Far away in Moscow

Chapter 255 Job Fair

Regarding job hunting, Hu Yi's cognition has always been biased.Before he went to Russia to go to school, the domestic employment situation was not too severe. It seemed that as long as he got a bachelor's degree, he could find a decent job.

However, with the continuous expansion of enrollment in colleges and universities around the world in recent years, today's undergraduates are no longer so valuable.A college degree has become the basic threshold for finding a job, and the professional ability and social resources of the applicant are the most valued by the employer.

Hu Yi has confidence in his ability, but his major is not popular at all.Although Sino-Russian relations were improving all the way at that time, non-governmental economic and trade exchanges were relatively deserted, far from being as hot as cooperation with the United States, Japan and Europe.

This is especially evident in his hometown.There are very few uses for linguistics majors here. Among them, only university teachers are regarded as a stable and decent job, but they require a graduate degree or above to apply for the job.

Since the day he went abroad, the goal Hu Yi set for himself was to strive to obtain a bachelor's degree, so these years he never thought of continuing to study after graduation.Moreover, he has no interest in the work of teachers, and will not take it into his consideration at all.

In those days when he first returned to China, he often browsed the recruitment website online, and his parents also stared at the recruitment information in the newspaper every day, but they still found nothing.It has been a few days since Natasha and Natasha came back from Qingdao, and the work has still not improved. Hu Yi is in a very bad mood. Some nights when he sleeps, he even dreams about various scenes of the container market.

In the dream, Fu Jiahui came out by the box and went in and was busy, Yabalov, who couldn’t get any work, squatted alone and looked at the sky in a daze, Da Liu limped on the snow to sell newspapers to make ends meet, and Uncle Yu was stern He reprimanded Kobayashi for something.There was also Li Baoqing, who was sometimes alive and vigorous, and sometimes lay moaning and howling in a pool of blood.

Everything is so real, everyone is alive in his dream.Every time he dreams of these old friends, Hu Yi will be depressed and can't help but miss the old days.

Finding a job was not going well, and my father was calm on the surface, but he was also a little impatient in secret.He is a department-level cadre of a municipal government agency, and has certain social resources inside and outside the unit. In a hurry, he put on his old face and asked people to help his son find a way out.

But as the saying goes, if you don't have a leader at the division level, you won't fart loudly.The old man doesn’t like to walk around on weekdays, and he doesn’t bother to give gifts to make money. It’s easy to open up to do trivial things. If you want to find an ideal job for your son just by face, it’s not so easy. Only a small foreign trade company can’t be said. Reluctantly agreed to let Hu Yi go for an internship.

"Internship? What are you going to do?" Hu Yi was a little confused: "Are they doing business with Russia?"

"That's not true. They mainly work in the United States and Germany. The problem is that you don't have a job yet." My father patiently explained: "The main reason for you to go is to find a job, get acquainted with the atmosphere in the company, and accumulate A little experience. Just ride a donkey and find a horse, and you can change places when you have a good opportunity in the future.”

"But I have to do something specific when I go, right?"

"Study is the main thing, usually read more and ask more questions, and pay attention to observing the status of others at work. Then, be diligent and keep your eyes open. Every morning, go to help colleagues fetch water, wipe the table, take out the trash, and clean up. Hygiene or something. You have no eyesight since you were a child, and you don't like to do housework, so you must make up for your shortcomings in this area as soon as possible."

"What?" Hu Yi felt incredible and couldn't help laughing: "Who is defective? Are they all disabled? I don't have hands? Why should I help them?"

"Look at you child," the father said sullenly, "you have already left the campus and entered the society. You will suffer from your current thinking and personality. Not to mention that you are not very capable, even if you are capable, you can't hug him." That mentality is with people.”

"Then what kind of mentality should we have? Let me do the cleaning, hehe, how much will they pay?"

"In a situation like yours, you should be content if you can get an internship salary." My father suppressed the displeasure in his heart: "But the boss has expressed his position and is willing to send you 600 yuan a month. For my sake, you must never..."

"Six hundred?! Where are you sending the beggars? Do you really think I'm a cleaner?" Hu Yi felt funny, sneered and waved his hands: "Okay Dad, don't talk about it, I will figure out my own work. You, Don't arrange such chores for me."

The conversation between the father and the son broke up unhappily. Although Hu Yi was stubborn, he didn't know where to put his strength.When he was at a loss, a large-scale job fair advertisement was published in the newspaper, and he invited a friend he had known since childhood to accompany him to try his luck.

This friend is the same age as him and has been working in a large joint-stock bank for two years.Hu Yi seldom talked about work-related matters with others before, but through the job hunting experience these days, he found that he was not familiar with the domestic workplace ecology, so he specially brought friends to help him clear mines.

The job fair was held at the Provincial Convention and Exhibition Center. Seeing the banner hanging outside the gate from a distance, Hu Yi felt a little bit drummed in his heart: "Large-scale talent exchange and fair? I can't be considered a talent, can I?"

"It sounds nice. The meaning of this word is different from when we were young. Now an individual can be considered a talent." My friend laughed: "You only need to worry about whether there is a matching recruitment demand."

My friend’s concerns were accurate. They wandered through hundreds of booths, only to see a small translation agency recruiting part-time written translators, and there was no basic salary, and they were only paid a meager salary based on the number of words.

It was a hot summer day, and the venue was full of people. The two of them were sweating profusely, bought two bottles of iced mineral water and hid in the corner to rest their feet.

"It's so hot!" Hu Yi fanned the hem of his clothes vigorously: "Let's go."

"Don't go shopping anymore?" My friend pointed to the surroundings: "I only went half way to the first floor, and I haven't gone to the second floor. Even if there are no Russian-related jobs, maybe I can find other suitable jobs."

"I don't know anything but Russian, what kind of job am I looking for?" Hu Yi raised his head and drooled: "And the money they give is too little. Look at these recruitment positions suitable for fresh graduates. The salary is one thousand two, one thousand It’s five thousand and eighty thousand, it’s boring to think about it.”

"That's enough, how much do you want?" My friend laughed: "When I first started working two years ago, my salary was only [-], and now it's less than [-]."

"Ah? No way? I heard that bank employees earn quite a lot."

"The bank also has a lot of positions, each position is different, and there are performance bonuses, marketing expenses and so on. But I don't have those, only salary and year-end bonus." My friend squinted at him, pursed his lips pretending to be profound and smiled: "Hey, it's useless to say it. You, a foreigner, don't understand it. You will understand after a few years of work."

Hu Yi could only guess the meaning of those nouns from the literal meaning, so he stopped asking, frowned and said: "But... can one thousand fifty-six be spent?
"Anyway, I stay at home for food and lodging, and my salary is all pocket money. I spend as much as I earn, and there is never any leftover."

"Even pocket money is too little." Hu Yi shook his head with a smile, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Hey, look, what kind of unit is that? It looks very good!"

(End of this chapter)