Some people say that the 1980s was the freest, happiest and most promising era in China. Those who survived in this era were lucky, but those who traveled to this era were confused.

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A few days later, Su Cheng accepted his new identity and became a student of Chinese literature from a remote mountainous area.

If we ignore the background and life experience, we will make a profit by working hard to become a Peking University student in 1987. Moreover, China was at the rise of new literature during this period, and everyone was proud of reciting poetry and reading literature. The literature major is obvious, but it is so handsome.

This was reflected in the process of students looking for a job in Sucheng.

Wang Ting, who is in a green military uniform, has lived in the military compound since he was a child and is determined to go to the Ministry of Public Security without any help. He flipped through the phone booklet to the contact information of the Ministry of Public Security, called him by phone, and revealed that "I am Wang Ting from the Chinese Department of Peking University..." Even if the work is done, let alone refuse, he doesn't even have the excuse to "research it".

The thin Liuzi is even simpler. He rode his bicycle to Dongzhimen and booked a reporter post for China Youth Daily. He actually had many choices. The difference is that China Youth Daily promised a two-bedroom and one-living building. Su Cheng could understand his choice very well. Not to mention the status of a central-level newspaper, the two-bedroom and one-living room is located in Beijing Jingdong Zhimen. After more than 20 years of storage, the housing prices could soar to 40,000 to 50,000. If it is demolished, it might be twice as much as possible. Of course, with his qualifications, even if he is promoted steadily, he would not only be given a house in more than 20 years.

Zhu Kai, the last classmate in the dormitory, was from Shanxi East. He was tall and strong, but he had a fashionable and delicate heart. He was determined to "do a major". Finally, he chose the "People's Literature" magazine, which made the students envious. He took the opportunity to bring musical instruments and sang campus songs for half a night.

If you think about it carefully, college students in the 1980s didn’t have to worry about the skinnyness of reality at all, they just needed to consider the fullness of ideals.

As for Su Cheng’s experience, this way of finding a job is simply unthinkable.

What surprised him even more was later. When an engineering student from rural Hubei wanted to apply what he learned and returned to his hometown to help his fellow villagers, he was told that the department had no indicators to be assigned to the grassroots level, so he had to write letters to his hometown prefecture committee, county party committee and Peking University party committee to get what he wanted.

This discriminatory treatment made Su Cheng jealous.

Recalling his contract with the logistics company, Su Cheng could only smile bitterly.

The days of watching coldly did not last long. After getting the letter of introduction and certificates, Wang Ting, the boss of the dormitory, immediately came to care about Su Cheng and said, "Old, I am responsible for you, and I can't be so dazzling at you. You have to make a decision where you go, otherwise you will have to come and go when the deadline comes."

"It's good to go back to your hometown, build your hometown and beautify your hometown." Zhu Kai leaned against the wall to write a poem. When he heard them talking, he immediately followed.

Wang Ting glared at him and said, "The treatment of local governments and central governments is different. Sucheng, you have to think clearly. It is easy to go down now, but it is difficult to come back. The salary and benefits are also different. Stay in Beijing, you can at least send more money back. Another thing is that the medical conditions in Beijing are also good. When you have a house and take the elderly over, you can also be more filial to you..."

When Su Cheng heard that he was talking about it, he couldn't help but interrupt, "I didn't say I was leaving Beijing."

"Then you should contact the unit quickly. If the assigned unit is not ideal, it will be troublesome to change it." Wang Ting said as he took off his clothes from the bed and said while wearing it: "Let's go to the student office now. I heard that there are several units looking at the archives today. With your talent and knowledge in Sucheng, you will definitely be able to recommend yourself."

Su Cheng grabbed Wang Ting and said helplessly: "Can you not be professional?"

Wang Ting said in surprise: "If you don't do your major, why are you going to do it? I'm going to be a secretary in college? I'm going to the Ministry of Public Security and I'm also a secretary."

"Just tired of it." Su Cheng's voice was small, and he knew that this reason was not valid. But there was no way. Although he inherited the memory, he did not inherit the literary thinking. If he was asked to write materials and make meeting minutes, he would have to be tortured to death. He thought about it with his chin, he knew that the yamen in the central part was not easy to fool.

Wang Ting said a few more words, and when he saw his firm attitude, he said in a disgusting manner: "Let's go to the student office first. If it doesn't work, then contact another unit."

This sentence is quite heroic. In the 1980s, the universities were divided into four majors, including Peking University, Tsinghua University, Renmin University and University of Science and Technology. The latter was still in Hefei. Let's not talk about it. The other three schools, even for unpopular majors, would not be difficult to get a place to stay in Beijing, let alone the most important literature major. The Chinese Department of Peking University even opened a secretary class for a few years, specifically designed to solve the urgent need for secretary of the central leadership. This was unimaginable after 2000.

For Sucheng's roommates, the main problem now is Sucheng's ideological problem, not the issue of choice.

Several people walked out of the red brick building with frowns, walked through the triangle ground with various red and white posters and notifications, and walked along the boulevard made of green pine and locust trees to the end, and could see the small courtyard where the student's place was.

The blue brick walls are already mottled, but the light is very good. Through the windows made of 8 glass, the indoor light is no less than the tall buildings in later generations.

There are also small black slogans written on one side of the wall: Please be careful of saving and do not waste people's blood and sweat.

Su Cheng was still looking at it, Wang Ting had already identified the person, and thrust his elbow back and whispered: "The gray Zhongshan suit should be from the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League, the white shirt is from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and the older ones next to him are from the State Council or the Ministry of Aerospace Industry. They probably came to choose science and engineering students. The State Council and the Economic Commission may have selected enough people. You are too slow, it's a pity."

While talking, the gray Zhongshan suit and the white shirt started to compete.

The man in gray Zhongshan suit said, "Old Tang, I'll give it to you two, so I can't just give it to you."

The white shirt laughed embarrassedly, but refused to let him go, saying, "This student's Russian reading is good, and it's abandoned for you. We will use it for a few years before returning it to you."

"How many years do you want to use it first? That's not a meat bun to beat a dog. No, I'm going to make a decision on this student. The Communist Youth League is the party's assistant and reserve army. We will train it and send it to you."

"I can't tell you, then I want this student." Bai Shing picked up another resume and threw it in the air, not showing it to anyone at all, so she said to the teacher in the Student Affairs Office: "Please register, English Class 2."

Su Cheng was stunned as expected.

Is this the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs rushing to have a college graduate?

Compared to the lively grey Zhongshan suit and white shirt, the men of the State Council seem particularly quiet. He reads his resume one by one, but there are almost few of them selected.

In the further corner, there was an old man with a hunched back. He was selecting more people than the previous ministries.

Su Cheng touched Wang Ting and asked, "Why do he want so many people?"

"Who?" Wang Ting glanced at him and sneered: "That's the Ministry of Petroleum. Although he chose many people, he would be willing to go in the end and counted it with one hand. It would be fine if it was the past two years. Recently, it was said that the ministry and commission reforms were to be cut off, and the Ministry of Petroleum was to be sent to the door for diversion? If it were not done well, it would have to be forced to levy it in the end."

It turns out that PetroChina will be looked down upon. Not only will they not be able to squeeze into the first echelon, but they will not even go to the second and third echelons. No wonder the officials in charge of recruitment have to hide in the corner.

Su Cheng smirked sympathetically for two minutes. When he felt calm, he walked to the old man and said with a smile: "Hello, I am Su Cheng, who is a major in literature in the Chinese Department of Peking University..."

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Chapter completed!