On July 9th, early in the morning, Song Ci carefully selected and prepared for today's interview in the cloakroom.
Abandoning those fashionable and sexy dresses, Song Ci finally found herself a pure white silk shirt and a fog blue mid-length skirt with hip wrap. She changed her clothes, tied up her curly hair, put on high heels, and took the subway to go out.
Wangdongcheng is the most prosperous metropolis in China, with a large population, driving on the street is not as good as walking. Because she was in a hurry, Song Ci took the subway. After all, she was also a fashion blogger with more than two million fans, and she didn't want to be recognized, so Song Ci put on a mask.
Affected by the virus some time ago, it is no surprise to meet people wearing masks on the street.
Song Ci arrived at the interview location fifteen minutes early.
Zeus Airlines, 9th floor.
Today's 9th floor is a bit lively, and there are quite a lot of interviewees, all men. Among them, there are young college graduates, experienced captains, and retired air force.
Hearing the sound of high heels, the group of elders turned their heads and saw Song Ci with a hot figure, their eyes lit up.
These interviewers all regarded Song Ci as an employee of the administrative department of Zeus Airlines.
When Song Ci took off the mask on his face, revealing his beautiful cheeks, and smiled politely at them, the group of elders felt even more amazed.
Where did this fairy come from
However, when Song Ci calmly walked to the waiting chair beside them and sat down, took out the personal resume in the bag, and put on a gesture of waiting for someone to call for an interview, the faces of these men finally showed surprise. color.
A young man who looked only in his mid-twenties, with poor concentration, was the first to strike up a conversation with Song Ci: "Beauty, are you also here to interview pilots?"
Song Ci nodded.
The young man said again: "My name is Du Zitao. I graduated from the 18th Fengchuan Flying Academy. How about you, beauty?"
Everyone pricked up their ears and heard Song Ci say: "Civil Aviation University, graduate of the 20th class, Song Ci."
Hearing this, Du Zitao exclaimed in surprise: "You are Song Ci from Civil Aviation! The most beautiful school belle!"
Song Ci's name is known to all college students in the domestic aviation academy. There is no other reason, but because Song Ci from Civil Aviation can always crush female students from major institutions of higher learning across the country and occupy the throne of the most beautiful school belle every year when she is running for the school belle.
Even if they hadn't worshiped Song Ci's true face with their own eyes, they had heard of Song Ci's name. Besides, Song Ci belongs to civil aviation and will be a person who will fly airplanes in the future, so they pay more attention to Song Ci.
Being recognized, Song Porcelain felt embarrassed.
Du Zitao took out his mobile phone on the spot, smiled blindly at Song Ci, and said flatteringly, "Beauty Song, would you mind adding a WeChat?"
Song Ci winked at this dear friend, and declined with a smile: "Adding WeChat will be waived. When I interview later, everyone, please be merciful and leave me a way out. The little girl is very grateful."
Hearing this, Du Zitao, who just wanted to be friends with her on WeChat, immediately returned to his seat with his phone in hand, and sat upright.
Beauty is precious, work is more important.
Song Ci sneered in her heart: Heh! man.
Soon, the interview begins.
One after another was called in, and they only stayed in for a few minutes before they came out. Song Ci noticed that when they came out, almost everyone pursed their mouths and frowned, and the tangled and struggling appearance made Song Ci a little puzzled.
What's going on, is the interview question too tricky
After waiting for less than twenty minutes, it was Song Ci's turn.
Song Ci walked in calmly with her head held high and her chest held high, with the idea of going home and becoming an internet celebrity if she didn't succeed in the interview.
Pushing the door open, Song Ci quickly glanced at the interviewer in the room. There are five interviewers, three women and two men.
After Song Ci sat down, she was neither impetuous nor guilty. She raised her head, her eyes were as calm as water, and she looked at the interviewers seriously from left to right.
On the far left is a woman in her early forties, wearing a light blue suit, with her hair tied up and light makeup, looking rigid but not mean.
The second person from the left is a woman in her early thirties. Her appearance is plain, but her confident gaze gives people the feeling that this woman can take on important responsibilities. The third person is a man, he should be the main interviewer, his expression is kind.
But the smiling tiger can't be messed with.
On the other side of the man, sat a beautiful woman of the imperial sister's style. The beauty crossed her arms and looked at Song Ci with great interest, probably recognizing her already.
Looking to the right again, Song Ci was stunned.
The man on the far right is just sitting, but also has a straight body, his head is much higher than the others. It is not difficult to imagine how proud his height is when he stands up.
Under the black short hair, his gray-blue eyes are like Lake Baikal, deep and clear. The man stared at Song Ci quietly, without surprise, joy, contempt or discrimination in his eyes.
How should I put it, Song Ci had the feeling that he was looking at herself as if he were looking at an ordinary stone.
Song Ci quickly lowered her eyes, the pure land in her heart was torn apart.
It's him!
The man who appeared briefly in her life, but left a deep memory in her memory!
Song Ci raised her head again, staring at the table in front of the man. On the table, there was a black thermos cup and an identity card—
Han Zhan.
Even the name was exactly the same as the name in the dream, and Song Ci's breathing suddenly became heavy.
The introduction on Han Zhan's identity card was too concise, with only one name, and no job information was even marked. There is a saying that is correct, the fewer words in the report, the more serious the situation is, and the more concise the identity introduction, the more mysterious the identity of the person is.
Seeing that the beautiful interview lady was staring at Han Zhan intently, the other four felt a little amused.
The man in the middle put his fist in front of his mouth and coughed lightly.
This cough can be regarded as waking up Song Ci.
Song Ci hurriedly raised her head, smiled at the interviewer, and sincerely apologized: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper. I have flown on Zeus Airlines several times, and I didn't expect that your company's employees are as beautiful and excellent as your service level , so satisfying that you can’t fault it.”
Five people:""
I don't know if it was an illusion, but after hearing this, the other four looked at the man on the far right.
Han Zhan looked at Song Ci calmly, but there was a sentence in his heart——
Sweet talk, frivolous and unreliable!
Bei Zhan was good at observing words and expressions. He saw that Han Zhan was not satisfied with Song Ci's first impression, and thought that this might be brushed against him again.
However, Bei Zhan himself is somewhat interested in Song Ci.
You know, among the interviewees who came today, there is only such a flower, and it is still a graceful and luxurious peony. Bei Zhan knows about Song Ci, the number one lady, she is unparalleled in beauty, who doesn't know Wang Dongcheng
Bei Zhan himself is also a small fan of Song Ciyan's dog army.
Furthermore, Mr. Han is 32 years old this year and has always been a single dog. It is better to get along with girls more. Isn't recruiting an intern female pilot the best opportunity
(end of this chapter)