Zhu Fugui carried the letter of introduction handed over to him by Song Zhichao, stood at the gate of the Caesar Song and Dance Hall, and turned back step by step, wanting to see if his cousin Song Zhichao was still there.

It's a pity that Song Zhichao has long lost his shadow.

At the door of the dance hall, Wang Yan, who was in charge of greeting guests, saw him, saw that he had a strange appearance, and did not dare to underestimate him, so he politely asked him what he did.

Zhu Fugui felt that he was a little stammering, so he said that he was here to apply.

Wang Yan said that there is no recruitment here for the time being.

Zhu Fugui was anxious, so he said that he was looking for Wu Bingkun, the manager of the personnel department.

Is it a relation?

Wang Yan looked at Zhu Fugui's distinctive appearance again, and had some new guesses, so she asked who introduced him?

Zhu Fugui blurted out: "My cousin!"

"Who is your cousin?" Wang Yan was a little confused.

Zhu Fugui said again: "Song Zhichao." ”

"Manager Song is your cousin?" Wang Yan was frightened and looked surprised.

Monk Zhu Fugui was confused, and he didn't understand when his cousin became the manager.

Wang Yan didn't dare to slack off anymore, you must know that although Song Zhichao has only been the general manager of the dance hall for two days, his prestige is resounding throughout the dance hall, not to mention Wang Yan, as long as he is a person who works in the dance hall, no one is unconvinced by him.

So, Wang Yan said very politely to let Zhu Fugui wait outside first, and then go in and report it himself.

Wang Yan went in to inform Wu Bingkun, and Zhu Fugui stood at the gate of the dance hall, sneakily sticking out his head and looking inside.

It can be said that he has never been to such a high-class place in his life. The most exclusive place before was the Longtai Hotel where I stayed with my cousin.

The more he looked at the surrounding environment, the more frightened Zhu Fugui became, it was even more magnificent and magnificent than the palace on TV, he usually didn't even dare to think about this kind of place, but now he had to find a job here.

Zhu Fugui didn't understand how his cousin Song Zhichao knew the people here, let alone why he brought himself to the neighborhood and left him alone.

It's terrible here, everything is foreign to him.

Zhu Fugui felt that he was trembling all over, his legs were trembling, he was afraid that when he met later, people would drive him out, and he was even more afraid of entering this big song and dance hall that was even more magnificent than the palace.

Fleeting ---

Wang Yan reported it and said to Zhu Fugui with a smile: "Our Manager Wu wants to see you first." ”

Zhu Fuguiqiang smiled and said in a nervous tone: "Does he want to see me?

"I'll take you there. Wang Yan smiled at him, thinking that this person looked very strong, but in fact he was very cute.

Seeing Wang Yan walking in front and leading the way, Zhu Fugui took a deep breath, pulled off his feet nailed to the ground, moved a step, and then looked at the luxurious decoration of the dance hall, and finally stepped in with courage.

……

Outside, not far away---

Song Zhichao held the briefcase, took a puff of cigarette gently, and squinted as his cousin Zhu Fugui walked into the Caesar Song and Dance Hall.

For him, this is the biggest test for Zhu Fugui.

If a person does not even have the courage to change his life and does not dare to take the first step, then he will not be saved.

Fortunately, although Zhu Fugui is timid, he still has courage, as for what he can train in the future, whether he can become his right-hand man in his grand cause, it depends on his luck and hard work.

Thinking of this, Song Zhichao took another puff of cigarette, and then he crushed the cigarette butt against the wall, flicked his fingers, and bounced into the trash can not far in front.

Not far away, the one in front of him was still waiting for him.

Song Zhichao didn't answer, walked over, got in the car, and then threw a cigarette to the master: "Go to the biggest talent market in Panyu!"

……

Song Zhichao remembers clearly that there was once a movie in which one of the lines was classic---

"What is the most important thing in the 21st century?"

For Song Zhichao, it is not enough to fight alone, and he must recruit some talents to help him.

So the first thing that came to his mind was the talent market.

In this era, going south to work has become an inevitable way out for many people.

According to the words of the common people, instead of watching the sky and farming at home, it is better to go out to work and make money.

As a result, migrant workers poured into all parts of southern Guangdong, and Panyu became a gathering place for countless migrant workers.

The way to find a job is generally very simple, that is, to entrust the villagers as a guarantee, and then directly enter the factory, and few people go to the "talent market" to find a job.

And the "talent market" in Panyu County is actually not opened for those low-educated and stupid wage earners.

The talent market here takes the "high-end" route, and generally speaking, the applicants who come here are some junior high school students, high school students, and even rare college students.

To be precise, in this era, college students are basically the pride of the sky, with a high gold content, and as long as they graduate, it is easy to find a job. Unlike the future, where college students walk all over the place, PhDs and masters are not as good as dogs. However, there are some exceptions, such as those who are ambitious and want to start a business, or are dissatisfied with the salary and want to find a new owner, they will come to this high-end talent market to give it a try.

At this moment, the huge talent market is very lively.

It turns out that today happens to be Friday, and the Talent Marketplace is hosting one of the biggest recruitment events every Friday.

Two old Chunlan ceiling fans squeaked on the roof, fanning the hot air weakly.

The entire recruitment hall was crowded with people, and there were no less than two or three hundred of them. The crowd is crowded with you squeezing me, I squeeze you, each other is drenched in sweat, filled with all kinds of strange sweat smells.

Even in hot weather, the candidates were dressed very solemnly, the men were basically shirts, trousers, and some even wore wide blazers, while most of the women wore long skirts, some wore short shirts, and long trousers.

These people are holding various documents and academic certificates in their arms, and they are fully prepared for this application.

Not far away, a young man is applying for a foreign trade manager, another girl is applying for a production director of an electronics factory, and an older middle-aged man is applying for a business manager.

However, none of this attracted Song Zhichao's attention, but a recruitment desk five or six meters away from him attracted him.

This is the recruitment office of a garment factory, and the position of sales director is recruited.

The recruitment poster is clearly written, requiring applicants to have a higher education, at least a college student, and must have rich sales experience, especially those who have worked overseas will be preferred.

At this time, the person who interviewed for this position was a greasy middle-aged man, wearing an unfashionable black and gray wool suit, not tall, with a fat head and big ears, and wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, giving people a feeling of simplicity and refinement.

When Song Zhichao saw him for the first time, he felt that this guy looked quite similar to the film director named "Wang Jing" in Hong Kong.