Zhong Rou dragged her suitcase and took the last subway train back to Fudan University.
As soon as she arrived at the dormitory, a girl with disheveled hair leaned against the door. Upon seeing Zhong Rou, she hugged her and said, "Rou Rou, you're finally back! Quickly, give me a pack of Black Liqun cigarettes."
"Can't you buy it outside the school yourself?"
"I'm too lazy."
Zhong Rou put her suitcase into the dormitory, then opened her own personal suitcase, which was filled with cigarettes, alcohol, betel nuts, and the like.
When Zhong Rou entered university, she realized that the school was a huge untapped market with unlimited opportunities, so she started a business of buying and selling during her freshman year.
They once monopolized the business in the entire girls' dormitory and wanted to expand and become even more successful, but one day they were caught by the school leaders.
It pains Zhong Rou to think about it.
The school leader looked very young, so she assumed he was a student and introduced her business, ultimately destroying the sales channels she had painstakingly built up.
She's so angry!
Zhong Rou then gave the girl a bag of black Liqun cigarettes.
40.
"A pack of Hei Li Qun cigarettes costs 36 yuan outside."
Zhong Rou rolled her eyes: "I only make four yuan profit from a pack of cigarettes. Is that expensive?"
The girl with disheveled hair scanned the QR code to pay, and then Zhong Rou squatted down to pack the books in her suitcase, deciding which books to price.
"Rou Rou".
The speaker was a well-dressed girl, wearing a knitted cardigan and a short skirt, carrying a small bag, admiring herself in the mirror.
This girl is Zhong Rou's roommate, and her name is 'Jiang Jiaqi'.
"Um."
Have you found an internship yet?
"Interview tomorrow."
"What company?"
"I think it's called... Qifu Venture Capital." Zhong Rou stroked her chin.
“Hey, me too.” Hearing this, Jiang Jiaqi was a little happy. “I also have an interview tomorrow. Let’s go together. If we both pass the interview, we’ll have someone to rely on at the company.”
"Okay, no problem."
Zhong Rou categorized the books, then photographed them one by one and uploaded them to a second-hand trading platform.
By the time I finished these tasks, it was already late at night.
She took a quick shower, then turned off the lights and went to sleep.
"Hiss..." Jiang Jiaqi couldn't sleep, her voice echoing in the dormitory. "I can't believe that in the blink of an eye, we're about to start our internships. Time really flies."
“Yes,” another roommate, He Min, sighed and said, “To be honest, I’m quite scared. Suddenly entering the company and being controlled by others is really confusing.”
Jiang Jiaqi said, "It's okay, this is only temporary, you'll get used to it gradually."
After a pause, she said with some emotion, "If only I were a rich kid, I wouldn't have to work. I could just stay home and spend my days shopping. I would be so happy."
Zhong Rou stared at the ceiling and said, "Being a rich kid is boring. To put it bluntly, they're just complete wastes. They can't do anything right and they eat everything. I want to become a self-made millionaire, to build my own empire through my own abilities. That's what a real man does!"
Jiang Jiaqi said, "That's because Rou Rou, you're not a rich second generation, so you find it boring. The life of a rich second generation might be more interesting than we imagine."
"Rou Rou, if you were a rich second-generation, you wouldn't need to work part-time all day, you wouldn't need to pay your own tuition, you wouldn't need to earn your living expenses, you'd drive sports cars, live in mansions, and be surrounded by people wherever you go. Just imagine how glamorous that would be."
Zhong Rou thought for a moment, realizing that her high school life was pretty much like that of a rich kid; she had ridden in helicopters, visited luxury yachts, and eaten meals costing hundreds of thousands of yuan per meal...
As for cars, she prefers the Wuling Hongguang, which can carry a lot of cargo and is suitable for doing business.
But she didn't feel that these things were anything special.
“Hmm… …” Zhong Rou pondered, “I really don’t feel anything.”
“So you’re not a second-generation rich kid, so you’ll never understand how interesting it is to be one,” Jiang Jiaqi said.
Zhong Rou didn't want to talk anymore and remained silent.
Jiang Jiaqi exclaimed, "My biggest dream in this life is to marry a rich second-generation heir and live the life of a rich wife. I would be waited on hand and foot as soon as I open my eyes, and I would travel in luxury cars and buy luxury goods. My God, that would be so wonderful."
He Min asked in confusion, "Then why don't you focus on hooking up with rich guys, and instead go to apply for jobs?"
Jiang Jiaqi is quite pretty and dresses impeccably, so she has many admirers at school.
Despite being admired by many boys, Jiang Jiaqi navigated the crowd without ever getting involved with anyone; her methods were truly remarkable.
“Because the financial industry has the most suckers,” Jiang Jiaqi replied.
She worked incredibly hard to get into Fudan University's financial engineering program, hoping to gain access to the finance major and thus more effectively connect with the children of wealthy families.
Zhong Rou rolled over: "I don't understand."
She was too independent to understand Jiang Jiaqi's thoughts.
"Rou Rou, you're still young, you don't understand," Jiang Jiaqi sighed.
... ...
The next day, Zhong Rou got up and began preparing for her interview. She opened her resume, which contained all her information, with the most prominent being her skill certificates and awards.
During her university years, she obtained many certificates and participated in many clubs and school-level competitions.
This resume is truly impressive.
Jiang Jiaqi also slowed down. Compared to Zhong Rou's resume, hers seemed much more plain, and Jiang Jiaqi still looked quite relaxed.
"Your resume contains very little information."
Jiang Jiaqi, with makeup on, raised an eyebrow: "My information isn't just written on my resume."
When Jiang Jiaqi saw that Zhong Rou was still dressed casually, she said, "Rou Rou, you have an interview today. You should dress more formally."
"Isn't this formal enough?"
Today, Zhong Rou is wearing a t-shirt on top and casual pants on the bottom, with canvas shoes on her feet.
"I'll give you my clothes to wear."
"No," Zhong Rou refused.
"Why are you so stubborn?"
The two packed their things and then went to the company for the interview together.
The company I was interviewing with was located in Shanghai's financial center, or rather, the financial center of the entire country.
It was rush hour, and the subway was so crowded that it was almost impossible to breathe.
Following the flow of people, Jiang Jiaqi exited the subway, patting her chest and panting heavily: "I never want to be poor, never want to live the life of squeezing onto the subway, it's a nightmare."
Jiang Jiaqi looked up and saw towering buildings, where various financial investment giants were located, and all the people coming and going, regardless of gender, were dressed in suits.
"I must settle down in this city," Jiang Jiaqi vowed to herself.
"Oh, what a coincidence."
Then she heard her roommate's voice and asked, "What a coincidence?"
She followed Zhong Rou's gaze and saw a middle-aged man get out of an Audi. He was dressed in a suit and tie, walked with a confident stride, and exuded the aura of an elite.
"Rou Rou, do you know him?"
"Yes, I know him. His name is Kang Bo. He's the general manager of Founder Investment Company, responsible for all company affairs. However, he's just a professional manager; the real boss is..."
"Tch~~~" Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Jiaqi interrupted her, "Rou Rou, how can you be so shameless as to make up lies with your eyes wide open?"
Zhong Rou withdrew her gaze: "Have I told few lies?"
Jiang Jiaqi pondered for a few seconds: "There really are quite a few!"
Zhong Rou has made up a lot of lies to do business; she can come up with them as soon as she opens her mouth.
The two then lined up, entered the elevator, and arrived at Qifu Venture Capital.
They arrived relatively early, but there were already many job seekers there, all waiting quietly for their interviews.
The finance industry is a high-paying profession, and everyone hopes to get a piece of the pie.
Zhong Rou chose this industry with the same idea in mind: to make money!
The job seekers were soon interviewed one-on-one, with Jiang Jiaqi ahead of Zhong Rou in line.
He came out a moment later, raised an eyebrow, and said rather smugly, "Done!"
"Zhong Rou".
Zhong Rou heard her name called and then entered the meeting room for an interview. The three interviewers asked questions one by one, all with an interrogative attitude.
She answered each question based on her understanding of the profession.
I could handle the first half, but the second half was a bit difficult. The interviewer didn't ask about my professional knowledge, but rather about interpersonal relationships.
Zhong Rou is not good at this.
For example, if there are two glasses of water on the table, but there are three interviewers, how should they be allocated fairly and reasonably?
Zhong Rou wanted nothing more than to flip the table. "None of you should drink this!"
She could only answer based on her preconceived notions, or just give a random answer.
After the interview, as she slowly walked out of the meeting room, Jiang Jiaqi asked, "How did it go?"
"I don't know," Zhong Rou shook her head.
They sat outside, waiting for the interview results.
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