According to reports, this story begins at an entirely unscientific moment: Zhou Ziye, a designer who rose from creating counterfeit mobile phones, suddenly time-traveled back to the year 1984.
...Her tax records show that she has had taxes paid by three different companies since graduating from school. Looking at her job title, she was a clerk, a financial advisor, and an appliance salesperson.
She has received government assistance, been married and divorced; her husband was an American, and the child lives with him. Hou Qian also has to pay child support.
I'm really not doing well. If I don't earn a thousand a month, I can't make ends meet.
Having made up his mind, Xing Baohua headed to the office area. He wanted to meet this distant relative.
During the interview, Xing Baohua didn't ask any questions; she just observed this older cousin in her thirties.
No wonder he has experience in finance and sales; he's very eloquent.
According to the talent recruitment plan, this person was basically qualified. He answered a few questions, and like going through a formality, he passed.
They didn't ask any technical questions, and besides, HR doesn't have any professional technicians. We can only wait and see how they perform after they start working in the lab.
After the interview, Xing Baohua saw the other interviewers off, but he stayed behind himself and Hou Qian as well.
Hou Qian's resume and interview results were laid out in front of Xing Baohua. After sorting through them, he asked Hou Qian, "Do you know who I am?"
"I'm sorry, I haven't seen you before. Judging from your seat in the middle, you must be from the HR department or a senior executive in the company?" Hou Qian said.
"I created rice myself. My name is Xing Baohua."
"Hello, Mr. Xing." Hou Qian stood up and greeted him politely.
Xing Baohua waved for the other person to sit down and said, "Do you know why I want to talk to you alone?"
"have no idea."
"Neither Su Ya nor my future mother-in-law has ever called me about your affairs. Do you know how I found out about you?"
"No, I don't know!"
"If you do it too deliberately, you'll easily give yourself away. It's not too late to turn back now, and since we still have some connection, I can put in a good word for you. Who are you working for?"
At this moment, Hou Qian was dumbfounded, her mind went blank, and all thoughts of money and profit vanished. She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
"You've come at a very bad time. There have been some issues in the company recently. There are enemy Ts operating within the company, so the relevant departments have taken notice and have been investigating. You barged in, so who else are we going to investigate if not you!"
"But, but I really don't know who my previous employer was."
"It's okay, whether you tell or not is up to you. Just think about how your family will lose face because of this. We're all children under the red flag, and you're working as a prostitute for someone else. How can your parents still have the face to go to work? They might even be investigated, etc."
"But I really didn't know! I saw the high-paying part-time job ad on the website, contacted them by phone, and later they had a department that trained us, making us memorize some things and data, how to disguise ourselves, etc. The things they asked me to say during the interview were all things I had memorized, and I had also memorized some technical terms," Hou Qian explained anxiously.
"I told you, it's okay. You didn't cause any real damage, there's still hope, there's still a chance to make amends. I'm talking to you now to offer some kind words of advice, but the relevant departments might take you away in a bit. Oh, by the way, have they trained you to withstand blows?"
"No!" Hou Qian cried out when she heard that she could withstand the beating. Thinking of the interrogation scenes in the movies, she felt a chill run down her spine.
She couldn't bear any of it—whipping, branding irons, chili oil, the tiger bench, fingernail pulling—she immediately knelt before Xing Baohua, begging him to spare her from being taken away, out of consideration for their kinship.
“Say it! How am I supposed to know you’re resisting if you don’t talk?” Xing Baohua asked Hou Qian, who was kneeling on the carpet.
“I really don’t know who they are, but I can help you get to know my superior.”
"Domestic or foreign?"
"It should be in China. My task is to obtain the relevant documents, and then someone will contact me to come and pick them up. After assessing the value of the documents, they will give me a sum of money."