"No, brother, I'm here to apply for a job. Isn't there something wrong with our atmosphere?"
Wang Jin pointed to the desk lamp that was shining in his face and said to the man across the table.
Wang Jin couldn't open his eyes under the bright lights. He could only judge the approximate age of the other person from his voice.
"Hey, Xiao Zhang, I see you are scaring this kid, you are too cold, so I said that I should be the one to do the job application."
A low voice sounded, and then a hand holding a cigarette stretched out.
Snap.
The table lamp that was so blinding that people couldn't keep their eyes open was finally turned off and replaced by a floor lamp that gave off a soft yellow light.
Only then did Wang Jin see clearly that the man who asked him was a thin, expressionless man with glasses.
The man with glasses didn't say anything, got up and walked aside.
"Tsk, my face is paralyzed."
Cursing quietly in his mind, Wang Jin turned his attention to the man holding the cigarette.
Lazy, slovenly, and completely opposite to the bespectacled man, he looks like a salted fish waiting to die.
"Hey, young man, come and apply for the job."
The man pulled up the recliner where the bespectacled man had just sat, and then he fell down on it, humming twice with satisfaction.
"Yeah yeah."
Wang Jin replied with a smile.
"Don't pay attention to him. He has a bad temper and treats everyone with a dead face.
Let me introduce myself, my name is Zhao Guangming, I am a middle-level cadre of our Ping An Company, you can call me Lao Zhao."
The man touched the stubble on his face and crossed his legs.
"Okay, Brother Zhao."
"Hey, relax, let's just talk, why do you want to come to our company?"
"Huh, my name is Wang Jin, I am sixteen years old..."
Wang Jin took a deep breath and began to recite the self-introduction he had repeated countless times.
"Stop, stop, stop."
Zhao Guangming raised his hand and interrupted Wang Jin's self-introduction.
"Sixteen years old? Are you still a high school student?"
"It is, or it should be."
Wang Jin's face instantly darkened. His academic qualifications and age were always his shortcomings.
"Brother, let me ask you a question, if you don't prepare well for the college entrance examination at your age, why are you running here?"
"I'm short of money."
Wang Jin raised his head and looked directly at Zhao Guangming.
"Something happened at home?"
"Um."
Wang Jin nodded, and his slightly thin body shrank back.
Zhao Guangming scratched his oily hair and put away his legs.
"Ahem, tell me what your specialties are."
"I can use various drawing software and can..."
"Hey, it's not this kind of thing, it's the kind of thing that no one else can do but you can do it."
Zhao Guangming's expression was a bit hesitant, as if he was thinking about something.
Wang Jin was a little embarrassed in his heart, but he still tried his best to cooperate with the man in front of him.
“Does postpartum care for animals count?”
"Yo? Of course it counts, is there anything else?"
Zhao Guangming's expression became more and more weird, and he sat up straight without realizing it.
"I know a little bit about psychology and have practiced Sanda and free boxing for a year or two. Does that count?"
"Not bad, young man."
Zhao Guangming nodded and motioned to Wang Jin to continue.
"I always dream about all kinds of strange people and things. Does this count?"
"well..."
Zhao Guangming sighed suddenly, which made Wang Jin feel chilled.
I don't know if it was Wang Jin's illusion, but he found that when he said the last sentence, the sloppy man's eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Okay, little brother, I have a general understanding of your situation, but we two can't make the decision."
Zhao Guangming stood up from the chair and said, then turned his attention to the man with glasses.
"You should go back and wait for notification."
The man with glasses stood up from a stool not far away and said to Wang Jin.
"Ah? Then, okay then."
Wang Jin was stunned for a moment, then stood up.
He knew that this time it was enough.
In fact, Wang Jin had already expected this outcome. After all, it was basically a fantasy for a minor with only a high school education to enter a large company.
Thinking about the salary that was far higher than others and the suspicious interview, he felt more and more that something was wrong with Ping An Company.
"The treatment is so good. It should be a famous and big company, but why have I never heard of it?"
"The strangest thing is Zhao Guangming. Why do I always feel that he looks at me strangely? He can't be gay, right?"
The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. Wang Jin quickly packed up his things and left the interview location.
...
A few minutes later, on the rooftop of Ping An Building.
"Huh——, it's so cold."
Zhao Guangming shrank his neck, took out two inferior cigarettes from the cigarette case, handed one to the man with glasses, lit it and took a deep breath.
"Have you reported this kid's matter to your superiors?"
Zhao Guangming looked at the increasing number of pedestrians and vehicles downstairs, and his tone was very casual.
The bespectacled man held the cigarette in his mouth without lighting it, but nodded.
"Well, the higher ups take it very seriously."
"Huh——, he's such a good kid. He can come to your door directly. I guess he's not weak in inspiration, but he's a little silly. Are you afraid that we are a pyramid scheme?"
"MLM? How did you write your recruitment notice?"
The man with glasses frowned and stared at Zhao Guangming.
"Ahem, that's not important."
Zhao Guangming scratched his head and changed the topic.
"From the Northeast to Dajiang City, I can't imagine how a young boy like him made it all the way here."
"Take the train, seven-day station ticket."
The bespectacled man shook the invalid train ticket in his hand, which Wang Jin accidentally left behind when he left.
"This kid... I guess he is really short of money."
Zhao Guangming touched his cheek, which was numb from the cold, and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Don't do unnecessary things."
The man with glasses looked at Zhao Guangming and said suddenly.
The man being watched took a deep breath from the cigarette in his mouth and said nothing.
...
"Hello? Hello!"
"Mom, don't worry, I have found a job and I have enough money to treat Xiaolin."
"Xiao Lin, my brother will go back and play with you when you get better. You have to take your medicine obediently. Do you understand?"
"I won't go back during the Chinese New Year. I'm busy with work here."
"It's okay, Mom, I have money, and the boss is so kind. He paid me my salary in advance. I will send the money to you in a few days."
In a dark corner of the Internet cafe, Wang Jin was on the phone with his family.
On the other end of the phone were my mother, who was gradually getting gray hair, and my younger sister, who was getting thinner. The little girl was very cute, tall and thin, about thirteen or fourteen years old, but her face was a bit scary.
After hanging up the phone, Wang Jin curled up on a chair that smelled of cigarette smoke and fell asleep.
Not long after Wang Jingang fell asleep, he received a text message on his mobile phone.
One hundred thousand yuan arrived in the bank card, and the remitter was Zhao Guangming.
Then came a message from an unknown number.
"Don't join the job, spend more time with your family."