Weather for Friday, August 22: Thundershowers
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Yi Fan introduced me to an interview with a clothing company called "Fengya" that has a history of nearly a century. It has gone through ups and downs and has an unshakable position in the industry. Inevitably, such a company has a profound cultural and historical accumulation, and there are hidden dangers caused by this - management awareness and production efficiency cannot keep up with the needs of the modern market. Therefore, in the past two years, senior executives have carried out almost completely reborn reforms of the company, transforming Fengya from an old person who was gradually forgotten in the industry to a leader in the fashion industry.
"Heroes emerge from troubled times, and talents are created through change. Today's job seekers always focus on well-known foreign companies, but look down on such established companies. In fact, such companies are eager to change their own history and culture and can provide more opportunities for people." Yi Whoever said this to me.
Now, I am sitting outside the conference room of this company that can provide me with opportunities, waiting for an interview.
"It's really like the green vegetables in the vegetable market. After being peeled, picked, and leaf-picked, they have to be sold at a cabbage price." A girl next to her complained softly.
As a job seeker, I gave her a smile of approval, but as a competitor, I despised this metaphor of lowering one's self-worth in my heart. I always felt that I should be able to sell for... pork price.
After a while, a secretary called my name and led me to the serious conference room.
I smiled, said hello, and took my seat among the critical eyes surrounding the oval conference table. Like all interviewers, these most experienced executives in the workplace combine the pickiness of shrewd housewives and the cunning of shameless vendors. The combination of the two creates their gentle and friendly smiles and sharp and severe eyes. It was like a group of butchers holding knives, looking at the piglets running around in the circle with satisfaction, but thinking in their hearts how to kill them and sell them at a good price in the autumn.
However, I am not the young and sophisticated rookie that I was back then. I know how to more tactfully avoid the traps of seemingly harmless questions and calmly give them more satisfactory answers. I saw real approval in the interviewer's eyes, and I habitually made a gesture to give a perfect summary of my speech.
I heard the faint sound of jade hitting the table.
Hotan, a century-old family heirloom jade bracelet...
Then, the money-obsessed and petty-minded Guan Xiaobei in my heart appeared unexpectedly. She took over the control of my body, took the jade bracelet in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully. She underestimated in a low voice: "Ah, it's so expensive. Don’t break it.”
"Miss Guan's bracelet is very expensive?" a voice asked.
Being rational, I immediately remembered that this was an interview and regretted my stupid mistake. Damn it, Yi Fan, why do you insist on me wearing this bracelet before going out!
The owner of the voice is a man who is sitting in the middle but has not spoken. He is about sixty years old, with a clear and serious face, and his shrewd eyes reveal many years of sophistication and wisdom in shopping malls, but the years have condensed this sharpness into a majestic and solemn look. Elegant temperament.
The invisible pressure was confusing, so I explained awkwardly: "Because it was given by someone else, I cherish it very much."
"Boyfriend?" He seemed to be thinking about something, and after a pause he said, "Then, Miss Guan, if you have such an excellent boyfriend, are you applying for this job to fill your boring and empty life, or are you a so-called woman?" Is it because of pride?"
I stared at him in surprise. This old man’s eyes were sharp and his words were mean. However, this obviously provocative question was not flattering no matter how I answered it. I could only bite the bullet and said: “I don’t think my personal relationship issues have anything to do with the interview. "
He ignored my protest: "As far as I know, for many girls from privileged families, work is just a pastime in their spare time. For them, work is more like a piece of clothing most of the time, and its entire function is just to show off to others. You can discard your taste at any time once it becomes outdated or you have no interest in it. Such employees are not even as valuable to the company as a machine."
His merciless attack made me very angry: "I never think that using work to reflect the value of one's life is a pastime, and I don't think that work is meaningless..."
The person next to him also felt that he had passed, and reminded him with a gentle cough: "Mr. Han, we usually don't ask such personal questions during interviews."
The old man ignored the pursuit and said: "Since we are talking about meaning, let's ask Miss Guan to tell us what this job means to you. Don't talk about contributing to society. A girl of your age shouts such a slogan. , It’s just meaningless rhetoric. As for the realization of personal value from a job, it is ultimately measured by money, but based on your current economic situation, it would be a bit hypocritical to use this salary to reflect the value of life.”
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His words may seem absurd, but they are irrefutable. Indeed, now I can have a prosperous life without working hard. So, why do I need a job? For a moment, I was a little confused myself.
"Maybe I want to learn something." After a while, I said softly.
I don't want to be the woman raised by Yi Fan. I want to catch up in his footsteps, hoping that one day I can face the changes in my career with him.
The person called Mr. Han wanted to say something more, but I didn't let him speak any more: "I'm sorry, a job that doesn't respect me is not what I need." After that, I got up and left.
It wasn't until I reached a deserted corner that I rubbed my neck, which was leaning forward and twitching, and angrily kicked over an unsightly trash can. Humph, I really don’t have a fortune teller when I go out. Today’s almanac probably says in red letters “Bring a bracelet to the interview—big bad luck.” If I had known better, I would have sewed a talisman in my underwear to prevent villains.
"Yi Fan, this job is gone." I told Yi Fan about the unbearable interview process, but his gentle smile came from the other side of the phone. I used to worry that he would use his connections to find a job for me, but now I feel that he has indeed done something to make me feel at ease as a housewife.
"I am an independent and confident career woman, you can't stop me from becoming independent!"
"If you really want to work, you can continue to come back and be my assistant. I have prepared desks and chairs for you in the office, pink girly series, and I can see your profile as soon as I look up - of course it is my favorite Angle… "
I interrupted his erotic fantasy without hesitation: "Yi Fan, you still don't know me very well. I'll get irritable if I haven't worked for too long. Once I get irritable, I can go back to my parents' house for three to five months." It’s a small thing…”
"Little thing?"
"You know, as a crappy university doctor, my mother may not be very good at treating illnesses and saving lives, but she knows too many ways that seem to save lives but are actually killing people. As her only daughter, I miss her. I will be happy to teach you."
After a long pause, Yi Fan's compromising voice came: "Tomorrow I will take you to the labor market in the south of the city. This season, young part-time nannies with hot bodies are in great demand."
But in fact, Yi Fan felt that there was no problem with this interview. I held his head and studied it for a long time, and concluded that it was waterlogged. The interview where both disliked each other can be successful, and Ultraman and the little monster can fall in love with each other.
Yi Fan just smiled mysteriously, held me in his arms, and said in my ear: "Xiao Bei, some things will always surprise people. Just like I never imagined that in some things... you would behave like this It’s good.”
I blushed and said awkwardly, "Well, it's mainly because of your good guidance, CEO."
"I will serve my wife till my death." Yi Fan said modestly.
Unexpectedly, a few days later, I actually received an offer from Fengya.
However, this piece of paper is full of a strong atmosphere of conspiracy.
I made a very leadership statement on this matter: "First of all, I was admitted without going through complicated re-examinations and was admitted based on a mutually satisfactory interview; secondly, my position was not the one I applied for previously. His legal affairs position is the assistant to the president; finally, his workplace is not in City F, but in City L, which is far away..."
Yi Fan looked at me and smiled: "Summarize accurate views, clear and concise words. You are becoming more and more like a boss lady. Next time the board of directors will let you speak on my behalf."
I glared at him. If Yi Fan has no unwritten rules, then I really don't believe that I got this job, but I can't imagine that the mean old man can be unwritten, let alone Yi Fan is willing to let me work in such a far away place.
Yi Fan was unusually supportive of me.
I started looking for signs of a short circuit in his head due to water intrusion: "My position is assistant to the president, are you not afraid that I will make the same mistake again?"
"That uncle?" Yi Fan smiled and shook his head, "Xiaobei, sometimes your taste really puts me to shame."
So I was put on the plane and quickly became the president of Fengya - the assistant to the mean old man during the interview.
The work in different companies is equally arduous. The old man is as serious as Yi Fan at work. The only difference is that he will not play pranks on me in his free time like Yi Fan. We are the purest Boss and employee, he never asked me about my personal problems from the standpoint of a superior or elder. The unprovoked conflict when we first met seemed to have never existed.
One afternoon half a month after my second assistant career started, I submitted a completed project plan to Mr. Han. He looked through the plan and suddenly asked: "Do you know what your previous boss said about you?"
I shook my head blankly. Indeed, my superiors at AC did not comment on my performance. It was probably because they made careful choices in the face of the delicate relationship between me and Yi Fan.
"Guan Xiaobei's vitality when she first entered the workplace, her tenacity in the face of pressure, and her first consideration of the company's interests when threatened. These are all valuable and excellent qualities that a company pursues and deserves to be cherished." Mr. Han read a The words on the piece of paper read, "This is the president of AC's evaluation of you."
Yi Fan... I was very touched when I learned about his evaluation of my work for the first time.
"I began to think that just because you are Yi Fan's girlfriend, he would write such a flashy comment to you."
Sure enough, he knew Yi Fan and knew our relationship well.
"However, after working together for a while, I found that although Yi Fan's evaluation is exaggerated, it seems to be credible."
In this case, he probably regarded it as a very high compliment.
"Thank you for your affirmation." I said softly.
He waved his hands impatiently: "Then let's talk about you and Yi Fan. You know, Yi Fan's financial status will make many outstanding girls flock to him. In the end, he only chose you, which surprised me. For you Said he was too good."
His words disgusted me: "You mean, I am too high?"
"Wouldn't this situation bother you and make you feel insecure? You know, women always try their best to catch a man who is much better than themselves, and then spend their whole life to keep this man. They keep Anxious and restless, you spend half your life suspecting that your husband is cheating, and spend more time catching cheaters. Rather than falling into this terrible cycle of rich women, it is better to believe that Yi Fan is just a whim for you, and even if you break up, it will not happen What a pity."
I wonder why he is always so mean when it comes to my relationship issues with Yi Fan. If he hadn't been old enough to be Yi Fan's father, I would have suspected that there was some deep hatred between them for seizing his wife and abandoning his son.
"It would be unrealistic to say that I don't care about Yi Fan's status and money at all, and you wouldn't believe it. But it is all of this that makes him the person I love. We trust each other, and I have great feelings for him. Confidence." I tried to end this unpleasant conversation, but he clearly wasn't going to let me go.
"I just want to ask, why are you so confident in yourself? You know, young and beautiful girls are actually the cheapest commodities in the rich club. Looks are fleeting and there are so many temptations. Keeping a man by your side is not An easy thing.”
Leave the man by your side
I suddenly started to laugh quietly. If there was a mirror, I think I could call this smile - mysterious.
Because his words reminded me of an incident that happened not long ago, Su named it "Yi Fan's suspected cheating incident."