super energy power

"The probationary period is [-] yuan a month. If you perform well, the salary will increase to [-] yuan after three months. Do you have any questions about the salary?" A young woman with heavy makeup on her face tapped She asked Su Cheng impatiently about the crystal armor she had just made. ╔y╗

Su Cheng shook his head.

"Well, you can come to work next Monday." The girl waved her hand to signal him to go out, and called the next person to come in.

Su Cheng walked out, not at all excited about finding a job. His family is an oil field worker, and he managed to get into a university in Beijing, where he majored in petroleum. When people from his hometown saw his parents, they all said: Your family, Su The city is promising, and it will be the people of the capital in the future.

It is a pity that the reality is that you will be unemployed upon graduation, and there is no prospect of waiting for oil field children to recruit. Without a permanent residence in the city, and without a solid background, a student majoring in petroleum at an ordinary university, no matter how good his grades are, cannot be relied on for food.PetroChina and CNOOC are even more cloudy. He couldn't even enter a slightly larger company. In the end, he kept lowering his expectations and came to such a small logistics company. He watched the goods and recorded vehicle traffic in a logistics company with less than 30 people.

Su Xing felt very guilty when he thought of his parents whose hair was all gray. He looked like this, not to mention taking them to Beijing to enjoy the blessings, maybe he would still make them tired in the future.

He was full of thoughts, walking on the road, he didn't notice a car suddenly appeared on the road on the left.

With a piercing sound, Su Xing only felt his body float up slightly, and his mind went blank.

……

Su Cheng opened his eyes, and saw a group of guys dressed like migrant workers surrounded him.

A boy wearing an old-fashioned green military uniform smiled and said, "Su Cheng, don't you brag about your good health every day? How about it, it's not even August yet, and you actually have heatstroke."

"Where am I?" He didn't know these people at all, how did they know his name was Su Cheng, and they said he had heatstroke, didn't he have a car accident?

"You are stupid! This is the school, you were just looking at the bulletin board, and suddenly fainted." This man was wearing a white sweater that his father only had, and a towel was hung around his neck.

Su Cheng suddenly felt that his head was extremely chaotic, and countless information flooded into his mind. The person in front of him was called Liu Zi, his roommate, and he was actually in Peking University now, no, not the current Peking University, but the original Peking University. Early college students.

He was hit by a car and actually hit an early Chinese Peking University student with the same name and surname as himself.

"It's okay, it's okay, I've been standing for a long time, and I'm a little dizzy. I'm fine." Su Cheng refused their support and company, and he had to think about things carefully.

"Well, it's good that there's nothing to do, but this bulletin board is nothing to see. They are all companies that no one goes to. You can just take a look and go back to the dormitory early." Others pulled away.

The Liu son who was dragged away still didn't want to leave. He complained: "Wang Ting, why are you pulling me? You clearly know that Liu Zi fainted from malnutrition. How could you just leave him alone like this."

"Shut up, I'll deal with you later."

"Su Cheng has a strong self-esteem. He sent all the food stamps and other things to his family. It's not like you don't know what problems you can solve by saying that in person. We'll discuss it when we go back. It's up to you." The man in the green army uniform dragged the six sons away up.

He seemed to be quite prestigious, and a group of people followed him.

Wang Ting turned his head and glanced at Su Cheng who was standing straight in front of the bulletin board. His back was very thin. When a gust of wind blew, the corners of some clothes that were too big on his body fluttered, making him look even more lonely.

Su Cheng didn't pay attention to what they said, his eyes were completely attracted by the content on the bulletin board.

"Procter & Gamble...Shell...Panasonic...International Business Machines Corporation (ibm)...@#%%@#%%..." This pile of job advertisements, any one of them is a Fortune 500 company. To actually say that it is not a popular company, what is wrong with this world!

Before he could recover, he saw two men with their trousers rolled up discussing.

"Jianguo, are you planning to become a reporter for the People's Daily?"

"Yes, the people over there are here. How about you, has the State Council made an appointment?"

"It's settled. You can go here after finishing your graduation thesis."

……

I'm stupid!What kind of crazy era is this? I think he is also a graduate of a serious university in modern times. Not to mention the State Council, even a state-owned enterprise cannot enter, and a logistics company with 30 people has to compete for jobs...

"This is not a great talent from Suzhou in our Chinese department. Where are you going? I heard that the General Office of the State Council is looking for someone. Your chances are not small. We may be colleagues by then!" The student who looked like an old farmer patted Su Cheng Shoulder……

"The General Office of the State Council? Me?" Su Cheng pointed to his nose.

"No, why, you have a new idea? Let me guess, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Customs? Let me tell you, if you have a solid foundation in English, you can do well in the Ministry of Foreign Trade." The man named Jianguo was quite enthusiastic.

Su Cheng was tongue-tied, not knowing what to say.In his life, the names of these central agencies were far away and mysterious, often only seen in the news.

Now, could he be among them?

"Is there any recruitment from PetroChina?" Sioux City asked in a strange way.

"It's the Ministry of Petroleum." The other party said very understandingly: "The Ministry of Petroleum is also a good unit, but you, a liberal arts student, what did you do in the past? Let me tell you, it's better to go to the State Council to write materials, or stay in school. It's also good."

To stay in school is to be a teacher at Peking University, and Su Cheng has already begun to feel that his brain is not enough.

At this time, Jianguo kindly reminded: "If you contact the unit, you must make a decision early. Don't pass the time, you can only obey the assignment."

Assigning work, something that can only be imagined in dreams, turned out to be a chore in the eyes of college students at this time.Su Cheng didn't know whether to cry or laugh...