Chapter five hundred and seventy-six against the London sound
Chen Haodao: "Originally, I had a good impression of Chenguang Foreign Languages College. I thought you were a company that only looked at abilities and nothing else. I didn't expect that the interviewers were of such poor quality and snobbish. It was a waste of my time."
He stretched out his hand and said, "Give me your resume, I won't apply."
The woman surnamed Yang seemed to want to earn back the last bit of face: "Our recruitment conditions have stated that resumes will not be returned."
Chen Hao sneered: "Didn't you hear what I just said? I won't apply for the job. You have no right to keep my resume."
The woman surnamed Yang said: "That can't be done..."
Chen Hao interrupted her sharply: "Give it back to me!"
These words were extremely loud and powerful, causing everyone's ears to buzz and they looked at him in fear.
The woman surnamed Yang was also stunned. She didn't dare to say a word and handed over her resume with a pale face.
Chen Hao took the resume and turned to leave.
He really wants to relive his school days, but after all, this is not real life, but a human experience. Everything is inevitable. It is good to achieve what you want, but there is no regret in giving up.
Suddenly, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and a young woman wearing a white women's suit and long hair walked in. She said to Chen Hao with an indifferent expression: "Stop!"
She is about twenty-four or five years old. She has a beautiful appearance, a slim figure, and a charming temperament. However, her eyebrows are thin and upturned, and her cheekbones are slightly high, giving people the impression that she is not easy to mess with and is very scheming.
The teachers and the woman surnamed Yang stood up quickly and said in unison: "Miss Qingyan."
Chen Hao said: "Is something wrong?"
He had seen the official website of Chenguang Foreign Languages College and knew that the owners of the college were a pair of sisters. The elder sister was named Xu Qingyi and the younger sister was named Xu Qingyan. They served as the principal and deputy dean of the college respectively. Presumably this Miss Qingyan was Xu Qingyan.
Xu Qingyan said calmly: "I have no interest in a little person like you, but I just saw you on the surveillance camera sarcastic and extremely insulting to my HR. You can't leave until I return all of this to you."
When the woman surnamed Yang heard this, her eyes suddenly turned red. She walked to Xu Qingyan and said gratefully with choked sobs: "Thank you, Miss Qingyan. It's okay for me to be a little wronged personally, but we at Chenguang College cannot be insulted."
This sentence seemed ordinary, but in fact it was quite scheming, and Chen Hao's ridicule of her was immediately transferred to Chen Guang College.
Chen Hao frowned and said: "Since you saw the surveillance, you should know that it was your HR who looked down on me first and made things difficult for me, so I fought back. As a boss, don't you think there is something wrong with this behavior of your employees?
?"
Xu Qingyan smiled disdainfully: "Are you qualified to teach me how to be a boss? With a rubbish resume like yours, it's too normal to look down upon. If you dare to slap my employee in the face, I'll slap you in the face, and I'll pay you back tenfold!"
Between the words, there is no concealment of arrogance and contempt.
Chen Hao felt angry when he heard that, and sneered: "Then you are bragging."
"What did you say? Say it again!"
Xu Qingyan's face changed and was instantly covered with a layer of frost.
She became a boss at a young age, and she was admired by all the stars. She had a very strong personality, and everyone treated her with respect. How could anyone dare to speak like this, let alone a little person whom she considered insignificant? She was furious in her heart.
Chen Hao ignored her and sneered, turned around and left.
A cold light flashed in Xu Qingyan's eyes, and she suddenly sarcastically said in English: "It's from Awairui, Andian Aidiuxi's Posen, Aitefist Grants, Aitezhukanchui Bamupin
gram!"
Chen Hao was startled.
He naturally understood this English sentence, which meant that he was very vulgar, uneducated, and looked like a country bumpkin.
But what surprised Chen Hao was not the meaning of this sentence, but Xu Qingyan's accent, which turned out to be the standard London aristocratic accent.
Not many British people, let alone foreigners, can speak this kind of accent. I didn't expect Xu Qingyan to speak it so purely.
The teachers obviously knew this for a long time, but they were still full of envy.
You know, although American English has surpassed British English to become the mainstream in today's world, and London accent has become a niche, but in the field of language workers, London accent is still considered to be the most authentic English.
Mastering the London accent is like a swordsman getting the sword of the king. No matter how fluent and standard you speak other English, you will unconsciously fall short when you encounter the London accent.
The woman surnamed Yang sneered: "Are you stupid? Let me tell you, Miss Qingyan speaks the most authentic English in the world, the London aristocratic accent. Compared with the London aristocratic accent, other English is like a country bumpkin. With the surname Chen, you
Aren’t you proficient in English? Are you able to converse with Miss Qingyan in London accent?”
Xu Qingyan looked arrogant and continued to speak in London accent: "For an uneducated and vulgar little person like you, speaking to you in noble London accent is simply a kind of blasphemy. You said my HR is amateur in English, in my opinion
, your English is not even close to an amateur level, you are not qualified to carry my shoes, you are just complete rubbish."
Chen Hao said calmly in a London accent: "You really feel good about yourself."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.
I didn't expect that Chen Hao could also speak London, and his pronunciation was of the same standard, not inferior to Xu Qingyan's at all.
The woman surnamed Yang's face froze.
She had just shouted that Chen Hao had the guts to talk to Xu Qingyan in a London accent, but she didn't expect Chen Hao to say it out loud.
What a slap in the face.
Xu Qingyan's expression also changed slightly, and then she sneered: "What's the point of saying a brief London pronunciation? Continue talking if you have the ability."
Chen Haodao: "You don't need to deify London pronunciation. Perhaps in the eyes of some language workers, London pronunciation is rare, but in my opinion, London pronunciation is just a language, and it is a language that has declined. At most, it is
A skill means nothing. Whether a person is noble or not is reflected by his words, deeds, and knowledge, rather than a sense of vanity brought about by a certain language."
Xu Qingyan sneered: "That's because you are a country bumpkin who has never been to England. You have never seen real British gentlemen and ancient nobles. You have no idea how shallow and ignorant you are, so you can only say sour grapes here."
Chen Haodao: "I only know that more than a hundred years ago, your so-called well-dressed gentlemen and ancient aristocrats were a group of bandits who invaded our country in the most barbaric and cruel way, killing, arson, robbery and massacre, and committed all kinds of evil. As descendants, we should
Know your shame and then be brave, develop and strengthen yourself, so that future generations will no longer suffer the tragic fate of their ancestors, instead of worshiping foreigners, flattering foreigners, being humble to please, and using other people's mother tongue to feel noble."
"It's ridiculous. I was born and raised in the UK. I have never tried to please others. I have always lived in a halo that you can't even look up to. Let alone ordinary people in the UK, even a tramp has better qualities than you.
This disgusting villain is so tall that I don’t know where he is.”
"So you are a shameless Easy
It's just a girl, being reviled by people on the Internet. And you think the British are as stupid as you, and write discrimination on their faces? Please, they are discriminating against you in their hearts, otherwise why would you go back to China, a developing country, instead of in
Living in a developed country, it’s not like you can’t integrate there and you can only be a low-class citizen.”
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Both of them spoke in standard London accent. Not only were they tit-for-tat, their words were fierce, but they also spoke faster and faster, like a needle pointing at a awning.