"I took the number to fill out the form."

"Don't mess around, line up and hit the streets!"

"There are rules in the Yigong School, don't come and make trouble if you don't have a place to live......"

The security guards of the Yigong School, who maintained order, were shouting and shouting there with short sticks, and the people in line were honestly waiting to get the trumpet and then fill out the form.

In just such a link, a lot of people who want to fish in troubled waters have been brushed off.

I can't even write my own name, and I still expect to be able to read the bulletin board of the school?

If you don't have a place to live, you are a vagabond, and if you don't know it, you are still a despicable foreigner, how can you hide filth and dirt in a clean place in the school?

"Auspicious numbers, big guy."

"Eighty-eight, Brother Bighorn has a smooth ride."

Hei Wozai and Li Fugui's little followers were all busy coming over to say nice things.

Seeing this, the security guard of the school raised the short stick in his hand and shouted, "Idle people wait to get aside!" ”

"Yes yes yes ......"

Seeing this, several teenagers immediately dispersed and withdrew for a long distance, only then did they reunite under a big banyan tree on the side of the road.

"Name, age, place of origin, address, ......"

When I got inside with the number plate, there was a big pergola, and under the sun, no one could dry themselves.

Under the pergola, a few greasy middle-aged people were wearing short shirts, with Erlang's legs crossed, and a wobbing clog hanging on their toes, and they didn't raise their heads to tell the people in line to hurry up.

Wang Jiao took the form, found a place to sit down and fill it out, the pen in his hand is a pencil, the workmanship is excellent, and there is the word "Amway" in the official book.

This is the stationery produced by the Amway Society, and legend has it that this Amway Society, formerly known as the "Amway", is related to Princess Anping, the sister of the Zhenguan Emperor three hundred years ago.

It sounds like nonsense, Wang Jiao is thinking about the princess, how can he come down to sell pencils?

After filling it out, a group of people brushed it off, and the reason for the few greasy middle-aged people under the pergola was to ...... The words are too ugly.

Don't look good, at least not to twist like an earthworm.

But most of the people who can read and write in Kill Dragon Harbor in these years, few of them have been systematically trained at the bottom, and most of them are not so much writing as drawing, but they just look like that word.

Although the words of Wang Jiao are not good-looking, there are still comparisons, horizontal and vertical bending hooks, like a decent appearance.

"Pretty boy's surname is Wang?"

"Well, the ancestor is from Hu Teazhou."

"Ouch, then we were one family three hundred years ago."

"Uncle won't be making fun of me......"

Wang Jiao raised his head with a smile, and continued to fill in the form, in fact, he already knew that among this group of greasy middle-aged people, there was a person surnamed Wang, who liked to brag that he was Langya Wang, and said that Wang Mo was his direct ancestor.

Is it true or false, can it be traced back to 300 years ago?

What's more, the Langya Wang clan split once in the eighty-eighth year of Zhenguan, and it wasn't just that he could say whatever he wanted.

As for the second civil war later, it was even more inseparable, but all the big surnames were divided into several branches.

Just like the four major families in the South China Sea, Feng, Li, Du, and Xian, still have branches in the East China Sea, and even in the Syrian province of the Tang Dynasty, there is a great priest of the Nestorian Cathedral, who once kowtowed to Mrs. Xian in his home before praying every day......

Zhenguan's three-hundred-year-old surname, just brag about it, but in fact, it can be blown to the predecessors of the really awesome boss.

"I'm making fun of you? Who doesn't know that my king is a million ancestors? But it doesn't matter, anyway, one generation has its own generation of blessings, and in my generation, it will be good to have food to eat and not die of hunger. ”

"Uncle has a lot of weapons, and he is blessed."

"Hmmm......"

Wang Million nodded, picked up the teacup, took a sip of herbal tea, and was quite satisfied with Wang Jiao, a descendant.

"Write any text, it should be regarded as writing, and you can pass the test if the sentences are smooth, pretty boy."

"Oh, thank you Uncle for your help."

"Who doesn't know that I, Wang Wanwan, take the most care of the offspring with eyes?"

"Thank you, uncle!"

Smiling, Wang Jiao handed over the form, and knew that this was another hurdle.

The last level, in fact, has nothing to do with announcements, and there is no need for Wang Jiao to write application texts such as notices, but to write some sentences casually.

As Wang Million said, it is composition.

It doesn't take much longer, just two or three hundred words.

Wang Jiao thought about it, thought about the most impressive paragraph, and copied it.

When he was working as a security guard in a junior high school, he listened to the students read aloud in the morning every day, and his ears were almost calloused, and he couldn't forget it.

After writing it, Wang Jiao handed over the final composition.

This time, it was not Wang Million, a group of greasy middle-aged people, but an old man with glasses.

“…… Needless to say, the green cabbage, the smooth stone well bar, the tall honey locust tree, and the purple mulberry; Needless to say, the cicadas are singing in the leaves, and the fat wasps are lying on the cauliflower, calling the Son of Heaven lightly......"

The old man obviously didn't think that this group of people who came to apply for the doorman could have much literary literacy, but after turning a few pages, he was shocked when he saw this paragraph of Wang Jiao.

"Call the Son of Heaven ......" helped the leg of his glasses, and the old man looked up at Wang Jiao, "Hou Shengzi is from Jiangdong?" There are a lot of names in Koto. ”

"My mother's ancestors lived by the river in Zhejiang."

"Oh......"

The old man nodded, "You wrote this?" ”

"No, no, it was written by a gentleman surnamed Zhou on the edge of Zhejiang, but I was impressed, so I wrote it down."

"The offspring is very realistic, I didn't say that I wrote it myself."

The old man said, and nodded again and again, these days, character is stronger than anything else.

What the Yigong School needs most now is not the honest and reliable Xiao Langjun?

"I still know how many pounds and taels I have."

Scratching the back of his head innocently, Wang Jiao made himself smile like an "honest man".

As a professional security guard, when is he like an honest man, Wang Jiao really understands it too well.

The old man in front of him should be the last "interviewer", although the doorman of the First Engineering School is not a great identity, but after all, it is about five "big laces" a month.

Seeing that the old man was satisfied, Wang Jiao knew that he had completely passed the test.

"Hou Shengzi, go to the pergola next to it and wait for the notice."

"Okay, Abel, you're busy."

"Go ahead."

The old man looked at the words written by Wang Jiao with interest: "It's really good." ”

He thought about it carefully, and after making sure that he hadn't read such a text, he wondered if he could copy it and then use it as a model text in the Yigong School.

"I don't know where I'm from Zhejiang, the pen fee must be given, if it's big, the printing fee will also be paid, and when the time comes, ask the posterity just now...... Oh, it's called Wang Jiao, but it's Wang Million's own family. ”

At this time, Wang Jiao was thinking in his heart, after he joined the company, how to use the Yigong School to make a fortune......