Chen Keke looked at the resume carefully.

This stinky boy is called Zhao Meng, he is only a junior, and he still asks for an annual salary of one million, this crazy is boundless.

Chen Keke casually threw his resume into the trash can.

That kid looks like a middle school student, and he's about to graduate from college, and he's still studying medicine. This filthy boy seems to be quite rich, dressed as a local tyrant, and has bought a house......

You can earn an annual salary of one million by dreaming, and I can't get so much as an assistant to the president.

Chen Keke thought about it and took out his resume from the garbage basket again. There's that kid's phone on it, this hateful boy, do you think this is the end of it?

Chen Keke hatefully thought, he must toss Zhao Meng well. This kid is crazy, so give him an interview opportunity, so that this kid knows how difficult it is to mix in society.

During the interview, I must torture this stinky boy, the underwear of this girl is so easy to steal, Chen Keke suddenly felt that his body seemed to be leaking again, his uncle's, the underwear bought in the supermarket is not of good quality...... It's all this stinky boy......

Zhao Meng didn't know that Chen Keke already hated him, so he fled and ran to Hall 2. His resume has been sent, and going to Hall 2 is just a walkaround, and he has the right to increase his experience.

Hall 2 is also crowded, Zhao Meng pretended to be a staff member again, this time he did not submit a resume, the effect was very good, and many applicants respected him. The staff who participated in the recruitment thought that Zhao Meng was a staff member of the exhibition hall, so Zhao Meng communicated happily.

Zhao Meng also felt good about himself, as if he had really found a job, he walked around, and in a corner of Hall 2, he was surprised to see a strange recruitment. Even if the company that came to the exhibition was a leather bag company, the booth was crowded, but the location of this company was almost unattended.

Zhao Meng walked up curiously.

I went to the monastery to recruit, this is to find someone to be a monk.

I went and also asked for a graduate degree.

I'll take it, the annual salary is actually one million, and I can still get married and have children......

When did the monastery become so rich?

"This bald donkey...... Ay...... Master ......" Zhao Meng almost said that he had missed his mouth.

"What's the matter with you, the abbot of the outreach?" Zhao Meng asked.

Two monks, one man and one woman, the monk and the nun matched, Zhao Meng was also drunk.

The two glanced at Zhao Meng with disdain, but Zhao Meng's local tyrant costume made their eyes light up.

Hey, this kid is a Buddha, and he still has a Buddha bead in his hand that I don't know what stone.

"The external liaison abbot is to deal with foreign French styles, as well as contact customers, and the annual salary of one million is the basic salary plus commission...... "The glamorous nun said softly.

I'll go, Zhao Meng sighed again, now the temple is also grasping the economy, Zhao Meng is sure that the bald heads of these two people have only been shaved in the past few days, although they are bright, but the color is still very white and tender, and they have not been exposed to the wind and sun.

"With an annual salary of one million, in general, I am also a Buddhist teenager, and I do nothing but do nothing......" Zhao Meng bragged.

"Donor, do nothing, ask everything, that's the Taoist theory ......," the male monk reminded.

Zhao Meng was embarrassed for a while, but his face remained the same: "Don't care about any theory, I can see it, you will find outreach to promote the income of your temple." I don't care if you are a fake monk or not, as long as you can do things, I still have some connections, I can make a cameo part-time role, just give me an annual salary of 500,000 yuan, and if you receive the French style, we will talk about dividing ......"

The two monks were very embarrassed by Zhao Meng's fake monk's words, but no one cared about their booth, no one wanted to be a monk, and the so-called annual salary of one million was not so easy to get.

"This is my phone, go back and ask your leaders, I don't take advantage of you, I met me because of your fate, you met a nobleman......"

Zhao Meng wrote down his phone number arrogantly, still holding the Buddha beads in his hand, looking like a master, and then walked away.

The two monks looked at Zhao Meng's back in a daze.

Arrogant, too arrogant!

"That, junior sister, how is this kid?" the monk asked the nun.

The nun thought for a while: "Senior brother, our temple is too poor, it must be put on the market, that kid is not bad at dressing, it should be related." Let Master think about it, I took a secret picture of this kid, your kid's Buddha beads are weird, I guess Master can understand it......"

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Zhao Meng appeared in Hall 3 again, still crowded, it was not easy to find a job these days. Universities are expanding their enrollment, and cultural centers like Kyoto are also home to a variety of talents, making it difficult to find a satisfying job in Kyoto for those who are in demand from other places.

Kyoto is a dream for many people, and there are many opportunities here, and some outstanding college students from other places have chosen Kyoto as a starting point.

It's not easy, Zhao Meng sighed all the way, and kept comforting those who were hesitant to find a job.

What a good boss!

Looking at what people are wearing, this person is not a senior executive of the company, I have your surname.

Maybe it's a family business, and it's not much for such a young person to be so down-to-earth, unlike those gentlemen

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Zhao Meng was wandering around with all kinds of praise, it was really funny, many people scolded him just now, and now they are praising him everywhere.

Zhao Meng still had some resumes of people who were looking for jobs just now, and he kept communicating with the company and helped those people submit their resumes. I played tricks on others just now, if it weren't for the misunderstanding of these people, Zhao Meng couldn't think of the idea of pretending to be a recruiter, and he repaid him with a peach, Zhao Meng could be regarded as comforting his heart.

According to the staff of the exhibition hall, enterprises also attach great importance to it.

"Look, that person helps others submit resumes, what a good cadre......"

"Good man......"

“............”

Zhao Meng was a little ashamed and a little blushing at first, but then he really felt that he was a good person, with strong ability, and a real talent.

Ahh

Zhao Meng sneezed!

It must be the female tyrannosaurus scolding me, and the million-dollar annual salary is gone.

Forget it, the monk should have been fooled......

Hey, I saw the monk recruitment just now, how can there be Taoist priest recruitment here.

Fake monk, fake Taoist?

Jinshan Temple and Immeasurable Temple, I have never heard of it, hey, it is not easy to be a monk now, and you have to grasp the economy!

Immeasurable recruitment, few people at the booth asked.

An old Taoist priest with his eyes closed, his clothes were in tatters, his face was obscene, and his goatee looked funny.

is such a poor dick, and he also recruits deputy viewers with an annual salary of one million, who believes it!

When did the annual salary of one million rot on the street? Zhao Meng glanced at it with disdain, he didn't expect that he would also ask for an annual salary of one million everywhere.

At this moment, Zhao Meng was very inflated.

So, Zhao Meng began to ridicule.

"Old way, meeting is fate, everything has a cause and effect......"

"You are a Buddhist, hey, you are still playing with Buddha beads, what are you messing around with me......" Lao Dao opened his eyes with an impatient face.

I went, and it was a shame again. ridiculed the Taoist priest with the theory of Buddhism, and fooled the monk with the theory of Taoism, and he Zhao Meng was also defeated by himself......

Whatever, a dead horse is a live horse, he has nothing, and he can still be deceived, maybe this old man deliberately pretends to be poor, and he can really get rich......

Zhao Meng thought.