ace female assistant

Chapter 1 Wonderful Application Conditions
Cen Qinghe sat in the lounge of Shengtian Group, holding three rounds of interview notices in his hand, feeling more nervous than ever.She was nervous not only because it was her first job interview after graduating from university, but also because she had risked her entire fortune and traveled thousands of kilometers away from her hometown to come to this strange city, and there was no turning back for her.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at the women on the opposite sofa, all of them were young and beautiful, wearing famous brands.One of them was wearing a low-cut V-neck work skirt, and the career line on her chest made Cen Qinghe swallow her saliva, wondering what she grew up on;

The other girl is slender and petite, looks like Han Faner, sitting on the sofa holding a makeup mirror and has been touching up her makeup;

As for the woman sitting directly opposite Cen Qinghe, she maintained a sense of disdain for the people around her and an inherent sense of arrogance from beginning to end. Sometimes she lowered her head and fiddled with her crystal nails, and sometimes glanced at the people around her with disdain.

Before Cen Qinghe came in, he also saw interviewers waiting in other lounges. Shengtian Group recruited senior real estate salesmen with top salaries in the industry and limited places, which naturally attracted a large number of outstanding talents to apply for the job.

Cen Qinghe's major in university is not sales, but language. It just so happens that the senior real estate sales recruited by Shengtian requires proficiency in more than three foreign languages.She came here purely for the high salary. Of course, her best friend who has been with her for 18 years also works here. If she can be hired smoothly, it will really kill two birds with one stone.

Just as he was thinking, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and a female staff member with a Shengtian work ID was standing at the door, and she said aloud, "Please follow me."

Cen Qinghe got up quickly, but almost lost his footing.Today was the first time she wore high heels. Cai Xinyuan prepared a pair of five centimeters for her, saying that she couldn't be any shorter.At first she thought it was too tall, but when she saw that the people on the opposite side were all stepping on sky-high heights, she suddenly regretted whether she should dress a little higher?Don't lose momentum to others.

The three women all walked in front of Cen Qinghe, and Cen Qinghe followed at the end of the team. She did not dare to walk too fast for fear of spraining her feet.

Shengtian's office building is covered with thick carpets, no matter if it is high heels or leather shoes, stepping on them makes no sound.

The female staff led the four of them to a double-opening mahogany door, and said with a smile, "Please wait a moment, the next round of interviews will be you."

Cen Qinghe has a problem. When he is nervous, he wants to go to the toilet, and his mind goes blank.She was worried that if the interviewer communicated with her in Spanish, which she was least familiar with, she would be unable to answer for a while.

After standing at the door for less than half a minute, the door opened, and a beautiful young woman came out, but the woman's complexion was obviously bad, and she left with anger.

The woman beside Cen Qinghe, who looked like Han Faner, said: "Is this because I was not hired? You can't be so angry?"

Just as he was talking, the door opened again. It was still a beautiful woman, but her face was still full of anger.

Cen Qinghe changed from nervousness to fear, knowing that Shengtian Group is the largest real estate company in China and one of the top [-] in the world, but the first two rounds of interviews are quite satisfactory, so is the big head in the last round?
After standing there for less than 3 minutes, the door in front of the room opened again, and three interviewers filed out from inside, each with a stinky face as if about to curse.A person passed by Cen Qinghe, and really cursed in a low voice: "Damn, you must be sick!"

This sentence inevitably caused thousands of terrifying thoughts to flash through Cen Qinghe's mind. What is there in the door?What will be asked during the interview?
There was no time to think about it, because the female staff had already indicated that they could go in.

Cen Qinghe squeezed the thin paper in his hand, took a deep breath, and followed the people in front of him to walk in.

The interview office was much bigger than imagined. When entering the door, you first pass through a small corridor, then turn left, and you will find a huge open space of about a hundred square meters.

But in such a large open space, there is only a desk in front of it, and a desktop computer is placed on the desk. The person behind the computer leans back in the seat, so the interviewer cannot see the person's face, but can only see it. A sleeve of a striped shirt, and a name tag on the table, with the words Marketing Director written on it.

I thought that the final round of interviews would be very serious and serious, but the scene that no one could see in front of me really made the four people including Cen Qinghe show varying degrees of surprise on their faces.

After the female staff brought them in, she turned around and left.

The first second the door was closed, a strange man's low and lazy voice came from the quiet room, and he said, "Go out after plastic surgery."

As soon as these words came out, Cen Qinghe couldn't help raising her eyes, she turned her head to look at the people around her, Han Fan'er frowned and glanced at her, as if she was dissatisfied with Cen Qinghe looking at her.But Cen Qinghe just doubted her hearing, didn't she hear it wrong?

None of the four interviewees made a sound. After a few seconds, a man's voice came from behind the computer again. He said lazily and impatiently: "Chen Baoyi, it was the first time in 09 that she worked in a plastic surgery institution in Haicheng. The nose was cut, and the inner corners of the eyes were opened in this hospital the following year; two years later, I went to South Korea, where I had my cheekbones polished on both sides and my forehead plumped at a plastic surgery hospital in Seoul. Until last year, you had face-lifting injections in Yecheng With the records like this, I just want to ask, do your parents still know you?"

(End of this chapter)