"Name?" A man in a suit and tie sat at the desk, his eyes looking through gold-rimmed glasses and casually falling on the young man taking the exam in front of him.
"Manager, my name is Sun Haoran." The young man in front of him whispered.
"Why does a man sound like a mosquito?" The HR manager looked at him with disdain.
"Sun Haoran, now 22 years old, graduated from the Department of Computer Science of xxx University two months ago. He has won two third-class scholarships and one helpfulness award?" His fingertips ran across the files on the table, except for a dull one-inch photo.
Besides, the introduction only has a few lines.
"Yes." Sun Haoran's voice was a little louder this time.
"Young man, our company is one of the world's top 500 companies... ahem, a related unit of the top 500 companies." The HR manager said impatiently: "xxx University is a second-rate university at best, and the computer department has only established four
Year, I'm afraid you are the first batch to graduate."
"I..." Seeing this opening statement, Haoran already understood that he had failed in this interview again.
"Unless you have something particularly outstanding, please change your employer." The man's voice was cold and authentic.
The final sentence was finally pronounced, and Sun Haoran felt even more desolate. What stood out? It seemed that except for his huge appetite, there was nothing outstanding about him.
He mechanically walked out of the office door. As soon as he closed the door, he heard a sneer from inside: "You country bumpkin, you look timid and dressed like a beggar. Want to join our company? You don't even have the door."
A surge of anger surged from his chest, and he kicked open the wooden door with a bang.
"What do you want to do?" The HR manager was startled and shouted urgently: "Security!"
"Nothing, let's see if there is a dog in here." Haoran hates this kind of dog who looks down on people.
"Dog? Dogs are not allowed in the company, are you..." The HR manager suddenly realized it, his face turned red and white, and he shouted loudly: "Security, get this kid out of here!"
"Yes." A frail-looking little man walked in, wearing a security uniform. He looked up at Sun Haoran and said, "Boy, get out of here! Let me tell you, my uncle is the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau!"
"Haha, your company really knows people and makes good use of them." Haoran suddenly became less angry when he saw this security guard.
"What are you waiting for? Get him out quickly." The manager became more and more angry.
"No, I'll go by myself." Sun Haoran pushed the director's nephew to stagger and walked straight out.
After walking out of the company where he was interviewing, he was greeted by the dazzling sunlight that made him involuntarily cover his eyes with his hands. After a few seconds, he put down his hands, and a giant anime poster jumped into his eyes. The picture showed a hand holding a
The anime beauty with the staff, from his point of view, the beautiful female mage is smiling knowingly at him.
"The latest masterpiece of Shixin International Game Alliance, 'The Promise', we look forward to your joining." Behind the beauty's avatar is a ferocious black dragon. The claws and teeth and the fierce light in the eyes obviously do not mean any pity for the beauty.
"It turns out to be 'The Promise'..." Haoran stared at the poster with intense eyes. As a computer major, he has been admiring this popular game with unprecedented simulation for a long time. It seems that the official launch of the game platform will be tomorrow.
Haoran subconsciously touched the slightly dirty jeans pocket, and there were two crumpled red giant heads inside. The two hundred yuan was his last living expenses. The enthusiasm in his eyes because of this game gradually dimmed.
Go on - the minimum configuration of this game is a gaming helmet, which costs two thousand yuan, which is not something a poor boy like him can afford.
Sun Haoran was born in a poor family in rural Shaanxi. He is now 22 years old, 178 centimeters tall and weighs 60 kilograms. He has fair skin. If his clothes were not too ragged and he usually avoids people and lacks self-confidence, he can still be considered a handsome boy.
Two months ago, he graduated gloriously from the computer science department of a second-rate university. At that time, he was full of hope and eager to show his talents in this world. Hope is always beautiful, but the reality is incomparable.
Cruel. For two consecutive months, he submitted countless job applications and interviewed n times, but unfortunately he was not accepted even once.
After one last reluctant look at the poster, he began to drag his heavy steps towards the school. There was a thirty-kilometer road from here to the school, and there was no direct bus. In order to save the taxi fare, he had to walk back. It took two hours.
After a while, when the sun was almost disappearing on the horizon, he finally saw the gate of the school. Being hot and tired, he thought that he could make a bowl of Master Kong instant noodles, fill his stomach and lie down in the dormitory.
After a peaceful sleep on the bed, I felt some strength coming out of my tired body, and I involuntarily quickened my pace and rushed forward.
"Uncle Wang, who are you?" From a distance, he saw the dormitory administrator Lao Wang standing at the door of the reception room, with several heavy packages lying beside him.
"We are waiting for you. These are all the things that were moved from your dormitory." Lao Wang looked at this boy from the mountains of Shaanxi with an unhappy face, pointed to the pile of things on the ground, and said: "The new students will be here soon.
Here you are, you have to move out! You haven’t been seen for a whole day, so I have to pack it for you myself and take it away right away!”
"Uncle Wang, please be kind and let me live until the day after tomorrow. Doesn't school start on September 1st?" Sun Haoran's steps became heavy again, and the small wish that supported him along the way was shattered. He looked at
Luggage and belongings were scattered all over the floor, and his heart beat violently.
"No, students are not allowed to live in the dormitory once they graduate. Seeing how pitiful you are, I let you live for two more months without telling the superiors. I can't afford it if the school leaders find out and blame you.
.New students will be reporting in tomorrow, you have to go!" Lao Wang's complexion is dark, and if he draws a moon on his forehead, he looks a bit like Bao Qingtian in the TV series.
"Sure enough, he has a ruthless face." Sun Haoran lamented in his heart. In fact, he had already prepared for this day, but when the matter came, he found that he still couldn't face it.
Lao Wang couldn't bear to see his depressed look. He also knew a little bit about Haoran's family situation. But in this world, there are too many people like Haoran, and he himself is just an ordinary worker.
He had no way, let alone the strength, to help them one by one. Moreover, if the superiors found out that he had let him stay in the dormitory without permission, Haoran might not be the only one who would lose his job. At this point, he could only force his way out.
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"Uncle Wang, I've troubled you in the past two months." Although Haoran felt bitter, he also understood Lao Wang's difficulties. To be honest, if they hadn't been more generous, he would have been sleeping on the streets long ago.
"Oh, you kid..." Lao Wang's heart is actually very soft.
"It's getting dark, where can I go with all these principles?" Sun Haoran said this to himself rather than to himself, as he asked Lao Wang. As he spoke, he worked hard to put each of them together.
The extremely heavy package was carried on his shoulders.
