On July 9th, early in the morning, Song Ci was carefully selecting clothes in the cloakroom, preparing for today's interview.
Abandoning those fashionable and sexy clothes, Song Ci finally found herself a pure white silk shirt and a misty blue hip-hugging midi skirt. She changed her clothes, tied her curly hair up, put on high heels, and took the subway out.
Wangdong City is the most economically prosperous metropolis in China, with a large population. Driving is often worse than walking. In a hurry, Song Ci took the subway. After all, she's a fashion blogger with over two million followers, so she didn't want to be recognized, so she put on a mask.
Due to the impact of the virus some time ago, people are no longer surprised to see people wearing masks on the street.
Song Ci arrived at the interview location fifteen minutes early.
Zeus Aviation, 9th Floor.
The 9th floor was quite lively today, with quite a few interviewees, all of them men. Among them were young college graduates, experienced pilots, and retired air force personnel.
Hearing the sound of high heels, these men turned around and saw the hot Song Ci, their eyes lit up.
These interviewers all mistook Song Ci for an employee of Zeus Aviation's administrative department.
When Song Ci took off the mask, revealing her beautiful face, and smiled politely at them, the group of men were even more amazed.
Where did this fairy come from?
However, when Song Ci calmly walked to the waiting chair next to them and sat down, took out her resume from her bag, and acted as if waiting to be called for an interview, these men finally showed surprise on their faces.
A young man who looked only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with poor concentration, was the first to speak to Song Ci: "Beautiful lady, are you here for the pilot interview too?"
Song Ci nodded.
The young man continued, "My name is Du Zitao, and I graduated from the 18th class of Fengchuan Flight Academy. What about you, beautiful lady?"
Everyone pricked up their ears and heard Song Ci say, "Civil Aviation University, Class of 20, Song Ci."
Hearing this, Du Zitao exclaimed, "You are the Song Ci of the Civil Aviation Administration! The most beautiful campus beauty!"
Song Ci is a name known to all students at aviation colleges across China. The reason is simple: every year during the campus beauty pageant, Song Ci from the Civil Aviation University of China always manages to dominate the title of most beautiful campus beauty, crushing all the female students from various universities across the country.
Even if they had never seen Song Ci in person, they had heard of his name. Furthermore, Song Ci was in the civil aviation industry and would be a future pilot, so they were even more interested in him.
Song Ci felt embarrassed when he was recognized.
Du Zitao took out his phone on the spot, smiled at Song Ci, and said flatteringly, "Miss Song, do you mind adding WeChat?"
Song Ci winked at the man and declined with a smile: "Forget about adding WeChat. When I interview you later, please be lenient and leave me a way out. I will be very grateful."
Upon hearing this, Du Zitao, who was about to add her as a friend on WeChat, immediately returned to his seat with his phone and sat up straight.
Beauty is precious, but work is more important.
Song Ci sneered in his heart: Ha! Man.
Soon, the interview began.
One after another was called in, and they only stayed in there for a few minutes before coming out. Song Ci noticed that when they came out, almost everyone pursed their lips and frowned, and their tangled and struggling looks made Song Ci a little puzzled.
What’s going on? Are the interview questions too tricky?
After waiting for less than twenty minutes, it was Song Ci's turn.
Song Ci walked in calmly with her head held high, thinking that if the interview failed, she would go home and become an internet celebrity.
Pushing the door open, Song Ci quickly glanced at the interviewers in the room. There were five interviewers in total, three women and two men.
After Song Ci sat down, she was neither frivolous nor impatient nor guilty. She raised her head, her eyes as calm as water, and looked at the interviewers carefully from left to right.
On the far left is a woman in her early forties, wearing a light blue suit, with her hair tied up and light makeup. She looks a little rigid, but not mean.
The second person from the left is a woman in her early thirties. She's plain-looking, but her confident gaze gives the impression that she's capable of handling important tasks. The third person is a man, presumably the main interviewer; he has a rather affable expression.
But you can't mess with a smiling tiger.
On the other side of the man sat a beautiful lady with a queen-like appearance. She crossed her arms and looked at Song Ci with interest, probably having recognized her.
Looking to the right again, Song Ci was stunned.
The man on the far right was just sitting, with his body straight and his head much higher than the others. It was not difficult to imagine how tall he would be when he stood up.
Beneath his short, dark hair, his gray-blue eyes were like Lake Baikal, deep and clear. The man stared at Song Ci quietly, his eyes showing no surprise, no joy, no contempt, and no discrimination.
How to put it, Song Ci felt that he was looking at himself as if he were an ordinary stone.
Song Ci quickly lowered her eyes, and the pure land in her heart collapsed and shattered.
It's him!
The man who appeared briefly in her life but left a deep impression on her!
Song Ci raised her head again and stared at the table in front of the man. On the table was a black thermos cup and an identity card.
Han Zhan.
Even the name was exactly the same as the one in the dream. Song Ci's breathing suddenly became heavy.
Han Zhan's ID card was too concise, with only a name and no position information. As the saying goes, the fewer words in a report, the more serious the incident. Similarly, the more concise the identity description, the more mysterious the person's identity.
The other four people found it a little funny when they noticed that the beautiful interviewer was staring at Han Zhan intently.
The man in the middle put his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly.
This cough finally woke Song Ci up.
Song Ci quickly looked up, gave the interviewer a faint smile, and apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry for the loss of composure. I've flown with Zeus Airlines several times, and I didn't expect your employees to be as beautiful and excellent as your service. I'm completely satisfied and can't find any fault with them."
Five people: "..."
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but after hearing this, the other four people all looked at the man on the far right.
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci calmly, but a sentence popped up in his mind——
Sweet talk, frivolous and unreliable!
Bei Zhan was good at observing people's expressions. He saw that Han Zhan was not satisfied with his first impression of Song Ci, and thought that this one would probably be rejected again.
However, Bei Zhan himself is somewhat interested in Song Ci.
You know, among the interviewees today, there was only one flower, a graceful and elegant peony. Bei Zhan knew Song Ci. She was the most famous lady, with unparalleled beauty. Who in Wangdongcheng didn't know her?
Beizhan himself is also a little fan among the army of Songci beauty lovers.
Besides, Mr. Han is 32 years old this year and has always been single. He really needs to spend more time with girls. Isn't hiring a female trainee pilot the perfect opportunity?
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