Li Xiuyuan accompanied Wang Zhiyuan and Xu Lin to the entrance of the hotel, and then he pretended to ask them to stay, "Teacher Wang, you came all the way here and didn't even have a meal. What's the point of that..."
Wang Zhiyuan stopped and he really wanted to go back. "Hey, you said you wanted to eat, so just eat."
I haven't even started work yet! You're so shameless, young people, you've said all the bad things about me. Is there any hope for others?
"Li Xiuyuan, you are born to work in the system. I think you are the best." Wang Zhiyuan left with his assistant Xu Lin.
Li Xiuyuan's face was full of smiles, and he muttered, "Thank you for your good wishes."
"Xiaoyuan, who were those two people just now?" Zhang Qiuhe came behind her son Li Xiuyuan at some point and asked curiously, still wearing an apron.
"God of Wealth." Li Xiuyuan said with a smile.
Without waiting for his mother to ask any more questions, he strolled out of the noodle shop. Isn't this person who came to give money voluntarily the God of Wealth?
With this 10,000 yuan, I have to plan my life carefully. Working in the system is stable, but relying on the salary, life will definitely be very poor.
If you really want to get rich, you have to be prepared to go to jail.
Otherwise, there are actually very few ways to make money within the system. One is to write a book, publish it and earn royalties, which is allowed.
Another thing is stock speculation. Civil servants are allowed to speculate in stocks, and they are allowed to receive money for this. Other part-time jobs are not allowed. Of course, later on, they were allowed to drive for Didi...
䀴It is now 2005. 2005 is the beginning of the biggest bull market in the history of the domestic stock market. In his previous life, although Li Xiuyuan had never traded stocks, he had heard about it from people around him.
He didn't know much, just one, a medium-sized ship.
The money hasn't arrived yet, but Li Xiuyuan has been thinking about how to spend it. He plans to put 10,000 yuan into China Shipbuilding and ignore the rest. He will wait until 2007 when it reaches its peak and he will probably make a lot of money.
By then, I can also improve my parents' lives. It's not easy for them to run a noodle shop at such an old age, working hard from dawn to dusk to earn some money.
Li Xiuyuan pondered in his mind, and after returning home, he began to make up notes of his experience in the interview. Of course, Li Xiuyuan still put his heart into it. After all, it was worth tens of thousands of dollars, and he still summarized a lot of things.
For example, answering skills, interview attire, preparation before the interview, hotel selection, breakfast selection on the day of the interview, answering rhythm, etc. These are all details, but these things determine the interview score.
In the evening, when Zhang Qiuhe and Li Jianguo came home, they saw that the light in Li Xiuyuan's room was still on. Zhang Qiuhe knocked on the door and asked Li Xiuyuan to go to bed early.
"Okay, I got it, Mom. I'll rest for a while." Li Xiuyuan looked up and gave his mother a smile.
Zhang Qiuhe nodded, then turned and left. After returning to the bedroom, Li Jianguo looked at his wife and asked, "What is Xiuyuan doing?"
"I don't know. He writes and draws. I guess he's studying hard. It seems he still wants to take the civil service exam." Zhang Qiuhe said.
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