for all my brothers. It was not something expensive, but something from my heart.We got in touch and listened to a lot of lessons.But there is no intention of going back to Beijing.They couldn't hold him back, so they had to let him go to Shanghai.

What he learned the most from SCI was not drawing skills or design concepts, but the unspoken rules of the workplace.His growth in these 24 months is even more than that in the previous [-] years.Many naive thoughts were crushed to pieces in the shady scenes one by one.He also has to become smooth and calm.It doesn't matter if you are flattering or flattering, or you can give gifts or money, or you can only draw a profile if you are suppressed, or you can survive.However, the only thing that he could not tolerate was the design being stolen.He couldn't swallow this breath, so he tore up with Shangjian International.Removed to GRDT.After studying under Cui Huaan for a period of time, he was released to lead the project alone.

He is a well-known overtime madman in GRDT, and also has the nickname of Avalokitesvara, because he draws very fast and accurately, whether it is computer drawing or hand-drawing, everyone says he has grown a thousand Hands are not human at all.

He gradually became famous in Shanghai's construction industry, not only because of his unforgettable handsome face, but also because he began to represent GRDT in bidding for small high-rise buildings at a young age, and the results were very gratifying.Even the great masters praised the thoughtful design of the younger generations.He is too young. For an architect, there are almost no people of his generation in the scene of countless tenders.And he always wears that black suit, smiles at those who are five, ten, and 20 years older than him, and kills his defeated opponents with a smile.

If there is anything he lacks now, it is probably that he lacks a chance to win an award and a world-renowned international standard.

The T3 terminal of Suzhou International Airport this time is just an opportunity for him to figure out what to pay attention to when building super-large-scale buildings.

In a blink of an eye, five years have passed.Song Jianian really had to sigh, time really waits for no one.

Over the years, he never went home, but he often called Song Hanyu, nothing important, just listening to Song Hanyu's voice, all the suffering, tiredness, grievances and grievances disappeared.Sometimes when he heard the voice of singing from the phone, he would be very excited and ask Song Hanyu what joke he was watching.When he was a child, he lived in a ravine, and there were no recreational activities. The most unusual thing was to go to the market to watch theaters during Chinese New Year.Although I can't understand what the babbling is singing, I feel lively and festive, and I like it from the bottom of my heart.When I was in school, I often went to the theater to listen to it, and I would also go to teahouses. When I arrived in Shanghai, I didn’t have the interest and time.

But it wasn't enough, he wasn't doing well enough, not enough.At least for now, it's not time to go back.

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