When the exam time was over and the papers were being collected, Wang Yinghui came in and said to everyone, "The written test results will be released next Wednesday. Those who pass will proceed to the interview."

"Another interview?" some people muttered quietly.

Wang Yinghui acted as if she hadn't heard anything and went out with the test paper.

As Qin Hanshu walked out of the room, she was stopped by Wang Yinghui inside the Labor and Personnel Department office.

Qin Hanshu walked over and said, "Section Chief Wang."

Wang Yinghui nodded. "You're a military dependent, right? Do you live in Jinma Town? If you live there... commuting to and from get off work might be inconvenient."

What does that mean?

Qin Hanshu nodded and said, "It is quite far. But it's relatively convenient to take a car, it's just that it takes a long time."

Wang Yinghui said, "The company has dormitory rooms, but they are in high demand. If you want to apply, you should let me know in advance."

Qin Hanshu was still newly married and didn't want to go home only once every few days. Besides, the dormitory was a multi-person room, which would be inconvenient in terms of daily life, even though it was closer to home.

Qin Hanshu sincerely thanked Wang Yinghui and said, "Since it's in high demand, I won't waste this opportunity. I don't mind the extra commute; I promise it won't interfere with my work."

Wang Yinghui glanced at Qin Hanshu, "Okay. Then it's fine."

Qin Hanshu took his leave.

I asked her about her dorm right after the written exam; it seems this exam was just a formality.

She also discovered that Wang Yinghui only stopped her to inquire about her accommodation.

Zhou Weiguang must have found a very powerful backer.

Knowing that this would be her workplace, Qin Hanshu took the stairs on both sides of the road and carefully observed the area before heading down.

Looking around, there were crowds of people.

The building is brightly lit even during the day, with rows of incandescent fluorescent tubes illuminating the interior.

The first to sixth floors are all places to sell goods. In the middle of each floor, there is a high platform where people sit to collect money.

The air was filled with steel wires, radiating outwards from the high platform, connecting each counter to the person collecting money on the platform.

The sales clerk first issues a ticket to the customer, clips the ticket onto a wire with a swishing sound, and then sends the ticket to the person collecting the money.

After receiving the money and ticket, giving change, and then using the clip on the wire to return it to the counter, the salesperson would then give the goods to the customer.

The entire purchase process is now complete.

It wasn't as efficient as it would be in later generations, but in an era where everything relied on manual labor, it was the most convenient method.

Department stores and shops across the country operate in roughly the same way.

Qin Hanshu walked to a pastry counter, looked at the products on display, and when she saw something she wanted, she joined the queue at the back of the crowd.

When it was her turn, she said, "I want two pounds of calcium milk biscuits."

The saleswoman, a young woman, frowned deeply upon hearing her words and said unhappily, "Who are you calling calcium milk biscuits?"

Qin Hanshu was taken aback. When she heard a customer next to her say "Hello, comrade" to the saleswoman, she realized that the girl in front of her was angry that she hadn't added a prefix to the address.

At that time, sales clerks were generally very arrogant and most of them had little sense of service. The saying "God is the customer" that became popular in later generations was reversed at that time.

The salesperson is the king/queen. Even if ordinary customers don't treat the salesperson with the utmost respect, they should at least be polite.

Qin Hanshu didn't argue with her and said again, "Comrade, please give me two pounds of calcium milk biscuits."

The sales clerk rolled her eyes and slowly started writing the invoice.

Qin Hanshu then rummaged through his pockets for grain coupons and money.

Biscuits are made from grain, so you need grain coupons to get them.

Qin Hanshu searched for a while but couldn't find the food coupons. She remembered that she had brought them with her when she left home in the morning, and thought that she might not be able to make it back in time for lunch and would have to eat at a state-run restaurant outside.

After writing the receipt, the sales clerk noticed Qin Hanshu's expression and impatiently urged, "Can't you hurry up? There are so many people waiting behind us!"

Qin Hanshu smiled sheepishly, "Wait a moment, let me find the food coupons." She then stepped aside and said, "Let the people behind us buy first."

The sales clerk immediately got angry, slammed the printed ticket on the counter, and shouted:

"Are you kidding me? If you can't afford it, don't come over here. You're just wasting everyone's time!"

Even Qin Hanshu, who had a good temper, was angered by the salesperson.

"Who has the time to come here and mess with you? Who are you? Look at your face, it's so saggy it's almost falling apart. Anyone who didn't know better would think that everyone who buys from you is your enemy!"

The saleswoman seemed to be encountering a customer who talked back to her for the first time, and she was so shocked that her jaw dropped.

"What? Am I wrong? We are all glorious working people, no one is inferior to anyone else. Do I have to be subservient to you when I buy things from you?"

Qin Hanshu's words clearly resonated with many people, and someone in the back of the line immediately echoed, "Exactly!"

As Qin Hanshu spoke, she found the grain coupons sandwiched among several banknotes.

She slapped the food coupons and money on the counter and said, "Take them."

The sales clerk turned green with anger and sneered, "The calcium milk biscuits are sold out."

Qin Hanshu pointed to the cookies in the display case and asked, "What's that?"

The sales clerk crossed his arms and chuckled, "If I say it's sold out, then it's sold out."

It looks like it's not going to sell to you.

So what if you're so good with words? Today I'll show you that a salesperson has the right to give you attitude!

The commotion attracted the attention of those around them.

Another saleswoman at the pastry counter finished her work and rushed over to apologize to Qin Hanshu, saying, "I'm sorry, comrade, Xiao Xue wasn't feeling well today and came to work while sick. She couldn't control her emotions, so I'm bringing her to apologize to you."

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