Chapter 140 The 140th Day of Not Running Away The 100th Day of Not Running Away...
"Well done."
Wen Chan praised.
Wen Qunshu's ears turned slightly red, and she nodded, "Thank you, Sister Wen."
Hearing this address again, Wen Chan felt a little embarrassed. She coughed and said, "Either call me Wen Chan or call me boss. Don't call me sister. I'm younger than you."
"How about I call you Boss?" Wen Qunshu asked excitedly.
Wen Chan thought about it and agreed that it was a good idea.
The biggest news recently circulating among universities in Beijing is undoubtedly the recruitment advertisement for Future Investment Co., Ltd.
In the 1990s, college students were valuable, and students from prestigious universities were even more valuable. Most of them were pre-booked by various companies and state-owned enterprises before they even graduated.
However, for ordinary college students, the companies they can work for are mostly quite ordinary, and many of them are not from Beijing, so the thought of returning to their hometowns makes them reluctant.
Wen Chan and Zhang Yurong's investment company not only offered good benefits, but more importantly, they could also provide Beijing residency.
This is the truly attractive place.
At Beijing Institute of Light Industry, senior students will graduate next year, but they still need to attend classes at the school.
As soon as the bell rang, the English majors breathed a sigh of relief and got up to walk out.
"Sun Peng, did you see the job posting in the newspaper?" He Lan pushed her way out of the crowd and patted Sun Peng in front of her as she asked.
Sun Peng is the class monitor in their class, and his family is the best off, so he is very well-informed. In addition, he is kind and friendly, and has good interpersonal relationships.
He was being surrounded by the boys and was about to walk towards the cafeteria when he heard this. He stopped and said to Helan, "I saw it. We were just saying we'd go try it tomorrow."
Song Ke, who was tidying up his textbooks in the front row, perked up his ears.
He Lan said, "Give it a try. Don't you already have a job offer? Besides, you're not a local, so why are you after their household registration?"
For people from other places, a Beijing hukou (household registration) is the most attractive condition.
It's no wonder these people are materialistic. Beijing and other places are worlds apart. There are many millionaires in Beijing, while some places don't even have electricity or running water, or even roads.
These students worked so hard to get into universities in Beijing. Over the past four years, they have broadened their horizons at school and in Beijing. It would be hard for anyone to bear to send them back to their hometowns.
Especially when compared with local classmates, it's hard not to feel unbalanced.
A boy next to him chimed in, "Yeah, Sun Peng, it's one thing for us to be after their household registration, but you already have one, why are you joining us in this mess?"
Sun Peng laughed and said, "My aunt lives abroad, right? I asked her to inquire about it. The parent company of this Future Investment Co., Ltd. is a very powerful Chinese enterprise overseas. The salary is high, and the future development prospects are good. No matter how well you do in your regular job, you only earn a small salary in a year. But it's different in this kind of foreign company. People there earn several thousand a month, and they might earn even more in the future. I'm a realistic person, I just love money. Don't laugh at me for being materialistic."
Sun Peng spoke with composure and confidence, but in reality, most people who wanted to go for the interview were also there for the money. Wen Chan offered a decent salary of two thousand a month, plus various benefits such as housing subsidies and transportation subsidies.
Most people are embarrassed to say it out loud, afraid of being called materialistic, but Sun Peng said it directly, and everyone thought he was honest.
The boy patted Sun Peng on the shoulder and said, "Class monitor, you want to get rich too? Let's go together and make money together. Let's earn money from those foreigners."
Helan couldn't help but smile, "I want to go too, I want to earn money so I can support my sister's schooling."
As everyone chatted and laughed, Song Ke suddenly said, "You guys are too materialistic."
Sun Peng and the others were stunned. They looked at each other, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
The boy was embarrassed. "Song Ke, we're talking about our own business. What's it to you? Aren't you preparing for your own interview too?"
He pointed to the resume in Song Ke's hand.
Song Ke didn't take it seriously, raised his chin, and said disdainfully, "You guys are after the money, but I'm not. I'm here to broaden my horizons and learn more skills. I'm not like you guys who lack ambition. I'm going to be my own boss someday!"
After saying this, Song Ke walked through the crowd with the book in his arms.
Helan and the others were dumbfounded.
Sun Peng was both amused and exasperated. He said to the others, "Forget about him. How about we discuss how to prepare for the interview this afternoon?"
Early in the morning.
Chen Bozheng brought breakfast to Wen Chan and the others. Wen Chan and the others hadn't gone home last night and had stayed at the hotel to prepare.
He placed the steamed buns and soy milk on the table and said, "Are you sure you don't need my help?"
Wen Chan is compiling a list. She has called and communicated with all the people who are going to be interviewed in advance. There are at least fifty people to be interviewed today.
But in reality, maybe only twenty or so people will actually show up.
After all, most people still believe that a secure job is the most reliable, even if the benefits and residency they offer are among the best in the country, it still can't overcome societal expectations.
Wen Chan said, "No need. Aren't you going to visit the residents of Jingyang Community today? I can manage here."
Chen Bozheng glanced at Wen Qunshu, who gave him a simple, honest smile. Chen Bozheng's lips twitched slightly, and he handed Wen Chan a bag of soy milk, saying, "Eat first before you work. Wen Qunshu, for lunch and dinner—"
"What are your orders, Brother Zheng?" Wen Qunshu asked, holding a sauerkraut bun in his hand.
Chen Bozheng said, "Remember to remind your boss to eat. If it's really necessary, ask the hotel staff to send some bread and milk. You guys should also make sure you don't go hungry. I'll pay for this."
The fat man laughed loudly, "Brother Zheng, you've never been this generous to us before. It seems we've taken advantage of your wife today."
"Get lost." Chen Bo shoved the fat man. "Haven't I treated you to meals and drinks enough before?"
Knowing they were busy, Chen Bo didn't linger. After going downstairs, he asked the waiter to bring up a few cases of bottled water for the examiners and interviewees.
Wen Chan only realized what was missing after seeing it.
She slapped her forehead, "I've been so busy I've lost my mind."
Liu Yan came over today to lend a hand. "It's all thanks to Zheng Ge's thoughtfulness. I didn't expect this either. But, A Chan, is it really okay for me to help you with your interview today?"
She was somewhat uneasy.
Wen Chan comforted her, "Don't think of this interview as something too glamorous. You've been recruiting all the time before, and it's all the same."
Liu Yan chuckled: "How are they the same? The workers I hired were female workers. I only needed to test whether they could make clothes. But you've hired highly educated people. I don't even know what to ask them."
Wen Chan smiled and said, "Don't worry about what to ask. The questions are all here. What you need to help with is to see which of these people seem to have potential. You're very knowledgeable and have met countless people in business. I trust your judgment."
Hearing Chan say that, Liu Yan felt embarrassed to refuse.
Wen Chan also called Wen Qunshu over to help, while Fatty and the others were responsible for guiding the people who came for the interview.
Starting at nine in the morning, the number of people coming for interviews gradually increased.
Wen Chan first wants to recruit people for the human resources department. There is no such major in China yet, so asking questions is useless. The main thing is to look at the person's personality and ability.
Sun Peng and the others arrived and waited in the living room.
Everyone was a little nervous.
Although they were college students, most of them were staying in such a high-end hotel for the first time.
Helan looked around and felt that it was magnificent and even the chairs were exceptionally soft.
"Look, they're out, they're out."
A male student covered his mouth with his resume and said in a low voice.
Everyone stared intently at the interviewees who had just come out. They saw that the interviewees were pale and muttering to themselves as they came out.
Song Ke immediately went up and stopped one of them, asking, "Comrade, what kind of questions are asked in the interviews here?"
The man's expression wasn't good. "Asking about the price of pork this morning? Damn it, how would I know? I'm not a pork vendor at the market!"
The man's voice was quite loud, clearly indicating he was very angry.
Those waiting for their interviews couldn't help but panic.
Another person who had just failed their interview rolled their eyes and said, "They asked me what new changes the government has made to tax policy this year. How would I know? I'm not an accountant!"
With a buzzing sound.
Everyone's minds were thrown into turmoil.
Everyone who was sitting and waiting to be called in from inside couldn't sit still anymore. They all stood up and surrounded the group, asking them all sorts of questions.
Upon hearing these tricky and bizarre questions, they were all filled with righteous indignation.
One person, furious, tore up their resume, saying, "This isn't an interview; they're just messing with us! I quit!"
"That's right, I'm quitting too. Don't think that just because you have a few stinking bucks you can look down on people. So what if you can get a Beijing residency permit? I don't believe I can't get one of the many jobs in Beijing." Another person chimed in indignation.
When the fat man heard the commotion and came out, he saw seven or eight people walking side by side, and many others were looking at him with angry eyes.
"Hey, where are you guys headed? Are you having job interviews?" the fat man called out.
Those people said rudely, "Damn it, we're not going to meet you anymore. Your company looks down on people and makes fun of them. Get lost!"
The fat man was displeased. "What are you talking about? Who has the time to tease you? How much does our hotel cost per day? The newspaper ads aren't cheap either."
"Hey, who knows what you guys are up to?"
A few of those who had been rejected in the interviews, turning to the others, said, "I advise everyone to have some self-respect. We can't let capitalists treat us like this."
College students of this age are young, and youth sometimes means naivety and a concern for saving face.
Some people were easily provoked into leaving by a few words, while others, though too embarrassed to say they wanted to leave directly, felt there was no point in staying and couldn't answer the questions they were asked.
Therefore, in no time, another seven or eight people followed suit.
The fat man panicked.
I only successfully interviewed two people this morning. If they both leave, what will happen to the rest of the work?
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