In the blink of an eye, the information session was over. The interviewers of the recruitment company (hereinafter referred to as HR) are ready in the first row, and the tags of each company are placed in front of HR.

The host on the stage said loudly: "Next, please submit your resumes to your favorite company." ”

Each HR in civilian clothes raised the pen in his hand:

"We are one company!"

"We're four companies!"

"We're three companies!"

“......”

The HR of each company shouted out the name of their company loudly, and the people who had been sitting quietly in their chairs before listened attentively. It seems that he has also given up his calm and elegant appearance, and has begun to be restless. From the silence just now, it has become a scene like a vegetable market in the blink of an eye. People flocked to HR like a tidal wave, and the black pressed a piece. All HR was crowded with people in front of them, like a magnet attracting iron filings. Duanmu Wulie and Ma Qihang didn't sit stupidly on the chair, took out their real resumes, and chose five companies with fewer people. Because Duanmu and Qihang both know companies with a large number of resumes, HR will not consider them at all. When there were fewer people, Duanmu and Qihang walked up. Qihang is very confident, and he thinks he is sure that he can convince HR. So talk to HR first.

"Hello, teacher," Qihang said confidently.

"Hello, classmate" sat across from HR, a young man in his mid-thirties, with a draped hairstyle that reached his neck.

"Teacher, do you plan to recruit students from independent colleges?" Qihang looked at the interviewer in front of him sincerely. He was holding his resume in both hands, just about to hand it over. HR suddenly looked at him, stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of refusal, saying, "Wait, what do you mean?" Do you mean you're a student of Sanben? ”

After Qihang heard these heart-piercing words, all his self-confidence seemed to be gone. Said reluctantly: "Hmm~, yes." Private undergraduate students. ”

"Then please go to other companies to take a look, the company does not recruit students with your academic qualifications." HR said to him coldly.

Qihang said helplessly, "Then I'm a party member, can't I?" ”

"I'm sorry, classmate, please go to another company to have a look." HR replied lightly.

Qihang's face darkened, as if he wanted to say something more, but he swallowed it back. "Thank you, teacher." Then, he bowed deeply, clutching his resume tightly in his hand. When he looked up, he turned around and left without looking back.

Duanmu had been watching from the sidelines, just in what had just happened. Standing there, my mind blank, not knowing what to say. HR saw Duanmu standing there and felt as if something was wrong, so he asked, "This classmate, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

Duanmu was very entangled, he thought to himself: "It's all death anyway!" It's better to be dashing before you die. If I were to say that I was from the Beichun School of Architecture, the result would definitely be the same as Ma Qihang! It's better to break the jar directly, and say that I am Linhai University of Architecture. See how he reacts. He pulled out a resume from the school name he had just changed.

"Teacher, I am a student at Linhai Jianzhu University and a probationary member of the Communist Party of China. But there is a failure, and the base point is not too high. Is it okay to join your company? ”

"There is no problem, everything can be discussed in detail." HR said to him with a smile on his face.

"Is there really no problem?"

"There is no problem, it can be discussed in detail."

"Okay, I'll vote for that resume." After speaking, he held the resume in both hands and handed it to HR.

"Well, good. You sit in the back for a while, and then you will enter a round of interviews. ”

"Uh-huh, okay." After speaking, Duanmu sat in the back.

After Duanmu, several people came one after another, and after handing in their resumes, HR talked with each of them for a while. Sort out your resume, then turn around, and say loudly but gently to the students behind you: "The students who applied for the fifth company will follow me in a while and go to classroom 309 for the first round of interviews." After saying that, he got up and walked out. The staff of the student union around me helped to follow with the resume. The other students who applied for the job also consciously lined up, which was mixed with Duanmu Wulie. Walk towards Room 309.

When they arrived at Room 309, the student council guards were already guarding the door, and no students were allowed to enter. Generally, the interview will be divided into one round of interview and two rounds of interview, and there will be a special HR on one side to interview, but the interviewer has not yet arrived, and everyone is sitting in the classroom waiting. Some people talk to people they know, and some people don't say a word because they don't know anyone.

"Do you know those questions that interviewers ask?"

"I really don't know this, I haven't experienced these things."

"I might ask you about your family situation and what kind of salary level you are looking forward to."

Such words kept ringing softly in my ears.

Duanmu Wulie sat in the crowd. He stretched out his right hand and clutched the bracelet on his wrist. Rubbing the rosary on it restlessly with his thumb. With thoughts written all over his face, he thought, "What if I am found out that someone who is not from Linhai University of Architecture?" Wouldn't that be embarrassing. Even if it is recruited, a three-way contract signed in the name of the students of Linhai Jianzhu University. Is it fraud? I am now an adult, and I have to bear some legal responsibilities! Thinking of this, Duanmu muttered in his heart, many times Duanmu acted alone. He has been like this since he was a child, with the idea of being independent of other people's worlds. When I was young, I went to the Internet with my classmates. Everyone else started playing games online, but he liked to play single-player games alone. He always likes to be alone and think about problems with his own mind. He knew that this kind of thinking was sometimes very bad and seemed very unsociable. But now no one minds him at all about this situation, he can only make up his own mind. He got mixed up in a deceitful way and sat in the crowd at Linhai University. This shouldn't be the place for him to sit at all, to put it bluntly, his heart is weak. "Otherwise, let's get out first, but it's already mixed in. If you just leave, you will lose an opportunity to increase your interview experience. Wait. ”

Just then, an interviewer walked in, a woman in her thirties. She is not too pretty, and has the air of a working woman. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, but there are 25 students coming for the interview, right?" The student council staff who followed next to him replied, "Yes, sister." It's 25 people, yes. ”

"Come on, let's divide into three groups, each group of 8 to 9 people. Because of the venue. Let's take eight tables and put together a big table and have a discussion competition. Because the classroom is relatively small, it is impossible to spread out three groups at the same time, so let's do it one by one. ”

Say it, do it. A few of the student council staff next to it began to take action. A few other people with vision also got busy, and the room was also agitated. Duanmu saw a chance. So he got up and stood, walked straight out, walked to the classroom door, and said to the doorman next to him, "I'm going to the bathroom and call my mother." ”

The doorman nodded, "Go ahead." After saying that, Duanmu opened the door and slipped away.

Duanmu finally chose to flee, and he didn't have the courage to face these things now. He walked frustratedly and aimlessly in the hallway of the classroom, slowly walking back and forth. Through the windows and doors, I saw that there were already companies in the classroom that had started the second round of interviews. In the second round of interviews, there will be a total of five interviewers, who will sit in five positions in the classroom, and talk one-on-one with the students who have passed the application. He was alone outside, sadly watching what should have happened to him. How he wished that he would be like them, at least with the right to be treated fairly. Instead of standing stupidly outside like a bum.

"What a coward you are, coward! Why don't you have to experience it, even if you are not a student of this school? At least to know what one side and two sides are all about! You deserter, frustrated man, weak man. Duanmu cursed himself in his heart with great self-reproach. Hey~ Forget it, there's another chance. It's already happened, don't blame yourself too much. I thought about it too much, but in the end it was myself who was troubled. ”

Duanmu wandered in the corridor, wanting to leave, but there was something that drove him not to go.

Before you know it, the time has flowed into the afternoon. He still wanders around the classroom, sometimes sitting on a chair in the hallway, watching the people come by. Some people are just as frustrated as him, so they should not have succeeded. Others called their parents when they left the classroom and happily said, "Mom, I signed it!" "No matter what happened to the people who came out, he was happy for them. At least they all had the right to be fair played.

That's it, walking, walking. He came to the garbage bin on the first floor, and that was the last thing he wanted to see. There was no garbage in the bin, but a box of resumes. He took out a few of them and looked at them, and almost all of the names of the schools were written "Beichun Architecture College" and "Linhai Architecture University Engineering College". Every resume here is made by everyone with all their hearts. What it means to go to a junk university, now he really understands it. It's real rubbish! The cruel social status quo is like applying ice to a wound. Destroying that already fragile self-esteem. "How so? It shouldn't be like this! Many people are capable, just because of one academic qualification. I threw their resumes in the trash. He didn't believe it, but it was what it was.

He really doesn't want to stay here anymore, he's leaving this place!

Duanmu, who was sitting on the light rail, sat there quietly, motionless. Looking out the window, the scenery around you flew backwards. It's like a movie in my heart, replaying one thing after another that happened today. He remembered the doorman of the student union, the confident Ma Qihang, the HR, and the resume that was thrown away and full of bins...... The more I think about it, the sadder I become.

The whole society is like a big burger. The heavy book is at the top, followed by the general book. Because they are public undergraduates, they will give preference to better jobs. Then there are junior colleges and secondary schools below, and they themselves know that their academic qualifications are not bachelor's degrees, so they automatically give up some choices in society. The private undergraduate degree is in a very embarrassing situation. In the far middle of the burger. They think they have gone to an undergraduate school, but the recruitment companies in society don't approve of it. Good companies won't recruit them, resulting in high failures. Bad companies they don't want to go, resulting in low and uncompromising. Thinking about it, he lowered his head deeply. Raise his left arm and open his palm. He buried his own forehead deep in the palm of his hand and supported his head with his arms. He sighed deeply, and sat quietly by the window like a sculpture.

Maybe that's the man's world. No matter how great the pressure of reality is, we must persevere in persevering. Although men will have passion and stubbornness, men will also have times of weakness and helplessness. Today's encounter is too heavy for Duanmu.