Qin Ming calmed down, straightened the tie on his shirt, and slowly walked to the interviewer and sat down, he didn't speak, he just wanted to see what they did next, so that he could fully fight back.

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.

"Why haven't you given up?"

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

Qin Ming said with a smile, he was gradually grasping the initiative in the interview.

The two interviewers next to him didn't expect Qin Ming to come back calmly, and he answered very well, and even the interviewer 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 couldn't hold his face, he wanted to regain the initiative in the interview, and then showed his white teeth, and 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 a red light district and people ask you what you're doing here. How do you answer this? He can't be answered at all, right? ”

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."

I'm mediocre.

Why don't you touch your conscience?

I dare to say that you are fucking ugly than me, how can you still control 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 why the other party was targeting him everywhere?

He knew he wasn't very good-looking, but at least he wasn't annoying, just the 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, think about it yourself, it's not a big problem that you look ordinary, the key is that you are a computer major, this major can't be played with newspapers and periodicals, your diploma is ordinary, how do you say I 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?"

"You two don't quarrel, if you really want to enter the Beijing Daily, we can consider it, provided that you pass our test, deputy editor, do you think it's okay?"

The deputy editor 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 of TMTM 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.

"Silly B, you will look down on people." Qin Ming saw the disdain in the eyes of the deputy editor, and he secretly scolded the deputy editor dozens of times in his heart.

The three-dimensional interviewer's eye contact, they turned around and whispered, and after about two minutes, they turned around, and the deputy editor in the middle said:

"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 and didn't forget to pretend to be a force, his eyes blinked and looked at the interviewer, as if questioning him, the interviewer was looked at uncomfortably, 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 confirmed it again, it's really good, it's good enough to slap you in the face."

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, 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, desolate, 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, long and 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 Ming was stunned when he saw the three interviewers, they were the deputy editors and editors in charge of the Beijing Daily, and their cultural level was not watery, so they could naturally understand 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?

"How? This poem is okay, right? ”

"What's the name of this poem?"

"Rain Alley!"

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

Oh, my God!

How so?

How could it not be like this, Qin Ming's nostrils were facing the sky, like an angry crab.