Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

Mu Qiong was not surprised to be rejected.

He also knew that it would be difficult to find a job if he went directly to the door and asked, but if he didn't ask, he didn't know how to find a job.

He has never gone out to work in his previous life, and he usually discusses things with people or makes friends through the Internet, but now he lives in a world without the Internet.

It wasn't even his world at all.

Standing on the streets of the concession, he felt vaguely at a loss, but the situation at home forced him to adapt to the world as soon as possible.

Mu Qiong came out of the bank and went into a soy sauce shop nearby to inquire.

At this time, the common sauce garden shops in the south of the Yangtze River were shops specializing in selling all kinds of sauces, including condiments such as soy sauce and some pickles.Probably because the logistics was not developed at this time, and there were no refrigerators or freezers. People often ate pickled food and various sauces, and the business of the sauce garden shop was very good.

The owner of the Jiangyuan shop also rejected him without hesitation.

Mu Qiong asked many shops, but he couldn't find a job. He wanted to find a higher-level job, such as being an interpreter, but he had no connections, and there were some places where he couldn't even get in. Get close and be driven away.

In modern times, merchants can complain to drive away customers with clothes, but in this era, if you don't leave quickly, you may be beaten.

As for the plot of meeting a nobleman who would make a fortune in some novels... Anyway, he didn't encounter it.

Mu Qiong walked on the street for more than an hour, and finally saw a job recruitment notice.

It was an insurance company called Hezhong, which wanted to hire a scribe.

Mu Qiong didn't know much about insurance companies these days, but he thought he could do the job of a scribe.

This Hezhong insurance company was on the second floor of a clothing store on the side of the road. When Mu Qiong went up the small stairs next to the clothing store, he saw seven or eight men in robes busy inside.

He originally thought that men in the concessions in the Republic of China should wear suits, but in fact they didn't. From what he saw along the way, everyone generally wore long gowns.

"Hello, are you hiring a scribe here?" Mu Qiong asked with a smile.

"Yes, do you have a letter of introduction?" A man sitting at the desk, looking about thirty years old, with a neatly trimmed beard above his lips, looked up and asked Mu Qiong.

"I saw the recruitment notice posted below." Mu Qiong said, of course he didn't have a letter of introduction. He didn't even know that he needed a letter of introduction to find a job at this time.

"We don't want a letter of introduction." The man glanced at Mu Qiong and immediately refused.

"I don't have a letter of introduction, but I should be qualified for this job. I'm from Beijing, and I studied in the preparatory class of Peking University." Mu Qiong said: "My Chinese is very good, and I can also speak English and French."

During this period, Peking University was at its most glorious time.As for the Peking University preparatory class, in fact, it is a middle school that can directly enter Peking University, and you must pass the exam to enter.

After the original owner went to Beijing, the middle school that the original owner's father asked him to take was the preparatory class of Peking University.

According to the knowledge of the original owner, if he went to an ordinary middle school in Beijing, his grades would definitely be able to keep up, but the Peking University preparatory class...how could it be so easy to pass the exam?

Of course the original owner failed the exam, and then... was sent to elementary school!

In fact, the original owner had never attended the preparatory class of Peking University, but Mu Qiong still pulled up this banner at the moment.

When the man heard about the Peking University preparatory class, he looked at Mu Qiong differently: "Where's the graduation certificate?"

"I lost my graduation certificate, but I know everything I should know." Mu Qiong said.

The man looked at Mu Qiong suspiciously: "How can such an important thing as a graduation certificate be lost?"

"Old Li, why are you telling him so much? Looking at him like this, he might be smoking opium." A person next to him said, looking at Mu Qiong with contempt.

Hearing what his colleague said, the suspicion in his eyes turned into vigilance: "We don't recruit people here."

"I just fell ill for a while." Mu Qiong felt helpless.

However, the man didn't listen to his explanation at all, and only frowned and waved: "You go!"

The man's colleague also said to the man: "I said that there is no need to hang up the recruitment sign, it is just copying the name and address of the contract, go to the nearby middle school and ask, just find a word that is good! Don't worry about the source. .”

They no longer talk to Mu Qiong, and Mu Qiong can only leave here.

He knew that in Shanghai at this time, although opium was condemned, it was legally bought and sold, and many rich people would smoke it, but he really didn't expect that he would be mistaken for an opium smoker, so he couldn't help but feel a little helpless , and looked at the old bamboo cloth gown on his body and sighed.

His attire is not bad in the alley of Yao's house, but he looks a little out of date here, and he looks sick and young, so he might not give a good first impression, not to mention that he is still very young. He couldn't even get his high school diploma... No wonder people didn't even want to give him a chance.

After leaving Hezhong Insurance Company, it was already noon.

Mu Qiong took out the bread that Mu Changyu had made for him, ate it, and continued walking.

He is a little thirsty right now, but fortunately he can bear it. Even in the current situation, he doesn't know where he should go to find a job.

"We're selling newspapers, we're selling newspapers!" A ten-year-old newspaper boy yelled as he walked past Mu Qiong.

"Wait." Mu Qiong stopped him.

"Sir, do you want to buy newspapers? Daobao Newspaper costs two copper dollars, Dazhong Daily only costs one copper dollar!" said the newsboy.

"Can I see it?" Mu-joon asked.

The newsboy was a little hesitant, but he still showed Mu Qiong the first page of the newspaper he was holding: "Mr. Wenda's new novel has started to be serialized, please buy a copy, sir!"

Moo-joon also wants to buy newspapers, but newspapers are too expensive...

"I don't have any money... I'm here to look for a job, can you let me see the recruitment information on it?" Mu Qiong asked, judging from the books he had read before and the memory of the original owner, in the newspaper at this time, They already know how to publish advertisements, job recruitment notices, etc., and some literati have no money to spend, so they will sell calligraphy and paintings in newspapers.

The newspaper boy looked at Mu Qiong without saying a word: "I'm still in a hurry to sell newspapers!" After speaking, he took the newspaper and ran away.

Mu Qiong just glanced at the top Shenjiang Newspaper just now, and only saw an advertisement for a house for rent in the middle of the newspaper, but he didn't see any job recruitment information.

A rickshaw pulled a woman wearing a cheongsam and a shawl quickly past Mu Qiong, and after a while, another car carrying a blond foreigner drove past.

There were a lot of people on the road in the concession, so the driver of the car kept honking the horn, and the sound of "cracking" kept ringing.

"Mom! Crack the car, crack the car!" A child shouted happily pointing at the car.

Mu Qiong looked over, only to find that they were a few acquaintances—the talking child and his family, who came here by tram with him in the morning.

The family was a couple in their thirties with three children. They stood on the side of the road looking at the car for a while, then talked and laughed and went into a western restaurant on the side of the road.

Speaking of which, there are quite a lot of western restaurants in the concession, but the people who eat in them are all Chinese, and although these western restaurants are opened in western-style buildings, the decoration inside is quite Chinese-style.

Of course, there are also some Western restaurants that are more Western-style. For example, the Western restaurant that the family went to is different from other Western restaurants, and it looks more stylish.

Mu Qiong looked at the western restaurant, and was thinking about whether to go in and ask, when he heard a middle-aged man in a long robe and mandarin jacket complaining in Cantonese at the door of the western restaurant next to him.

Mu Qiong can't speak Cantonese, but he has a good language talent, and he can understand it, so he understands what this man said. The things in this store are more expensive than his.

When Mu Qiong heard this, his heart moved: "People don't come to eat here because your restaurant looks old and doesn't look like a western restaurant."

The boss took a look at Mu Qiong, feeling flustered from idleness, he even chatted with Mu Qiong in Shanghai dialect with an accent: "Although my place is old, it is an authentic Cantonese-style western restaurant, and the food is very authentic. Alas! There have been many people eating here in the past few years!"

Mu Qiong: "...Western restaurants...and Cantonese ones?"

"Of course there is." The boss looked like Mu Qiong, who was rare and strange.

Mu Qiong: "..."

The boss said again: "Shanghai people come to the concession, and they all eat big dishes. My shop used to be full, but since I opened this one next door..."

People here care about eating western food and eating big dishes. The boss said that Shanghainese come to the concession to eat western food. Mu Qiong believes this. If you come to the concession and eat steamed stuffed buns, it is no different from outside.

Coming to the concession to eat Western food is probably the same as when rural people went to the city in the 70s and 2000s and went to a state-owned hotel for a meal, or around [-], went to a big city to eat a KFC.

"If you want a good business, I have a solution." Mu Qiong said.

"You kid is a young master who smoked out all his money, right? What can you do?" The man sneered.

Mu Qiong didn't expect that he would be mistaken for smoking opium again, so he could only say: "I don't smoke such harmful things as opium, it's just that my family was defeated and I got sick again... You want a good business , you can learn from the neighbor and make it a little higher."

"Who doesn't know this? Isn't it asking for money?"

"There is also a way to save money. You can hire me. I can stand at the door in a suit, greet people in foreign language, and keep guests coming to eat with you." Mu Qiong said.His arms were still sore, and he had walked a lot in the past two days, and even his legs hurt.

Now that he is going all out, he just wants to get a job quickly.