Waiting is always the most torturous experience. Whether you are waiting for the arrival of a lady or waiting for an interview, in fact, the mood is almost the same. I am afraid that if you light a big sword, you will end up with a super fat black iron epee; I prepared a bunch of words to sell myself, but in the end I dismissed them because of the sentence "You are too ugly".
Especially when the number of people in the waiting room increased to nearly 50 people, the tense atmosphere became even more intense.
As soon as 7:59 arrived, the unattainable girl with short red hair walked into the waiting room and took people one by one to the president's office for interviews.
Everyone was praying that the guy in front was unlucky enough to be eliminated. If the curse worked, the first person to leave would have bled to death on the spot.
Fortunately, the progress of the interview seems to be fast, because the red-haired girl took people out but came in again after just 2 minutes, and took interviewer No. 2 to leave. No. 2 said dejectedly, "The dude in front is too weak, it will be done in less than three minutes, watch me turn the tide, friends in the back, you can all leave."
Sure enough, the arrogant No. 2 lasted longer than No. 1, and the red-haired girl came in again after 3 minutes and took No. 3 in. Everyone changed from praying that the people in front of them would die quickly to praying that they could last longer, because those guys who were interviewed were basically like virgins, and they delivered the goods after three slaps, and they were even more funny And turn around and ask the other party, "Are you happy?"
Among the interviewees who were eliminated were many elites from various countries, and the diplomas in their hands made Shen Ming's Harvard diploma as ordinary as cabbage. Few of them cared about that little salary anymore, almost all of them were fans of Pinfan, they just wanted a chance to serve her, which was of inestimable value to their career and future.
Shen Ming held the sign number 32 while drinking coffee and waited until 10 o'clock, the red-haired girl called Shen Ming's number with the file in her pocket, "No. 32, come with me."
Neither humble nor overbearing, calm and calm, Shen Ming gracefully put down the coffee cup in his hand, got up and followed, whether he was a secretary or a cleaner was a matter of choice.
Following the red-haired girl, Shen Ming crossed the office area on the first floor of Weta Mi. All kinds of tall and beautiful supermodels are as common here as ordinary passers-by. . Here, everything that is ugly is rejected, whether it is the employees who work here, or their clothes, or their behavior, or even the interior decoration, a little decoration on the table, the ugly must get out of this place. building.
Shen Ming doesn't know whether his appearance is worthy of staying here. Looking at Pinfan's strict requirements, if he rejects himself because of his smell, it is very likely that even the backup plan of being a cleaner here is a fantasy.
After walking into the elevator, the red-haired girl turned her back to Shen Ming and reminded, "Remember not to look up and down when you see the Queen, and don't look at her eyes and body when talking."
"Then look?" Shen Ming smiled wryly.
"Think for yourself." The red-haired girl looked back and gave Shen Ming a contemptuous glance, "And remember, you can't call her Queen now, you have to call her Ms. Pin. Also, don't touch the Queen's things, and don't sit on any Red sofa, don’t walk on tiptoes, and speak politely. The most important point is that you have to answer whatever the Queen asks you, even if it is a sharp question, and you can never ask her any questions. ask me."
"I have a problem!" Shen Ming raised his hand like a primary school student.
"Go ahead." The red-haired girl frowned.
"What's your name?" He asked with a mysterious smile.
Seeing this persevering Shen Ming, the red-haired girl developed a strange liking, at least a little more interesting than those interviewers who obeyed her orders, "My name is Jasmine."
"Hello, my name is Shen Ming." Shen Ming reached out his hand aggressively.
"I know who you are!" Jasmine said in surprise when she saw the outstretched dog's paw.
"Although I know it, I didn't introduce myself. It's impolite. After all, we will work together in the future, and I also want to make a good impression on the other party." Shen Ming insisted on shaking hands.
"Strange guy, let's see how long you can last..." Jasmine shook Shen Ming's hand for some reason.
At this time, the elevator came to the top floor, and Jasmine brought Shen Ming to the main offices. There were two white desks on the left and one right in front of the door, one with Jasmine's nameplate on it, and the other was empty. It is also a seat that a group of people are fighting for.
Jasmine straightened her clothes, gently knocked on the door to ask for instructions, and then opened the door to bring Shen Ming in.
"My.Queen, interviewer No. 32 is here." So concise that she didn't even introduce her name, Jasmine turned her head and left the office after speaking, closing the door with her backhand from the outside.
Shen Ming looked around curiously, everything here is not extremely luxurious, but everything is extremely beautiful, and every piece of decoration fills up the space appropriately, from as big as a hidden built-in bookshelf to as small as an office space. Each of the pens in the pen holder on the table echoes each other, forming a whole space.
However, this 300-square-meter office belongs to only one woman—Pin Fan. She is running on a huge treadmill, wearing a tight-fitting rhythmic suit with a black background and red borders, and her short brown hair that reaches the ears has been soaked from running. Straight bangs drip onto the running belt at the tips.
Pinfan, who is nearly 40 years old, can't see the erosion caused by the years at all. Her skin is as fragile as a girl who is used to exercising, and her sharp almond eyes are full of vigor that is rarely seen in women, especially the 32F Her figure, under the wrap of the tight-fitting rhythmic suit, is uneven, which can be called perfect.
Although Jasmine had already warned, Shen Ming still couldn't help but looked up and down, but fortunately he looked fast enough, and Pin Fan didn't notice.
"I've read your resume. You are a journalism major and have work experience in the New York Times. Why do you want to join Weta's? Our fashion is incompatible with what you have learned." Pinfan glanced at Shen while running. With a quick glance, she immediately asked questions like a cannonball. The running breath was not at all confused at such a fast speaking speed, which showed that she was really an expert in sports.
"Actually, I don't like selling underwear, and I don't understand fashion at all, but I know that in today's media circles, no one dares to question Ms. Pin's vision. If I can work for you for a year and then get a personal recommendation letter, I There will be earth-shaking changes in the future." Shen Ming's confession was shameless to the extreme, but Pin Fan couldn't help but look at Shen Ming more.
After 5 minutes of silence, Pinfan ended his long-distance running, got off the treadmill, picked up a red towel and wiped the sweat from his face, saying, "I like your confession, Humans are greedy animals, and using each other is the only way to survive. However, everything in the world should follow the law of conservation of mass. You want my personal recommendation letter. I’m sorry, but my assistant has 80 if it’s not 100. No one is qualified to ask me to write for them."
"Don't worry, I will be worthy of your pen." Shen Ming smiled shyly, with self-confidence naturally born.
"Tell me about your little sister. Is it hard to take care of the child alone?" Although Pin Fan asked very casually, it was obvious that she was really interested in the life experience that the mouse helped Shen Ming arrange.
"My own sister, it's hard to talk about, it's just that the child grows up day by day and has more ideas, so it's just a bit helpless to communicate now." Shen Ming sighed with a wry smile.
"Really? Tell me." Pinfan sat on a red sofa while drinking water.
"I thought that my younger sister would study hard in China. She went to a key high school. After a year in a prestigious university, I would take her to study abroad. But for some reason, she has recently become obsessed with BILIBILI and listens to it every day. Some messy ghost music, and I have been arguing that I don’t want to study, and I want to go to Beipiao to be a cos model and play music. A girl, won’t this be useless?” When Shen Ming said this, Wan’er went crazy in China. Sneezing, I thought I had allergic rhinitis, "We often quarreled on long-distance calls about this matter, and we broke up every time. I really don't know what is going on in the minds of children nowadays?"
"Have you ever hit her?" Pinfan couldn't help but think of his brother who ran away.
"No, we can't do it. Our parents passed away when we were very young, and our father's inheritance was embezzled by relatives. We lived under the fence. We didn't live comfortably until I was 16 years old and able to make money. I picked him up from a relative's house and lived together. The past was too sad, and I owed my little sister too much, so I really couldn't let it go." Shen Ming acted 70% sincerely, and Pinfan said it thoughtfully.
"It's right not to fight. The elders always impose their own ideas on the children, but they don't think about what they want. The more miserable the children of the family, the more vulnerable they are. You can't force them to be like yourself. If you have to be strong, if you have to suffer, let your elder brother suffer, why make things difficult for them?" Pin Fan's words were for Shen Ming and himself.
Before she knew it, she and Shuo Shu had been separated for nearly 6 years. For this little brother, Pin Fan worked hard and suffered three lifetimes of suffering to bring him up. No two of them starved to death on the street, or were reduced to The woman in the dust is already thankful.
Thinking back, what are you doing fighting for those useless things? So lonely now, even if you struggle, you don't know who to fight for
"Ms. Pin is right, I'm also thinking about this issue, but the ghost music she likes... I really can't accept it." Shen Ming frowned, his expression was like eating something bad.
"We're done chatting about private affairs. Let's talk about business. Here's a test paper for you to do. I'll give you 15 minutes." Pin Fan took out a test paper in English and French and put it in Shen Ming's hands. It takes at least half an hour.
As far as Shen Ming hasn't complained at all, you must know that the interviewers in front of him didn't even have a chance to see the test paper.