Short Story: The Unbearable Lightness of Being

President?Although I don't know why it is called such a strange title, I understand that this will be the title of my future employer.

"Why didn't the president come to see me yesterday?"

"Because he wasn't here yesterday, and besides, he looked for you yesterday, but you have already left." Xia Lan dropped these words and left.

I felt bad for a while, although this is the habit I stayed in school, but I also left after finishing all the work, but on the first day, I left the impression of leaving early to my immediate boss. depressed.

I thought about it carefully, and they all said that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and the big deal is changing jobs.

I knocked twice on the door of the president's office.

"Come in, the door is unlocked." The voice was ordinary, and I couldn't tell the age, but I should ponder the emotion behind the calm voice.

I obediently pushed the door open and went in. Right across the door, I saw the president looking at me, and the pen in my hand stopped above the paper because of my arrival.

The chairman gave me the impression that he was five years older than me, unexpectedly young. At this age, he is proud enough to be able to establish a tobacco company based in Shanghai City, and his calm and sharp gaze is enough to show his strength. Success is no accident.Under his gaze, I couldn't even speak.

"You were familiar with the working environment yesterday, right?" He looked away, put it on the paper again, and wrote something.

I frowned, and replied with a cold attitude: "Yeah."

"Is work okay?"

"Ah."

"Can you get along with your colleagues?"

"Ah."

"I'm 30 years old."

"Huh?" I raised my head in astonishment, only three years older than me?My eyes moved from my feet to his face, and I realized that he was looking at me again.

"Do you know why I'm so young? Because I know what to say and what to say." The bull's head and ponytail's answer answered my heart.

"Yeah." I still remained the same to deal with all kinds of changes, but my eyes were fixed on his hand. The pen was spinning in his fat hand like an acrobatic. It was completely different from his expression and looked very cute. .

He smiled and shook his head, smiling very approachable, fat people can laugh very kindly, and I can too, but in this tense atmosphere for me, it is really a relief.

He continued to ask, but changed the subject: "I have seen your file, were you a university teacher before?"

"Ah."

"Marxist Philosophy?"

"Ah."

"A university teacher who studies Marxist philosophy comes to work with me, a capitalist?" He looked at me playfully, with a slight mockery in his tone.

"Because I want to live." He managed to dig out the biggest problem I had been struggling with this week, and in such a tone, my goodwill for him disappeared in an instant, so I moved out to convince me. own reasons.

He didn't seem to mind, and continued: "Smart thought, I can guarantee your life."

I stared at him and paused, "I've always been a Marxist, so even if I try to shit every day, it's still going to be in my stomach the next day, and it's the same here." Anger can be substituted All emotions are normal.

This time it was his turn to be astonished, he didn't expect me to use such a vulgar metaphor, he touched his nose: "Okay, okay, I didn't let you down, did I?" There was a trace of apology in his tone.

I said calmly: "No."

He scratched his hair: "Well, since you are a Marxist, are you a gnostic?"

"Ah."

"Then can you completely understand other people's thinking?"

I was at a loss for words, I didn't expect him to understand philosophy, and I really couldn't turn around this corner for a while. It hit me in my best field, and I felt like I was slapped hard.But I also suddenly understood one thing, he is the kind of person who will ask questions and make you fall into the trap.

He stood up with a victorious smile, and I noticed that he was wearing a khaki trench coat with a light-colored sweater inside and a dark-colored tie. He can match clothes, at least better than me who can only wear suits, and I also found that he is a competitive person.

When I was still thinking hard, he had already walked in front of me and patted my shoulder: "Do it well." He is half a head taller than me, so it is normal for me to be big