The Pentium Era - South to North

Liu Ligan took out a set of four volumes of the Legend of the King, also known as "Model of the Times", and took out four or five volumes of award certificates with red covers, and told Zhang Chen that I would use these bombs to blow them up.

Zhang Chen looked envious, saying that I had nothing.

"You don't have to, you bring your own certificate, and you will be the winner of the special prize as soon as you write." Liu Ligan comforted him.

The two people went downstairs and when they went out of the door, they saw the woman sitting at the door. When she saw them, she smiled at them, and they smiled at her, and then went out.

The two people were riding bicycles and decided to go to "Haicheng Evening News" first. "Haicheng Evening News" was relatively close to them, in the courtyard of Haicheng City Government. They got off the car at the gate of the city government and pushed their bicycles to go inside. , the armed police on duty at the door stopped them and asked them which department they were going to and what they wanted.

Zhang Chen said that we came to apply for jobs at the Haicheng Evening News. The armed police pointed to the right and told them to enter through the side road.

They walked along the wrought-iron fence of the municipal government yard, and at the end they came to a path. On the wall at the intersection, there was a sign that read "Haicheng Evening News" with a red arrow underneath.

They continued walking along the wrought iron fence of the municipal government yard. After walking forty or fifty meters, the fence was broken open and there was a small door with a sign hanging on the door. It turned out that this was the newspaper office of "Haicheng Evening News" , and the company’s address in the newspaper, the so-called municipal government compound at No. 1 Longkun North Road, is actually a three-story annex building behind the municipal government building.

There were no armed police on duty here, and the door was open. They walked in. The hall on the first floor was only about twenty square meters, which was similar to the dormitory of their Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe. There was a row of wooden benches on one side, and on each chair , there were six or seven people sitting there, and there were a few standing, and it seemed they were all here to apply for jobs.

Zhang Chen and Liu Li stood against the wall for a while. A girl wearing glasses came out of the corridor, looked at them and asked:

"Are you all here to apply for jobs?"

Everyone quickly said yes.

"Give me your resumes."

Everyone quickly and respectfully handed over their resumes with both hands.

"Wait here until your name is called."

After the girl finished speaking, she turned into the corridor again.

The first interviewer went in and came out after seven or eight minutes. The girl followed him out and called:

"Is there anyone new here? If anyone is new here, please give me your resume."

In just these seven or eight minutes, four or five more applicants came in. They quickly handed in their resumes, and then the girl shouted: "Zhang Chen."

Zhang Chen got up quickly, and the girl said to him: "Go into the third office."

Zhang Chen walked over, stood at the door, bowed slightly inside, and said hello to them!

In the office, two people in their thirties were sitting at two tables side by side. Beside the side-by-side tables, there was a steel folding chair. One of them motioned for Zhang Chen to sit down, and Zhang Chen sat down. The other one held Zhang Chen's resume, asked:

"From Zhejiang?"

"right."

"So you worked at Zhejiang Newspaper?"

"No."

"Qianjiang Evening News?"

"No."

"Hangzhou newspaper?"

Zhang Chen shook his head.

""Economic Life News"? "Zhejiang Science and Technology News"?"

"No, I've never worked in a newspaper." Zhang Chen felt like he was sweating. He was scolding Jin Lili in his heart. It's a woman's first time, and a man's first time is like this, okay?

The person who asked him leaned back: "Then where have you done it?"

"The troupe, I am the artist of the troupe." Zhang Chen said.

"Which school did you graduate from?" asked the person sitting opposite.

"Oh, it didn't say anything on it." The man holding Zhang Chen's resume looked at the resume again and said.

Zhang Chen felt that the sweat on his back had started to fall. He stammered: "I didn't graduate from any school. I just taught myself and was good at painting. That's why I was recruited into the troupe. I can show you my work permit." , by the way, I can also draw pictures for you to see..."

The two people laughed. One said, "It's funny. Even if you draw, we can't understand it." The other said, "Our art editor is not required to know how to draw."

Zhang Chen wanted to ask, what does your art editor do? Before he spoke, one of them said, That's it, thank you!

This was the expulsion order. Zhang Chen stood up and went out in a somewhat embarrassed manner. Liu Ligan stood at the entrance of the corridor. When he saw Zhang Chen, he quickly asked: "How is it?"

Zhang Chen shook his head.

Liu Ligan said: "It's okay, there's still me. Let's see if I kill them until every last bit of them is left."

As soon as Liu Ligan finished speaking, the girl shouted: "Liu Ligan, the third door."

Liu Ligan walked into the door. The two people in the door looked at him expressionlessly. Liu Ligan put his satchel on the table, took out the set of "Models of the Times" and the award certificate from the bag, and sat on the left When the leader saw him, he said to him:

"Don't take out these things. Everyone who applies for a job here has these."

Liu Li was embarrassed for a moment. He was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he should put them back in his bag. The person opposite shouted:

"Show me those books."

Liu Ligan handed him the four copies of "Models of the Times". The man opened them, looked at them, and said with a smile, "Oh, you wrote them all by yourself. It's pretty awesome."

He then looked at the back cover: "Printed internally?"

"That's right, but it was edited by the County Federation of Literary and Art Circles in our county." Liu Ligan said.

The man returned four copies of "Models of the Times" to Liu Ligan and said to him: "I roughly browsed through it and found that your writing style is very romantic. I think you are suitable for literary creation, but you are not suitable for being a reporter. Although It’s all writing, but there’s a big difference between writing and writing.”

Liu Ligan said yes, yes, and was cursing in his heart. In just a few seconds, you basically turned the tables? The style is also very romantic. The boastful articles in your newspapers are probably more romantic than me.

"That's it, okay? I think you are overqualified for your job as a reporter here. Thank you!"

Liu Ligan was also blasted out.

The two people walked out of the "Haicheng Evening News" door and stood in front of the bicycle for a while. They both felt a deep sense of frustration. What they couldn't accept was not the failure to apply for the job, but the contempt written on the other's face. If they were in Yongcheng, Zhang Chen would definitely punch them in the face. Damn it, even the director of culture would not dare to treat me like this.

"Isn't it just a broken newspaper? Hiding in this corner, you think you are Xinhua News Agency!" Liu Ligan scolded, "There is no place for me to stay here, I have my own place to stay. Let's go, "Haijiao Literature", Set off!"

The magazine "Haijiao Literature" is located in Qiongshan. Qiongshan was originally a county under Haicheng. After Hainan was established as a province and Haicheng became the provincial capital, Qiongshan County was merged into Haicheng and became Qiongshan District.

It took them nearly an hour to ride to Qiongshan, and it took them another ten minutes to find "Cape Literature". "Cape Literature" was on the second floor of a five-story building on a street where sewers were being buried.

They climbed up to the second floor and faced a large office of more than 100 square meters. More than a dozen people were working in this office.

Zhang Chen and Liu Ligan stood at the door and saw that there was no special sign inside where the recruitment office was, and they didn't know who to look for.

A young man near the door looked up, saw them, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"We are here to apply for jobs." Liu Ligan said.

The young man turned his head and shouted inside: "Editor Han, someone is applying."

Everyone in the office looked up. The one in the back, sitting behind the largest desk, a middle-aged man in his late forties, stood up and waved to them, gesturing for them to come over.