Chapter 5 Looking for a Job
Entering the house, the living room was well-lit and bright. Lin Qiyuan was typing on his tablet computer.
Zhou Yang stood at the door for a while, secretly observing the other person.
His doctor friend said last night that his symptoms were quite severe. The nervousness and anxiety that appeared when interacting with outsiders were not shown on his face at all, but people like this are often more dangerous.
By the way, playing with a mobile phone or computer quietly and gaining spiritual satisfaction in the virtual world is also a major symptom of social phobia.
Zhou Yang didn't intend to disturb the other person, so he went upstairs while crouching against the wall.
Lin Qiyuan caught a glimpse of the child who looked like a thief out of the corner of his eye. After thinking for a moment, he picked up his phone and sent a WeChat message to Cheng Fei.
【Lin Qiyuan: What did you say to him?】
Cheng Fei: Who/doubt
Lin Qiyuan: Zhou Yang
There was a pause of one minute.
Cheng Fei: I didn’t say anything/I feel wronged.
[Lin Qiyuan: You didn't say anything and you're hiding from me?]
Cheng Fei chuckled here.
Cheng Fei: You're too fierce. When will you change your bad temper?
In the Cheng family mansion, Big Brother Cheng casually picked up his chopsticks and tapped Cheng Fei's head: "You got up late and didn't eat properly! Who are you chatting with? Did you do something bad again? You look so guilty."
Cheng Fei tilted his head in protest: "Who's doing bad things? He's chatting with that old dog coin Lin Yuan! If anyone wants to do bad things, he's the one!"
The eldest brother of the Cheng family nodded: "That's right, if he wants to bully you, tell me!"
"You want to help me beat him?" Cheng Fei's eyes lit up, thinking that he was indeed his brother.
"That can't be." Brother Cheng put on his suit and tie, "I'm going to learn from him how he bullies people and still makes them afraid to complain."
"Huh!" Zhou Yang straightened up. It was not easy to go back to the room.
As soon as Zhou Yang returned to the room, he heard the sound of his cell phone dinging.
He walked around the bed twice in annoyance before opening the text message with his index finger. It was indeed his father, Mr. Zhou Hai.
In this day and age, apart from junk ads, only an old-fashioned person like his dad would insist on sending text messages instead of WeChat.
[Have you thought this through? Zhou Hai.]
Zhou Yang snorted and started typing, ready to reply to his father with "Absolutely impossible", but deleted it all halfway through.
He threw his cell phone onto the bed. It bounced twice on the spring mattress and then lay there quietly.
Zhou Yang was silent for a while, then took out a small box of chocolates from the bottom corner of the suitcase.
Anglel is his favorite chocolate brand, produced in Country A. It is only sold in a few Western countries, and even there are very few purchasing agents. He came back in a hurry this time and didn't have time to ask someone to buy it for him, so there is only this small box left.
He started liking this kind of chocolate when he was in college. It was a white round ball that looked no different from ordinary chocolate.
This kind of chocolate is a bit bitter, but once it touches the tongue, it immediately becomes sweet and leaves a long-lasting aftertaste. Whenever he is in a bad mood, he will eat two pieces.
He put the chocolate in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and then took a deep breath. His whole soul seemed to be kneaded, softened, and healed.
"bite!"
“Is it ever going to end?”
Zhou Yang muttered to himself, and this time he planned to resend the words he had just deleted.
Oh, isn't that his dad?
It was from an unfamiliar number and didn't seem like a spam message.
Click to see Zhou Yang.
[Zhou Yang, do you have time lately? Would you like to come to our old classmates' reunion? I'm Yang Xingchen.]
Zhou Yang was stunned at first, then he reacted.
Yang Xingchen was the class monitor of his senior year class, and the 10,000 yuan in cash that was stolen from him was returned to him by the other party.
When Zhou Yang transferred to S City, it was already the second semester of his sophomore year in high school. Therefore, all in all, he and Yang Xingchen or other students in the gifted class were only in the same class for a year and a half.
The top students in the elite class usually put a lot of emphasis on their studies and don't communicate much with each other, let alone Zhou Yang, who only came in the last year and doesn't have a deep relationship with everyone.
At that time, Yang Xingchen sat at the table in front of Zhou Yang. He was a man of integrity and good relationships, and sometimes he would share some of the food he brought from home with Zhou Yang. Furthermore, as the class monitor, he inevitably interacted with every student, so Zhou Yang and Yang Xingchen became quite familiar with each other.
They both got into University B, but with different majors. They both had their own social circles, occasionally greeting each other when they ran into each other, but that was about it, until Yang Xingchen suddenly asked Zhou Yang to borrow 10,000 yuan.
Ten thousand yuan is not a small amount of money, but Zhou Yang heard Yang Xingchen's tone on the phone was very anxious, and he seemed to be choking, so he didn't ask him the reason and just lent him the money.
A few days later, Yang Xingchen returned with 10,000 yuan in cash and treated Zhou Yang to a meal as a token of his gratitude. Zhou Yang found saving money troublesome, so he stuffed the money into a drawer and never looked at it again, leaving it there for several years.
Since then, the two would occasionally chat about their recent situation through WeChat or phone calls.
Three years ago, Zhou Yang changed his mobile phone number and WeChat account, and only added back relatives with whom he had more frequent contact. His only friends were Qi Dongdong and a few people he met abroad.
This time, I don’t know where Yang Xingchen got his cell phone number from.
Zhou Yang thought about it and politely declined the class monitor's invitation. After all, he was not familiar with the other people in the class, and it would be awkward to go.
"Come on, aren't you studying design? Several people in our class are majoring in this field. You two can talk about it. Just consider it a favor to me, okay?"
Having said that, it would be unreasonable for Zhou Yang not to go.
The time was set for the next night, and Zhou Yang decided to submit his resume and look for a job first.
Although starting a studio is his dream, having food to eat and a place to live is his most immediate need.
At noon, he hunched over and sneaked into the kitchen to make lunch for Lin Qiyuan, which was still porridge and side dishes.
Zhou Yang acted like a young wife, secretly bringing the food to the restaurant and bringing it back after Lin Qiyuan finished eating. She then hid in the kitchen, eating and cleaning up before coming out.
Watching Zhou Yang climbing up the stairs like a gecko, Lin Qiyuan picked up the mirror for the fifth time and frowned: Handsome, not fierce.
Secretary Li Baiyu sent another WeChat message to ask about the next step of work, but got a reply from the boss: Am I fierce?
Li Baiyu was so frightened that he was shaking, and tremblingly took a screenshot of the question and sent it to the company's employee group except the boss.
[Wang Ermazi: Oh my god, what is the boss up to again?]
[Flying Red Hare Little Lu Bu: Secretary Li, how did you offend the boss? Hurry up and comfort him, don't you want the double bonus at the end of the year?]
A minute of silence for Secretary Li
[Female Zhuge Hua Mulan: A minute of silence for Secretary Li]
[The most handsome little idiot: A minute of silence for Secretary Li]
【……】
“…”
A minute later, Li Baiyu gritted his teeth and typed.
[The most capable secretary, Little Li Bai: How could that be?]
[The most capable secretary, Xiao Li Bai: Boss, you are very kind]
[The most capable secretary, Xiao Li Bai: Pictures/Pictures]
The most capable secretary, Little Li Bai: Everyone admires you.
The two screenshots showed the employees in the group vying with each other to flatter the boss. A preliminary calculation showed that Secretary Li had used these two pictures to fool Boss Lin five times.
Boss Lin never remembers his employees' names, so he didn't notice the reusability of the pictures.
It seems that it is not his fault, the child is just too timid, Lin Qiyuan thought.
*
At 1:30 in the afternoon, Zhou Yang began to receive interview notifications one after another.
After all, his resume is impressive enough that even if he applied to big companies, they would be willing to give him a chance.
He picked two companies close to Bayview Court, one for 3:30, and the other, Anxia Design, where the pimp Zhang Mingfeng worked, was closer, for 4:30. To save on transportation, he walked 1.5 kilometers to the bus stop.
There weren't many people on the bus in the afternoon, and the journey was eight stops in total. He found a seat as soon as he got on the bus.
The man sitting in front of him was very thin. When he saw Zhou Yang sitting behind him, he frowned as if he was very reluctant. In front of the thin man was a young girl in a blue dress, wearing headphones and looking down at her phone.
Two stops later, the company's HR texted him again to confirm the time, and he lowered his head to reply. On the phone, Zhou Yang heard the HR person sound like a middle-aged man, a bit chatty, asking questions over and over again that he could have asked in person. And now, the texts were no different, repeatedly confirming the information, so he had no choice but to answer them one by one.
He felt the man in front of him look back at him five or six times before his sight finally disappeared.
[Okay, let’s meet and talk.]
After finishing this sentence, Zhou Yang raised his head and saw the thin man in front of him was about to put his hand into the bag of the girl in blue.
Although Zhou Yang is a wealthy second-generation, he's not a fan of luxury goods. However, his mother particularly loves Chanel bags. When he's abroad, she occasionally video chats with her family, and she'll be seen excitedly showing off her new bag.
Through constant observation and observation, he also gained some understanding of the brands and prices of bags.
The girl's bag was Chanel, with a market price of more than 30,000 yuan. However, there was a hole on the side, and something like an ID card or consumption card was vaguely exposed.
The thin man held his breath and stretched out his hand carefully. Just before he got the card, Zhou Yang grabbed his wrist.
Skinny: "You're looking for death..."
After only a few curse words, Zhou Yang increased his strength in vain, twisting the thin man's wrist so hard that it hurt. He couldn't help but curse: "Fuck your mother!"
The little girl in the blue skirt was finally startled by the noise behind her and turned around to look at the two of them blankly.
"Girl, have you seen if you've lost anything? This guy is a thief." Zhou Yang asked, then turned to the right and looked at the people there curiously and said, "Dude, this guy is a thief, please call the police."
"Who the hell is the thief? You slandered me, I'm going to kill you!" The thin man's eyes were fierce. His left wrist was restrained by Zhou Yang and he couldn't move it. But when Zhou Yang wasn't paying attention, he took out a fruit knife with his right hand and stabbed Zhou Yang's stomach accurately.
Zhou Yang quickly stepped back, which gave the thief some space. He seized the opportunity, picked up the emergency hammer on the bus and broke the window in one go.
The bus driver did not expect such an accident to happen. He was so anxious that he was sweating. He stopped the bus steadily, but didn't know whether to open the door.
Seeing that the thief wanted to escape, Zhou Yang stepped forward and tried to subdue him again.
The thief was a ruthless character. He was worried that he would not have a chance to make this good-for-nothing pretty boy suffer, so he stabbed Zhou Yang again with a fruit knife in hand.
This time, Zhou Yang was well prepared. He dodged nimbly and used his elbow to strike the man's wrist, sending the fruit knife crashing down. Zhou Yang's mental fortitude was so strong that he didn't even look at where the knife was going to land. His movements became increasingly steady and accurate, and he subdued the thief in just over ten seconds.
"Fuck your mother, I won't let you go. Even if I go to jail, I will be out soon, just wait for me!" The thief cursed.
"Here, stuff his mouth." The man who had just been asked to call the police handed him a piece of toilet paper. "Dude, you're amazing! This is Taekwondo, right? Where did you learn that? I want to sign up for a class too!"
"Have you called the police?" Zhou Yang asked.
"Yes, of course I did!" The boy was still very excited. "It was so exciting. I was stunned just now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of sirens and the police had arrived.
In addition to the thief, Zhou Yang, as a brave man, and the little girl, as a victim, also had to go to the police station to give statements.
Unexpectedly, in just two days, he was taken to the police station twice. With such luck, he could buy a lottery ticket.
Now there was no way he could go to the first company for an interview, so Zhou Yang had to make a phone call to apologize.
Zhou Yang was sitting in the passenger seat and felt that everyone's eyes were glued to him all the way.
Sitting behind him was a little girl in a blue dress. Even after arriving at the police station, that gaze was still following him until they were separated into interrogation rooms, where it disappeared.
After completing their statements, the two of them bumped into each other at the door. The girl in the blue dress spoke first, her tone somewhat tentative: "Are you... Zhou Yang?"
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