Qin Ming knew that one of the interviewers in Sanming was Xiao Hui, the editor in charge, that is, he liked Shi Mingyue, and he liked it to the core.

In this way, there is almost a half-percent chance that a familiar name and excellent face can be signed.

The result of the interview was: although the woman named Mo Mei did not have anything particularly outstanding, she was the president of the student union during her college years, and she dealt with documentation and typesetting problems at that time, so she was reluctantly signed by the Beijing Daily.

Qin Ming had a feeling that he wanted to hit the wall, he sat here for a total of about two hours, and he was slapped in the face about four times.

And it was a slap in the face, not a slap in the face, a slap in the face that took the initiative to stick it, Qin Ming suddenly remembered that it was not easy for King Yue at the beginning.

Because he is called enough (hook) cheap.

Qin Ming calmed down, straightened the tie on his shirt, and slowly walked to the interviewer and sat down, he didn't speak, just wanted to show something next, so that he could fully counterattack.

His counterattack is very simple, that is, to refute all the points they put forward one by one, because the Beijing Daily is his last hope, he must sign a contract smoothly, no matter how harsh the other party is, he must fight for the opportunity.

"Now you can say why you didn't sign me, right?"

Li Yao glanced at Qin Ming and said, "I don't know how you got the opportunity for an interview, maybe it was Xiao Hui and Heshan who made the wrong list, but now I know that your major is not the right way to go with this, so I'm sorry." ”

"It doesn't matter if the major is right or not, as long as you have the strength, right?"

Qin Ming still looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, Xiao Hui was embarrassed, because Qin Ming was brought in by him, and He Shan on the other side looked at him with strange eyes.

Deputy editor Li Yao was even more helpless, and said slowly: "Why don't you give up?" ”

"The heart is alive and beating, and as long as I don't die, he will live forever."

"You..." Li Yao didn't know what to say, he found that he seemed to have forgotten something, he didn't care how good Qin Ming's eloquence was, but said: "Anyway, it's not good, you can go." ”

"I want an explanation."

Qin Ming said with a smile, he was gradually grasping the initiative in the interview. Fortunately, the Beijing Daily here is reasonable, if it was an interview from another company, Qin Ming would have been blasted out if he dared to ask such a question.

The two interviewers next to him didn't expect Qin Ming to be able to answer calmly, and he answered very well, and even Li Yao, who had the power of life and death in the middle of the interview, was slightly moved.

Qin Ming's calmness seemed a little unexpected, the interviewer didn't expect to be hit once, and he could heal the pain in his heart so quickly.

The mental endurance is really good.

The interviewer Li Yao couldn't save face, he wanted to regain the initiative in the interview, and then showed his white teeth, that smile was indeed a bit hypocritical.

"Tell me why you want to work at Beijing Daily?"

"Do you need to answer that?"

"What do you say?"

"I don't think there's any need to answer, it's like going to the red light district, people ask you what you're doing here? How do you answer this? That's not an answer at all, is it? ”

Although Qin Ming's analogy is not very appropriate, it is a clever answer to the interviewer's question, and the interviewer can't directly scold Qin Ming for comparing the Beijing Daily to a red light district, he has said things metaphorically, so the initiative of the interview is back in Qin Ming's hands.

"Beijing Daily is a relatively well-known newspaper in Beijing, and the admission conditions are more stringent."

"Say it."

"Your appearance is mediocre, and you are not suitable for this job."

Am I mediocre?

Why don't you touch your conscience? I dare you say you're fucking harder than me, and you still have the power of life and death in the interview?

If you don't want to admit me, just tell me to fuck off, and beat around the bush, is that interesting?

Qin Ming was very angry, he really didn't understand that the other party was targeting him?

He knew that he wasn't very good-looking, at least not annoying, just that kind of public face, the kind that was ordinary on the street.

But this is obviously a newspaper, and Guan looks like a yarn, so don't show your face.

"Are you sure I'm not cut out for the job?"

"I'm not trying to embarrass you, it's not a big problem if you think about it yourself, it's not a big problem to look ordinary, the key is that you are majoring in computer science, this major can't be played with newspapers and periodicals, and your diploma is ordinary, how do you say I will admit you?"

"Why can't you admit me?" Qin Ming shot back.

"I don't want to argue with you, I just can't be admitted anyway."

"Are you sure?"

Xiao Hui said at this time: "Don't quarrel between the two of you, if you really want to enter the Beijing Daily, we can consider it, provided that you pass our test, Deputy Li, can you?" ”

Deputy editor Li Yao nodded.

He didn't think that Qin Ming would be able to pass the test of the three of them, and it was absolutely impossible for a computer major to pass the test.

If he can really pass, it will not be a problem to sign him.

The point is that the chance is only 1 in 10,000, just like a fat man who weighs more than 300 pounds, you are absolutely good at asking him to eat, but if you ask him to jump high, then heheda.

"Why are you making things difficult for me?"

The disdain in Qin Ming's editor's eyes, and he secretly scolded the deputy editor dozens of times in his heart.

The three interviewers made eye contact, they turned around and whispered, and it took about two minutes before they turned around, and the deputy editor Li Yaodao:

"We've thought about it, the test is simple, as long as you write a poem that satisfies us in five minutes, you can come to work tomorrow."

"It's that simple? You won't be able to cheat me, but to tell you the truth, I'm the best at writing poetry. ”

Qin Ming mocked while not forgetting to pretend to be a force, his eyes blinked at the interviewer, as if questioning him, the interviewer was comfortable, and said:

"Don't blow it, start now, I'll tell you to stop when the time comes, remember that you only need to be original, no plagiarism."

"Come on, I've got it figured out." Qin Ming snapped his fingers.

"Think about it again and choose the one that is good." How could the interviewer believe his words, he slowly sipped the tea in his hand as he spoke.

"I reconfirmed that this poem is indeed very good."

Qin Ming had no scruples, and said directly to the interviewer, if he wanted to say this poem, the other party would definitely be slapped in the face silently, because this poem showed that it was a love poem, and it actually expressed his melancholy about the development of Beijing Daily, as well as strong sadness.

The interviewer calmly put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Since you are so anxious, then you say that we will listen." ”

"Then listen to it and don't miss a word."

Qin Ming stood up and slowly moved out the more familiar poem, this poem could be slapped in the face, he secretly laughed, and then began to read aloud rhythmically:

Holding an oil-paper umbrella,

Wandering alone in the long and lonely rainy alley,

I hope to meet a girl with a grievance like a lilac.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, and complains in the rain, and complains and hesitates.

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, silently indifferent and melancholy like me.

She silently approached and approached, and cast a breath-like gaze, she floated like a dream, like a dream-like poignant confusion, like a lilac floating in a dream.

This girl floated beside me; She was silently far away, far away.

When I got to the clumsy fence, I walked through this rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was dissipated, and even her breath-like eyes, lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, lonely rainy alley, I hope to float past a girl who is like a lilac and has a grievance.

After a pause, Qin Ming sat down.

Qin Mingwei's interviewer was already dumbfounded, they were the deputy editors and editors in charge of the Beijing Daily, and their cultural level was not watery, they naturally understood the meaning of the poem.

The poem is so good that they simply can't describe it in words.

If Qin Ming knew their inner activities, he would definitely mock: Can Dai Wangshu's poems be bad?

Qin Ming smiled and said, "How is it?" This modern poem is okay, right? ”

"What's the name of this poem?" Li Yao took a deep breath and asked.

"If I think about it, let's call it "Rain Alley"!"

The direct attack of the language was the most vicious slap in the face of Chi Guoguo, and the interviewer's face suddenly turned red and white, and his head fell into a brief suffocation again.

Oh, my God!

How so?

Why can't it be like this, Qin Ming's nostrils are facing the sky, like an angry crab (comic).