"The probation period is 1,500 per month. If you perform well, your salary will rise to 1,800 after three months of becoming a regular employee. What else do you have to do with salary?" A young woman with heavy makeup on her face knocked on her just-made crystal armor and asked Su Cheng impatiently.

Su Cheng shook his head.

"Okay, you can come to work next Monday." The girl waved her hand and signaled him to go out and called for the next person to come in.

When Sucheng walked out, he was not excited to find a job. His family was an oil field worker. He finally got into a university in Beijing and studied oil major. When people in his hometown saw his parents, they said: Your Sucheng is promising and will be a person in the capital in the future.

Unfortunately, the reality is that he is unemployed after graduation, and waiting for the recruitment of the oilfield children is far away. Without a household registration in the city and a deep background, a student majoring in an ordinary university, no matter how good his grades are, he cannot be a meal. CNOOC is even more overwhelming. He cannot even enter a slightly larger company. In the end, he has been reducing his expectations and came to such a small logistics company, watching goods and recording vehicle traffic in a logistics company with less than 30 people.

Su Xing felt very guilty when he remembered his parents who had white hair at home. He looked like this. Not to mention taking them to Beijing to enjoy their fortunes, maybe they would have to work hard in the future.

He was full of worries and walked on the road without paying attention to a car suddenly jumping out of the road on the left.

With a harsh sound, Su Xing felt his body floating gently, and his mind was blank.

...

Su Cheng opened his eyes and saw a group of guys dressed like migrant workers surrounded him.

A boy wearing an old green military uniform laughed and said, "Su Cheng, aren't you bragging about your health every day? How about it? Before August, you actually had heatstroke."

"Where am I?" He didn't know these people at all. How did they know that his name was Su Cheng, and they even said that he had heatstroke. Didn't he have a car accident?

"You are stupid! This is the school. You were just looking at the bulletin board and suddenly fainted." The man wore a white sweatshirt that his father only had, and a towel hung around his neck.

Su Cheng suddenly felt his head was extremely confused, and countless information poured into his mind. The man in front of him was Liuzi, who was his roommate. He is now in Peking University. No, it is not the current Peking University, but the original Peking University. He was a college student in the early 1980s.

He was hit by a car and actually hit an early Chinese Peking University student with the same name and surname as him.

"It's okay, it's okay. I've been standing for a long time and I'm a little dizzy. I'm fine." Su Cheng refused their support and company, and he wanted to think about it carefully.

"Well, it's fine, but this bulletin board is not good either. It's all companies that no one goes to. Just take a look and go back to the dormitory early." Seeing Su Cheng insisting, the man in the green military uniform did not persuade him and pulled the others away.

Liu Zi, who was pulled away, didn't want to leave, but he complained: "Wang Ting, why are you pulling me? You know that Liu Zi fainted due to malnutrition, how could you leave him alone?"

"Shut up and deal with you later."

"Su Cheng has a strong sense of self-esteem. He sent all food coupons to his family. You don't know what problems you can solve when you say this in person. Let's discuss it when you go back, and you will rush." ​​The man in a green military uniform pulled Liuzi away.

He seemed to be quite prestigious, and a group of people followed him.

Wang Ting looked back at Su Cheng who was standing straight in front of the bulletin board. His back was very thin. A gust of wind blew, and the corners of his clothes that were a little too large floated up, making him look even more lonely.

Su Cheng didn't pay attention to what they said, his eyes were completely attracted by the content on the bulletin board.

"Procter & Gamble... Shell... Panasonic Electrical Appliances... International Commercial Machinery Company (ibm)...#%%#%..." These piles of job advertisements, any of which is the Fortune 500 in the world, they actually said it was an inequality company. What's wrong with this world!

Before he could come to his senses, he saw two men rolling up their trousers next to him discussing.

"Jianguo, are you planning to be a reporter at the People's Daily?"

"Yes, the people over there are here, where are you? Has the State Council decided?"

"It's settled, and you can pass it after you finish writing your graduation thesis."

...

My Grass! What kind of crazy era is this? I think he is a graduate of a serious university. Not to mention the State Council, even a state-owned enterprise cannot get in. Find a logistics company with 30 people and compete to start a job...

"This is not a talented man from Su's Chinese Department. Where are you going? I heard that the General Office of the State Council is picking people. You have a great chance. We may be colleagues at that time!" The student who looked like an old farmer patted Su Cheng's shoulder...

"General Office of the State Council? Me?" Su Cheng pointed at his nose.

"No, why, you have a new idea? Let me guess, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Customs? I want me to say that you have a foundation in English, and there is a lot to do when you go to the Ministry of Foreign Trade." The man named Jianguo is quite enthusiastic.

Su Cheng was speechless and didn't know what to say. In his life, the names of these central agencies were all distant and magical, and they were often only seen in the news.

Now, can I also be among them?

"Is there any recruitment from PetroChina?" Su Cheng asked in a strange way.

"It's the Ministry of Petroleum." The other party said with great understanding: "The Ministry of Petroleum is also a good unit, but you are a liberal arts student, what did you do in the past? If you ask me, it would be better to go to the State Council to write materials or stay in school."

Staying at school means being a teacher at Peking University. Su Cheng has begun to feel that he is not smart enough.

Jianguo then kindly reminded him: "If you contact the unit, you must make a decision early. Don't be able to pass the time, you can only obey the allocation."

Assigning work, something that can only be thought of in my dreams, has become a hard thing in the eyes of college students at this time. Su Cheng didn't know whether to cry or laugh...
Chapter completed!