Shanhai Folklore Research Institute

As a subordinate and out of awe of the natural suppression of blood, Gouwei dared not speak or ask, so he could only painstakingly write down Wu Ting's words verbatim, and put it into writing as much as possible.

"What about salary?"

Finally reached the last column, Gouwei heaved a sigh of relief, and then he suddenly thought of something and whispered a reminder: "Dean, the one in our research institute... belongs to the career department, and everyone's salary in the institute is allocated by the Special Management Office. The practice of..."

The implication is very clear, sir, you can't mess around!

Wu Ting couldn't help frowning when he heard the words, and his knuckles tapped on the table again and again, for a long while: "Then follow the usual practice."

"Row."

Gouwei agreed without hesitation, glanced at Wu Ting, who was still sitting in the armchair, and posted the recruitment notice on the Internet with a wink on the spot.

Dean Wu looked at the dense recruitment information on the webpage, and found his own one in a corner for a long time. The short link was like a drop of water in the vast ocean, weak and helpless, and the finger tapping on the desktop couldn't help but Two points more.

Those two points were like knocking on the back of Hookwei's head, so he made a crackling operation.

Half an hour later, Dean Wu looked again, satisfied, got up, went back to his room, and rested.

Lin Mian woke up very early the next day, lay in bed unable to sleep, and started to browse the recruitment website again. First, she checked the mailbox in the background, but she did not receive a single interview notice.

Lin Mian returned to the homepage, and was attracted by a bright red recruitment message.

Nothing else, the main reason is that it is too eye-catching, occupying the most conspicuous advertising space directly above the entire page.

"Shanhai Folklore Research Institute is looking for an assistant to the dean, and the treatment is excellent!" The big red headline was broadcast like a subtitle, with a feeling of earth tide and earth tide, so exaggerated that it was suffocating.

Lin Mian immediately had a great respect for the boss and HR of this company, and then moved away without the slightest hesitation.

how to say?He felt that the other party's company culture and aesthetics should be quite different from his own.

Inappropriate, really inappropriate.

Lin Mian rolled over and got out of bed. Lu Yichao was still sleeping after playing games all night last night. He quietly went out to buy breakfast.

The school cafeteria was closed during the summer vacation, and there were not many people in the canteen. Lin Mian bought a rice dumpling and stood beside the trash can to peel the shells.

"I heard that the hole in Dongba where the dishes were dug out has now become a check-in place for Internet celebrities, which has seriously affected the construction progress..." A few students whispered from behind.

"??? Can this become an Internet celebrity?"

"It seems that there are still people going to broadcast live to dig for antiques..."

"Did you dig it?"

"Of course not, but everyone thinks that they can get lucky overnight and get rich overnight, so there are still many people who go."

Lin Mian listened nonchalantly, and ate zongzi in small bites. He passed by the fruit shop and planned to buy a watermelon, but saw that the Alipay balance had changed from three digits to two digits.

He was silent for a moment, took out his mobile phone, and clicked on the message "Shanhai Folklore Research Institute is looking for an assistant to the president, and the salary is favorable!".

Lin Mian has read hundreds of job postings in the past few days, with styles ranging from serious to enthusiastic and lively, but this is the first time she has seen such fresh and refined ones.

He took a deep breath, tried his best to restrain his hand that was about to move, and with difficulty moved his eyes away from "short flaxen hair, with a small mole on the brow", and focused on the key salary.

"The salary of the internship period is [-] yuan after tax, including five insurances and one housing fund, board and lodging, and travel subsidies..."

Lin Mian sent her resume without hesitation, and then invested in several other new companies.

Ten minutes later, a message appeared in Lin Mian's mailbox, asking him to go to the Shanhai Folklore Research Institute for an interview at 10:01 p.m.

According to the address on the email, the research institute is quite far from Sichuan University. It takes one and a half hours to transfer by bus, and four to 10 minutes by subway, but the bus is ten yuan cheaper than the subway. Poor Xiaolin has no choice, and hastily had lunch Just set off.

The Shanhai Folklore Research Institute is located on Shanhai Road. This is an old street. The sycamore trees on both sides have grown for decades, with luxuriant branches and leaves covering the sky, and far away from the noisy main road, it looks very quiet.

Lin Mian walked all the way to the depths of the street, and gradually, even the cicadas on the trees seemed to be far away.

He slowed down unconsciously, and looked at the address on the email, No. 66, Shanhai Road. After confirming that it was correct, he continued forward, turned a corner, and saw a Chinese-style courtyard with a large area. A huge Taishan stone with irregular shape has the words "Mountain and Sea Folk Custom Research Institute" written on it.

Lin Mian breathed a sigh of relief, almost thinking that she met a liar...

The doorman is an old man in a Tai Chi suit, with a forehead as high as a birthday boy.

"Young man, are you interviewing?" Mr. Shou Xing asked.

"Yeah." Lin Mian took the visitor registration book from him and signed it.

"Several groups of people came here at noon..." Mr. Shou Xing put away his notebook and gave him a smiley look, "But I think you can be selected."

Lin Mian thought he said that to everyone, so she smiled without thinking.

The salary conditions written in the recruitment information were good. Lin Mian expected that there would be many interviewees from the beginning, but he never expected that there would be so many.

In the waiting area on the left side of the main hall of the institute, there were three rows of people sitting side by side, all of them were young fresh meats no older than 20 years old, all with flaxen hair and pupils.

When Lin Mian sat there, she could still smell the strong smell of hair dye on the brother next door, and she turned her head slightly to meet the big eyes of Kazilan who was wearing colored contact lenses on the other side.

The competition, sure enough... was fierce.

"Hey, look, another one has been eliminated!" The hair dye boy bumped Lin Mian with his elbow, "This is No. 40!"

"So many?" Lin Mian was a little surprised. He looked at his phone and it was only [-]:[-]. Before the interview started, forty people had already been eliminated?

"On average, one every half a minute. It's very fast. I don't know how they sort it out. I'm so nervous..." Before the little brother finished speaking, Lin Mian felt as if something had patted his instep hard. Subconsciously, he lowered his head and looked at the To a black and thick thing.

"What is this?" Lin Mian picked it up and squeezed it curiously.

"Damn it, this is someone's tail!" The little brother snatched the thing and muttered, "Oh, I'm so nervous..."

Lin Mian: ...You city people are so good at playing!

The waiting line shortened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon the hair dye boy was also called into the interview room, and he came out half a minute later also dejected.

"Brother, I wish you good luck!" The little brother patted Lin Mian's shoulder sincerely, then ran away crying, hugging his tail.

Gouwei touched the thinner and thinner resume paper under his hand, and then looked at his dean whose face was getting darker and darker.

Sad people!

"Lin Mian!"

He yelled weakly towards the door.

Lin Mian straightened his clothes and felt a little nervous, but his face looked very calm.

There are only two people in the interview room, one with a round face and nose upturned is the HR who just called him, and the other...

Hey, I've seen it too.

The one who told him to stay at the pan fried shop yesterday... Hey, it's over.

Lin Mian sat across from the two of them, staring at each other, with no fear on his face, his heart was ashamed, and he began to think that it would be better to submit a few resumes on the recruitment website after a while.

Gouwei also went to that shopping mall yesterday, but he didn’t meet Lin Mian, so he didn’t know him, and he didn’t know the conversation between him and Wu Ting. When he met him, he was taken aback. This seems to be a human being...

How could humans see the recruitment information he posted? ?

Just when he was shocked, Wu Ting beside him said, "Your name is Lin Mian?"

"Yes." Lin Mian raised her head from the sea of ​​resumes and answered with difficulty.

"Very good, can you come to work tomorrow?" Wu Ting leaned back in his chair and asked casually.

Lin Mian: ...that's it?

Hook Wei: ...that's it?

Dumbfounded.

"Is it possible?" Wu Ting asked again.

"Yes." Lin Mian recovered and said immediately.

"Okay, I see that you are a student of Sichuan University on your resume. Sichuan University is not too close to here. Do you want to move here? The institute provides dormitories."

Wu Ting looked into his eyes, the summer sun was flowing in the light-colored pupils, as if filling a whole river of stars.

The fact that work includes food and lodging is clearly stated in the recruitment notice, Lin Mian nodded: "I'll go back to school in the afternoon to clean up."

"Okay." Wu Ting's mouth hooked slightly, and he stood up, "Let's go."

"?" Lin Mian was puzzled.

"I'll take you there." Wu Ting took the lead to go out, Lin Mian hesitated, and trotted to follow.

Hook Wei: ...So what is my business for this recruitment?