Just because people think they can do it, people can do it. - Virgil
He called Xia Tian and told her that he was going back first. He walked along the road and recalled the experience. He seemed to have a lot of feelings and no clue. There were a few positions that made Ruochu excited, but the requirements were also very high.
High, she couldn't meet the requirement of at least work experience.
But what makes Ruochu very angry is that this is originally a job fair for college students. Don’t the employers know? In this case, isn’t it impossible to require work experience from students? Where can students who have just graduated from school go to?
How about looking for work experience?
So Ruochu finally couldn't help but raised this question with an employer. They were patient and answered her, "You can work part-time while going to school." Then Ruochu suddenly realized that she regretted that she only thought about studying and ignored
Social practice, it turns out that graduation is not the starting point, the starting point should start from the moment you step into the school gate, but how many college students can consciously realize this.
Thinking of this, I began to reflect on the education given to them by the school. They studied hard all day long and served the motherland, but they were never told how to serve the motherland, how to adapt to this society, or even how to find a job. Even if they studied
He was full of knowledge, but in the end, when he left the school gate, his eyes darkened, and he still had nothing.
She, Qin Ruochu, asked herself that she was still an outstanding student who was noticed by all parties in school. Her resume was full of honors, but she still could not avoid being treated as waste paper. What about the other students, those with mediocre grades and no family background?
How to find the way?
Ruochu was thinking about something while walking. She didn't notice when a motorcycle passed by and slowed down beside her. There were two people on the car. The man sitting in the back seat suddenly reached out to pull the satchel on her outer shoulder.
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Ruochu reacted and grabbed the strap of the bag, but the other person was a man. He was already very strong. When he saw that he didn't grab it, he stood up from the car and pushed Ruochu hard. Ruochu was caught unprepared.
Pushed to the ground, she watched the motorcycle disappear before her eyes.
Ruochu gritted her teeth and stood up, patted the dirt on her body, and the moment the motorcycle flew away, she scanned the license plate number and engraved it deeply in her mind.
She looked around for directions. Although it was not unfamiliar, she knew that it was far away from home and school, and she was not familiar with the police station here. Her cell phone and money were stolen from her bag.
Suddenly she felt a deep depression, and wanted to sit down and cry. What was this, a show of strength when she first entered the society? Was it a reminder to her that society was dangerous and she should be careful when entering? She sat dejectedly on the edge of a flower bed and looked at it.
Pedestrians passing by in a hurry may all have their own social positions. She didn't ask for too much. She just hoped that like most people, she could find a place of her own through her own efforts. However, there was really such a thing.
is it hard?
Her ambitions of giving up on postgraduate studies and postgraduate entrance examinations now seem to be ironic. Originally, her classmates didn’t understand her approach. Some people thought she was going her own way. Now it seems that it makes sense. Is it true?
Do you just give up? Do you really want to accomplish nothing if you leave your parents?
Ruochu raised her head and looked at the sky. On the morning of early spring, the sun was not so poisonous and the slight wind was warm and pleasant. Maybe she was not at the end of the road yet. Didn't she submit so many resumes? She couldn't believe that there was no response from any of them.
, everything lost can be found. However, Ruochu suddenly stood up. All the resumes contain mobile phone numbers. Now the mobile phone...
Be calm, Ruochu kept telling herself, and found a public phone not far ahead. Ruochu hurriedly ran over and dialed 110 first, because the call was free and she didn't have any money, so the other party asked her to
Provide the license plate number and physical characteristics, and hope that she can go to the local police station to make it clear so that they can solve the case.
But the police can't solve the case so quickly, and small things like this happen every day. If Ruochu puts down the phone, he's not sure how much it will help him.
So she shamelessly told the owner of the public phone booth her story, hoping that she could borrow a phone to call her family and wait for someone to pick her up before paying. The boss agreed without saying a word and told her that she could call as many times as she wanted.
Without saying any more words of gratitude, Ruochu dialed a series of mobile phone numbers and it was Qin Bei's number. She didn't want to dial the landline at home and make everyone worry. Growing up, she was used to calling him whenever anything happened.
Dad solved it, and he can keep it a secret to himself.
The phone rang for a long time, and just when Ruochu was about to hang up in despair, someone picked up the phone.
"Dad, I was robbed, come and pick me up quickly..." Ruochu said quickly before the other end could say anything.
"Ruoruo, where are you? What's wrong? Are you injured?" It was Rousseau's voice, and it was obvious that he was frightened by her and changed his tone.
"Why is it you? Didn't I call my dad's cell phone?" Ruochu frowned.
"School is about to start. Today, the teacher invited us to come to the office. He just left for a while because of something. I saw the ringing for a long time, so I answered it on my own initiative. Tell me, where are you?"
Ruochu told him about the iconic building opposite, and he quickly hung up the phone.
Within twenty minutes, Rousseau rushed over. When he got out of the car, he saw Ruochu waiting on the side of the road. As soon as he got up, he grabbed her shoulders, checked her up and down, and said nervously: "How is it? It's hurt.
No, is it hurt anywhere?"
Ruochu let out a sigh of relief, looked into Rousseau's eyes and shook his head: "I'm fine. I'm fine. Don't worry. Just pay the phone bill for me first. After speaking, he pointed to the public phone booth behind him." Rousseau said.
As she drove her to pay the money, Ruochu suddenly felt warm in her heart when she looked at his back. It turned out that he was so worried about her.
"Let's go, let's go to the hospital to do a physical examination on you." Rousseau came over and took Ruochu's hand directly. Ruochu broke away calmly.
"I'm fine. Come with me to the mobile business center and get your phone number back first." Ruochu said while waving his hands to stop a taxi. Otherwise, his achievements all morning would be wasted, and the loss would be
It's even bigger.
Rousseau shook his head. When he met such an independent girl, he had no choice but to obey her orders.
Ruochu didn't ask for her phone number back, because the business password and original ID card were required to replace the card. And Ruochu didn't have an ID card, so her mobile phone number wasn't registered with her real name. She just bought it from a newsstand.
In this case, if you want to get your number back, you need to answer a lot of questions, such as the person you last called, what kind of business you have handled, the type of package, etc. If you are not interested in these things at first, you will be confused. Five of the questions asked
I only answered two questions correctly, so I didn’t make up the questions.
Ruochu stood outside the door of the mobile business hall and looked at the sky speechlessly, wondering when her unlucky experience would come to an end and whether she needed to change her life.
"Ruoruo, what's wrong? Cheer up. Isn't it just a mobile phone number? I'll get a better one for you. Can't we just let you go?" Seeing Ruochu's dull and depressed look, Rousseau stretched out his hand. A hand waved in front of her eyes, attracting her attention and comforting her.
"Oh, you don't understand. This number is very important. This is the contact information I submitted recently both online and at today's job fair." Ruochu explained weakly.
"You really ran to find a job by yourself, so you really didn't take the exam?" Rousseau couldn't help but raise his voice at this time, even though he was a very calm person who kept his emotions in check.
"Didn't I tell you?" Ruochu glanced at Rousseau helplessly.
"Miss, if you want to work, you don't have to run around the streets. What kind of job can you do if the teacher and the teacher's wife tell you?" Only then did Rousseau connect Ruochu's being robbed with her job search or even not taking the exam, and he became more and more concerned. I feel incredible.
"I just don't want to have anything to do with them."
"What kind of job do you want, a TV station? A newspaper? Where do you want to go? I'll let my grandpa tell me. Is this okay for the head office?" Rousseau is really not lying. Mr. Lu's students are now all outstanding in the industries he mentioned. Or, Mr. Lu’s words are more useful than Ruochu’s first year of running.
"Hey, buddy, I always thought you would understand me. Is there any difference between your grandfather's help and my parents' arrangement? I just want to rely on myself. I just want to see if I can gain a foothold in this society with my own abilities. Don’t you think you can’t do it without relying on your elders? Do you think I’m useless?”
"I understand, but you work so hard..."
"Thank you for caring about me, really, Rousseau, and thank you for coming to 'rescue' me today, haha, but can you not tell my family about this? What did you tell my dad when you came out?"
Ruochu interrupted Rousseau, but now she was too frustrated to continue explaining her thoughts and goals to Rousseau. She thought he could understand her, but if he couldn't understand her, she would have known him for so many years.
"I was so anxious that I forgot to tell your father. He doesn't know about it yet." Rousseau frowned. Didn't he tell his family that he was robbed?
"That's good. Can you keep it a secret for me? I'll treat you to dinner another day." Ruochu breathed a sigh of relief. She had come to Qin Bei because she had no choice but to make up her mind. If Qin Bei asked her what she was doing, she would I would never say that I was here to attend a job fair, otherwise I would have to lie, but now I can save it.
"You." Rousseau rolled his eyes at Ruochu, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'd better treat you first, since you're penniless."
"Well, hot pot..." After Rousseau said this, she was really hungry. Qin Bei took her to eat once after returning home, and Ruochu fell in love with her in her life.
"Satisfied," Rousseau declared.
After dinner, Rousseau sent Ruochu to the door of Qin's house and left directly. Ruochu was a little puzzled. He always stayed for a while. This time it was really strange, but it was good, so Ruoqi would not make fun of them again.
She fell into a deep sleep at noon. In her dream, she dreamed of someone robbing her things. When she woke up, it felt real. She was lying in bed in a daze. Someone knocked on the door of her room.
It was Rousseau. Ruochu looked at him blankly, hadn't he just been separated for a while?
Rousseau handed her a packaged box and said, "Open it." He ordered without any doubt. Ruochu obeyed and opened it, revealing that it was a new mobile phone.
"A new card with your original number has been added to the phone and can be used directly. I'm leaving. You can have a good rest." Rousseau said, waving to Ruochu, then turned and went downstairs.
"Oh, how did you get it? I will pay you back the money for the mobile phone." Ruochu came to his senses and shouted behind Rousseau.
"You don't have to worry about it. You gave me the phone as a gift. Just treat me to dinner." Rousseau didn't even look back, waved his hand again, and disappeared around the corner of the stairs.