Chapter 17 Registration

At half past eight in the morning, Chang Wen came to the downstairs of the Xuguang Building, which is located at the golden foot of the city center, and looked up, the 68-story high-rise building reached into the sky, which was the nest of the Xu Group. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Standing at the feet of the giant, Chang Wen, who was not tall in the first place, looked even more insignificant, Chang Wen couldn't help but sigh for a long time, "The power of this capitalist is not ordinary, even this building that can't speak is aggressive and upright." ā€

"Isn't it very similar to their exploitative boss Xu Jun?" Someone next to him stopped, looking up and sighing in a daze like her, it seems that he also hates the capital family.

There are actually people who have the same hatred for the enemy, this Xu Jun is really not a good bird, Chang Wen's small heart is suddenly surging, and the angry waves are churning, "That person is a veritable vampire, and this building is the best proof of this." ā€

"He must be a vampire from Europe. "That person is simply a roundworm in her belly, she understands everything.

Chang Wen was a little overexcited, and his voice changed, "Hey, what you said makes a lot of sense, but why do you want to say that he is a vampire from Europe?"

"Because only Europe has vampires. His voice was low and magnetic, so how could he have the illusion of dƩjƠ vu?

Chang Wen had raised her head for more than ten minutes, which was seriously beyond her limit, and she wanted to hang her head, but this neck was like a dead log, and she didn't listen to her call at all. She winced her eyebrows and screamed with a groaning expression.

The man looked at her scratching her head, with an indifferent face, and turned to her in an unhurried rhythm, looking down at the little girl on her chest, "How are you?

The powerful aura struck, Chang Min opened his eyes suddenly, his expression froze, and the soreness in his neck was forgotten, "President, president, why are you here?"

"What do you say, why am I here?" Xu Jun's face was like the Sahara Desert that had just been swept by sand and dust, flat and without content.

Chang Wen stiffened his neck and put on an extremely exaggerated smile, "President, the president should be here, you love the factory like home, treat the workers as life, you lie in the office every minute for their welfare, and the workers are blessed to have a leader like you." ā€

He smiled, smirking wickedly, "I'm not that dedicated, wasn't I with you just now?

"......" is speechless and defiescent.

His gaze was scorching brighter than the sun in the sky, but his voice was as deep as a meteor that had fallen to the ground, "Can you explain the vampire?"

"Total, president, some people don't know Taishan, don't be like their little people, don't be angry. Seeing that the president looked uncertain, Chang Wen could only be busy laughing and compensating.

"Oh, it's a villain, I won't bother with a villain. Xu Jun chewed the words, and deliberately pronounced the word villain very tastefully, as if this was the point.

The president seemed to be discouraged, Chang Wen relaxed a little in his heart, and said in his heart, the villain is the villain, and he can't help but bow his head in front of the evil forces.

Her neck hurt even more, and she couldn't care about Xu Jun in front of her, her nose and eyes wrinkled in one place, and she sighed again.

He couldn't help but admit that her cry was really seductive, but it was a crowded street, and he couldn't have made a move on her, "Does it hurt? Remember, don't chew the root of your tongue in the future." ā€

Xu Jun threw down the cold words and walked away, the tenderness and sweetness of the morning were gone, he took two steps, and looked back at Chang Wen, who was almost half-crippled, and said with a smile, "The interview at eight forty-five is still five minutes away, I don't like others to be late." ā€

No matter how you look at his smile, there is a sense of schadenfreude in his smile, Chang Wen is so angry that the roots of his teeth itch, but he has to knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, who made him the president, alas! This weak man is inferior wherever he goes, and life is difficult!

Three minutes later, under the conquest of Chang Wen's force, her neck was successfully twisted, she tentatively moved a few steps, the soles of her feet seemed to be crawling with ants, sore, swelling and numb, the taste was really uncomfortable, you know.

There are still two minutes left, and every second counts, and we can't lose at the starting line.

Ignoring the protest of her feet, Chang Wen took a stiff step and ran towards the building at a speed comparable to Liu Xiang's.

Chang Wen thought hard before remembering that the interview was on the sixty-seventh floor, and he couldn't help but figure it out for a while, it's just an interview, and he has to climb so high, isn't this a deliberate toss?

Dissatisfaction is a very personal matter, and interviews are a public matter, so her voice does not speak for everyone. So, she had to keep working hard and try to climb the stairs.

In front of the elevator, it was already overcrowded, all of them were neatly dressed, their hair was meticulously cut, and the smile on their faces was restrained, and the depth was moderate. It can be seen that the etiquette of large companies has strict regulations, and if you want to mix here, there is still a lot to learn, and Chang Min's already restless heart is even more apprehensive, fluctuating and turbulent, alas! This hard time has just begun, and you must be optimistic. The so-called happiness in suffering is probably necessary.

Well, the more adversity there is, the more positive we must be, and peace of mind is the first.

Chang Wen was so anxious that she took out her fashionable mobile phone again and again, which made the eyes of others red, look at her and then look at the phone, strange eyes roamed between her face and the mobile phone, with an unbelievable look. Chang Wen was in a hurry, and she didn't pay attention to the special gaze of others at all, she straightened her face and waited for the elevator.

The elevator seems to be deliberately against her, stop and go, stop and go, it was originally straight up and down, but it is slower than a snail, I really don't understand, such a high-end building is equipped with such a poor quality elevator, it is simply detrimental to the face, affecting the efficiency.

Chang Wen's eyes stared at the elevator door, those two blazing eyes were like two laser lines, if it weren't for the thick human wall in front of her, I was afraid that the alloy elevator door would have been burned by her.

The elevator door opened belatedly, and it was crowded with men and women like sardines, thin and short, fat and tall, handsome and ugly, and walked straight out one by one.

The people outside the elevator couldn't wait to pour into the elevator, and the small elevator space was instantly full, and Chang Wen didn't even have time to react, he was already pushed and pushed into the elevator by the anxious people behind.

Chang Wen felt a little grateful in her heart, grateful to the brother and sister behind her for sending her into the elevator, otherwise, she was so stupid, I am afraid that she might not be able to squeeze in even if it was dark.

The elevator was filled with the smell of perfume with various aromas, and the chemical smell added up was really pungent, very pungent, and made people's nose congested.

In Chang Wen's thousand calls, the elevator finally opened its arms mercifully.

The image of the seniors out of the elevator has obviously improved, the men and women are polite, modest and polite, and occasionally look at the outside of the elevator, and smile gracefully to show friendship.

On the fifty-seventh floor after a long absence, I finally came up, and Chang Wen looked around, and the heroic mood like landing on the moon came spontaneously.

The floor beneath his feet is smooth and clear, the high-heeled shoes of the beautiful ladies click on them, the sound is as wonderful as the piano played in a drama theater, and on the walls are large company posters, in which the protagonist is naturally ...... The president she knows all about.

The president in the photo was flattering her with affection, but somehow, she was in a trance and walked over unconsciously.

"For interviews, please come to Office Ten. The crisp female voice woke her fugue with a shout, and her brain was excited, and she was awake in an instant, alas!

Self-control is too poor!