It's that kind of simple house.
It is a bit like the shantytown in Dinghai, with a large room divided into several rooms, which are rented out to migrant workers.
The kind where you can even hear your farts.
There were clothes hanging everywhere, both inner and outer clothes, including girls' underwear.
"Everyone come out and see who I brought with me?"
When Cao Rui shouted, a large group of people came out from all directions.
Not all of them are my high school classmates, but they are almost the same.
Of course, not all of them are from my class, many of them are from other classes.
They are all average students and come from poor families.
"Zheng Yang?"
"Fuck, isn't this a top student?"
"Zheng Yang is also looking for a job?"
With so much chatter going on, I don’t know who to reply to first.
"Cao Rui! Are all these from your company?"
"Haha... Of course, they are all official salesmen now, and some have been promoted to team leaders and directors."
No, what kind of company is this? Don't they consider academic qualifications when making personnel appointments?
Besides, why recruit so many high school students from the same place?
"Come on, Zhengyang! Let's talk in the house."
I followed Cao Rui into the house with a head full of questions.
This house is not divided into small rooms, it is quite a large room.
The floor was covered with foam panels, and there were beddings placed against the wall on one side, which gave off a musty smell.
"You guys live here?"
This is worse than my conditions when I was at my poorest!
"Ah! The conditions are a bit poor now, but I also started out as a salesperson. I now earn tens of thousands a month!
But one should not forget his roots. I have been successful, but I still have to lead my salesmen.
Especially since we are all classmates, right? "
After Cao Rui finished speaking, a girl next to him said:
“Our company’s purpose is people helping people.”
"You'll learn all this later. Come on! To welcome Zheng Yang, Guo Ling, sing a song for everyone!"
I know this person. She is the arts and cultural committee member of Class 8. She sings very well and is also good-looking.
There was a rumor at school that she was in love with the class monitor, and the teacher even contacted her parents.
"Okay! I'll sing a song for Zheng Yang, "Meeting by Chance"; it's fate that we can meet classmates in a foreign land.
No matter how it ends, at least we have been together. There is no need to bother to restrain each other, and there is no need for verbal promises..."
Why do I feel like this isn't a welcome for me, but rather a farewell to me?
It was supposed to be a solo, but after one line, everyone started singing along.
But as they sang, some students actually started crying.
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