Qin Guan could only feel an unavoidable sense of guilt surrounding him. Scratching his head helplessly, he saw Mou Xiaoliu standing by the bushes.
He subconsciously thought that he had found his savior, so he walked toward Mou Xiaoliu with joy on his face.
Behind the trees, Mou Xiaoliu's face was also covered in tears. Unlike Huang Jiajia's wantonly wailing, Mou Xiaoliu's tears fell silently, catching everyone off guard.
Why are they all crying? He didn't even know where to put his hands. Buttoning his pants pocket, he asked Mou in the most gentle tone he had ever used in his life, "I have to go. Could you take care of Huang Jiajia for me?"
Mou Xiaoliu just silently looked at the handsome boy in front of her. She closed her eyes to stop her tears from falling and nodded slightly.
Qin Guan was relieved. He ran away as fast as he could, as if he was being chased by a dog. If I don't run, I'll be drowned in women's tears.
Why is Mou crying for no reason? That's weird.
Mou Xiaoliu and Huang Jiajia looked at each other speechlessly.
"You're giving up?"
Huang Jiajia wiped away the tears on her face with her arm. She said harshly, half in anger and half in love, "In your dreams! If he refuses me now, I'll make him regret it! "
The setting sun had no choice but to leave the last ray of sunshine for the two girls who were warming each other. When the night fell, the sun that belonged to them would always rise.
Qin Guan returned to his dormitory and spent the whole night in bed. He picked up Cong Nianwei's phone and hung it up again. He didn't know who he should talk to.
With my girlfriend? What? Would people think that it was because he was releasing hormones everywhere, causing this result?
Will I talk to my roommates? I'm sure they'll think I'm showing off. My best friends in high school? Those two nerds don't even dare talk to women.
He's too handsome to have any friends.
No matter how handsome a man was, he still had to eat. Now that he was free, he had to speed up his career. He was going to start a business.
No! He was not a salesman or a peddler. He was a qualified professional now. He wanted a formal job, even if it was a part-time job without pay.
Qin Guan's imagination was beautiful, but the reality was cruel. In 2000, 61 Job and China Talent Network had just been promoted on the internet and did not have as rich resources as the future.
The database of full-time positions was not rich, let alone part-time positions. Qin Guan had to weed out the swindlers and companies in the army of complicated information.
After two consecutive days of non-stop interviews, 80% of the companies that recruited part-timers were very unreliable. They either needed to pay a deposit or an intermediary fee.
Qin Guan finally gave up on finding a job through the Internet. As for the Top Five Accounting Team, the other four senior accountants from state-owned enterprises had also refused, because they had different professions.
They didn't want part-time jobs at all, and he didn't even have a graduation certificate.
The only other option was to wait for a recommendation from an acquaintance. As an adult who had lived two lives, Qin Guan decided that he would solve the problem by himself. If he failed, he would just have to find a job.
That autumn, Qin Guan put on a white shirt, black trousers and a leather bag. He was in his most formal attire for his interview season.
If there were any benefits to doing this, well, I can responsibly tell everyone that it's great to experience the feeling of being a graduate in advance. That sour and refreshing feeling is really great.
The Lama Temple Talent Market and the National Exhibition Talent Recruitment Fair were packed with people. Everywhere, there were helpless heads squeezed together. In each cubicle of a recruitment company, the person sitting in front of the interview table was the first hurdle on the road of one's career.
Qin Guan resisted the pressure and squeezed back and forth in the recruitment fair, but none of the companies needed a part-time job. Qin Guan, who had not graduated, could only interview for jobs as a cleaner or a security guard.
He was not even qualified to be a security guard. He needed a technical secondary school education. Additionally, he had to have experience in the security industry or be a soldier.
It seemed that the way to the recruitment fair was blocked. Didn't they say that he would speak with his strength? Without a degree, how could you climb in and use a weapon as a brick to smash the glass of a company?
The only way out for Qin Guan was to sweep the building.
As the name suggested, sweeping the building was a self-deprecating term used by insurance professionals and salespeople.
They would do everything they could to sneak into the office building with the highest security. They would not let go of any floor. They would break through the front desk of each company and find a way to meet the person in charge of each company. At the very least, they had to meet a small supervisor to achieve their goal of selling their products.
Qin Guan was going to play such a role. However, he was not selling products, but himself.
First of all, the strict security at the entrance was like a piece of paper to someone like Qin Guan.
The most handsome visitor in the world was the Motorola Building of the World Trade Center.
Before the security guard could register, Qin Guan pointed to the front desk and said, "I'm looking for my sister."
The first checkpoint was the security guard. He made a gesture of "please" to Qin Guan.
The second checkpoint was the front desk.
Qin Guan walked to the front desk as if nothing had happened. The girls behind the desk looked at him with amorous eyes. One of them thought Qin Guan looked familiar. Recalling the latest issue of ELLE magazine, she recognized him.
The little girl was a little excited. She stood up from behind the stage. Qin Guan walked up to the reception desk and leaned against it, chatting with the two girls behind the desk as if they were familiar with each other.
"Hey, pretty girls, let me see …" Qin Guan glanced at the floor chart behind the receptionist and said casually, "Which elevator do I need to take to get to the technical department on the sixth floor?"
The two girls were fascinated by Qin Guan's smile. They pointed to the elevator on the left and reminded him, "The passenger elevator is over there."
The second checkpoint was passed safely.
When Qin Guan got in the elevator, the two girls at the front desk guessed, "I should ask him for an autograph. It would be best if I could take a picture with him. That way, I can show it off when I have dinner with my friends on the weekend. "
"Yeah, me too. Maybe I should post the photo on Dog Pong and let those hipsters at Haijiao see who was the first to get their idol's photo."
"By the way, it's no wonder that the people of Haijiao praise him so highly. This is the first time I've seen someone who is prettier in person than in photos. Those netizens' crude photos are an insult to his beauty."
"What's his real name though? I know he's playing Zhang Changzong. "
"… I don't know either, I've only seen his magazines and advertisements …" The awkwardness was acting up, right?
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