The next day I went to the bank counter and took out 363,050 cents from the counter lady's contemptuous look. Yes, I took out 50 cents even without doing anything.

After withdrawing the money, I rushed to Moziqiao and found a place to apply for a certificate. I didn’t play with it at all. As soon as I opened my mouth, I exposed my strong aura: “Brother, give me the whole thing from Chuanda!”

The certificate application is very professional: "Which major is needed?"

I had already thought about it and said, "It's from the Chinese department."

The certificate is difficult: "Whether the Chinese department has been out of stock, does the news department want it?"

I said, "What's the use of my journalism department?"

Those who apply for the certificate are more professional: "The Chinese department usually applies to the job as a writing worker, and the journalism department is similar. Let me tell you that the signature of the journalism department is much harder than that of the Chinese department, making it easier to find a job."

I was curious: "Why?"

The certificate-applied talked: "Young man, you don't understand the market now. The Sichuan University Journalism Department has a high income score and the literature department is low. The threshold for the high income score is also high. You have to be more fashionable when you come out. Do you understand how to spread it?"

I was convinced by him: "Then come to the journalism department. By the way, is this thing reliable?"

The certificate-approved breasts guaranteed: "Don't worry, it's more real than it is."

After spending 300 yuan, I got a graduation certificate from the 2004th class of Sichuan University's Journalism Department.

With this certificate, my little universe was completely burning, and I felt that the earthlings could no longer stop me.

The next day I went to a job fair. A local newspaper was recruiting people. In the past, when I encountered this situation, I could only pass by, pass by again and again. Now I am different. Can a man who burns the small universe pass by? Obviously not, I rushed over directly.

That day, my mentality was a Sichuan slang term, which was called "don't bring any money, eat stir-fry dishes."

I have already reached this point, what else can I be afraid of?

The person in charge of recruiting was a glasses brother in his early thirties. Perhaps the kind of storm I was so scared that he was so desperate. He looked at me several times, then looked at my graduation certificate several times, and finally showed a kind smile to me: "Hehe, Sichuan University Journalism Department, I also graduated from there."

My heart was cold. When coincidences shouldn't have happened, such a coincidence occurred. How do you let me live?

Brother Jing Glasses said again: "In the 2004 class? In your class, I also know a few junior brothers and sisters."

When I heard this, my whole body was cold. The burning small universe was destroyed by the flood. Could it be that the heavens were going to destroy me?

His third sentence became a turning point in my life: "Can you tell me, what do you think of the recent XXX incident?"

If he continues to talk to me about the journalism department of Sichuan University, it is no exaggeration to say that I will definitely kneel down. But if he wants to talk to me about the so-called XXX incident, I can say responsibly that he will kneel down immediately.

As an unemployed young man who was so angry that he wanted to take revenge on the whole society, it was the craziest period for me to fill the water online. I had been squatting in Tianya Maopu Longkong for a long time. The famous XXX incident that year had been deeply dissected online. I had never eaten pork and saw pig run. When talking about this incident, I was speechless.

After I finished expressing my point of view, Brother Glasses said, "This is how you come to work tomorrow."
Chapter completed!