Shenzhen, the headquarters of Zhengfang Group.

On the staggered wine table, a simple and chic welcome reception.

Colleagues in human resources are secretly peeping in private, sketching and scoring the students in various scenes.

The company's senior management and the heads of various departments were observing the base students from different regions, and when they saw the good seedlings they liked, several leaders went to greet them at the same time. There are also students who are watching the trends of departments in different career directions. Seeing a good job position, many students took the initiative to inquire about hooking up.

Everything was like a scene on TV. It was the first time I had attended a reception of this scale and level, and I was both nervous and excited. Although I still don't know what my future prospects, this luxurious and exquisite ritual atmosphere still fills me with pride, intimacy and strangeness.

After three rounds of drinking, I loosened my awkward and tight tie and walked to the terrace with a breath of wine.

This is an office and leisure area, with a row of tennis and basketball courts as far as the eye can see, and an outdoor swimming pool next to it, the size of a football field. In the distance, dozens of villas are scattered around the artificial lake. In the distance, rows of multi-storey elevators are brightly lit bungalows.

"Is there a department you're interested in?" A familiar voice came from behind, and I turned my head to see Tang Feng.

"I haven't seen you for a few days at the headquarters, why are you here?".

"Recently, I went to **, I only came back in the afternoon, I just saw you sneak out alone, come and say hello, do you want me to take you around, imitating the Mediterranean-style science and technology park, the only one in Shenzhen."

"No, today's dinner is of a very high standard, I don't dare to leave early, leave a bad impression on the leaders, and I don't know what will happen in the future."

"Okay, I'm tired today, I want to go back to rest early, don't be in a hurry to decide where to go, I'll talk to you when I'm free in two days, and give you a staff officer." After saying that, he shook the lunch box in his hand and walked towards the dormitory building.

Tang Feng gave me the impression of being a bit mysterious. When we first met, although we talked a lot, we were vague about his work, only knowing that he worked in the group office, and the rest was only a few words. I went to the headquarters to report on him, but the phone was not answered, and none of my colleagues in the office knew where he was. Today, on this occasion, he appeared out of nowhere, and his tone was not small.

Without much thought, I took a deep breath of fresh air and shook my head and headed inside.

As the banquet drew to a close, the hustle and bustle at the table had been successfully transferred to the next bar room, where the stirring music and eerie lights reflected the whispering figures swaying around.

The atmosphere is gradually**, and the wheat tyrants appear one after another. When the wine is drunk, every time the lead singer on stage just starts the tune, the colleagues who sing the chorus in the audience will rush up to grab the microphone and roar, and some of the troublemakers will change the tone from time to time on the side, cheers and coaxing one after another, and a song and dance will be leveled.

I didn't know any friends, so I asked the waiter for a Coke and sat down at an empty table in the corner.

As soon as he sat down, three or four adult men in suits and leather shoes walked in behind him. The middle-aged man at the front was tall and had a cold expression, and he waved his hand from time to time to respond to the greetings of the other people at the table as he walked by, as if he was quite casual. They walked to the front table and sat down, chatting lightly.

The time often passes quickly, about half an hour later, the excitement of the Maiba gradually fades, and at the end of the song, the stage falls into a short silence.

The middle-aged man at the front table found a waiter, pointed to the song screen and whispered a few words.

Soon, the music sounded, and it turned out to be a song "Borrow from the Sky for Another 500 Years". One of my favorite songs.

The middle-aged man went up and picked up the microphone and tried the tone a few times, but unfortunately the key was still high, and he couldn't remember the lyrics accurately, and he had already made several mistakes in the first paragraph. However, the emphasis is that his momentum is very strong, and the heroic spirit of hating the sky and the earth in his gestures erupts from the heavy roar, which is indeed a bit of the heroic energy of Emperor Yongzheng. Until the end of the melody, he seemed to be unfinished, reluctantly turned off the microphone, and slowly walked off the stage with the aftersound.

The paradox of life is that the moment you are most excited about is often when you are not ready.

Maybe it's the effect of alcohol, maybe it's the nature of a teenager. The ghost made the god worse, and I also stepped forward to pick up the microphone and pressed the key to repeat the single song in front of the song screen.

The familiar melody sounded again, the audience was stunned, and the middle-aged man who had already walked to the stage was also slightly stunned, but he didn't look back, turned around and strode out the door. At the wine table with him, a young man who looked like a subordinate quickly stood up when he saw this, walked back to me before leaving, picked up the badge, glanced at it, and chased him out.

In the early spring of Shenzhen, the sky always changes quickly, and the dark red sky is full of depression, just like my mood at the moment.

The corporate culture and pre-job training are over, the trainees are called away one after another, and the human resources department responsible for the assessment begins to talk before the job in batches. I don't understand what the problem is, and my name didn't ring until the end.

Before the end of the day, most of the rooms in the lounge were empty, and I wandered along the rest area, just looking for a quiet place to spend a while. In a window-facing room, seven or eight men and women sat around an oval table, making noise. They spoke softly, each with a stack of chips marked with colorful numbers in front of them.

Texas Hold'em, a game of wisdom, wisdom, courage, calculation, and insight. I walked over.

There were already a lot of chips scattered in the middle of the table, and there were three flipped cards on the table. In the middle, a short-haired woman with a delicate face and sharp hands, holding a poker in one hand and gently tapping on the table with the other, made a gesture to a man with glasses to prohibit speaking, and a woman in red with a ponytail knocked her chin on the edge of the table, constantly scanning the table with her eyes, or secretly meowing around, with a bored expression. Others are sitting idly and playing with their chips.

I looked at the table, and it was a pot that had been refilled before, and the muzzle was a young man with pimples on his face

aise, the man with glasses in the small blind calls. Flop Hearts A Hearts J Spades 6, Glasses Man Check-raise, Acne Man is obviously a little unable to read his opponent's cards, and at the same time some are unwilling to give up his hand, and are currently thinking about it.

"The dealer timed, he's too abrasive", finally, the man with glasses couldn't help but urge the short-haired woman.

The short-haired woman was speechless and looked at the pimple with inquiring eyes.

"No, I'll fold, can you show any cards?" Without waiting for the short-haired woman to speak, the pimple man took the initiative to throw out the pair of KK in his hand and asked the man with glasses.

"No, don't you just call? You don't care what hand I have, I check-raise just to see if you have an ace in your hand, I didn't expect you to be so cowardly." Glasses teased as she collected the chips she had won.

"You are a fish, in fact, he has nothing, he is bluffing". A man in a suit at the table glanced at the pimples and said with some "evil" on the side.

Pimple felt their mockery, took a deep breath, and saw a man in casual clothes on the opposite side of the table slowly shaking his head, and the chips in his hand were gently put down, biting his lip tightly and not refutating, as if he was swallowing his anger.

It may be that the hand just now affected his mental mirror or fortune, and in the next few consecutive rounds, he either had too bad cards or was constantly suppressed and exploited by others. The chips in my hand are getting fewer and smaller.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about it, you played the card right now, whether he screams or not, your fold is one of the best strategies." I saw that his rules were a little messy, and there was obviously someone on the table who was targeting him, so I couldn't help but remind him next to me.

"Oh, is it?". The pimple man looked up at me, probably sensing my kindness. Smile at me and nod. "Friend, can you play Texas, how about helping me play a few spins?" He said suddenly.

"Oh, it's okay, you're sure you can play, there's less than 1,000 yards left, if you can't, you'll be all i."

After that, I'll go out for a cigarette", and he stood up as soon as I was done, grabbed my shoulders and pushed him to his seat.

The pimple was gone, and I rubbed my hands together and sat down hesitantly.

The people at this table are more complicated when they look at the identity level. The man in the eye and the man in the suit who are hostile to pimples may be in the same group, and they don't have enough respect for him, but they are not as unscrupulous as they were with others. Now that they couldn't find a target to fire at once, they covered each other and began to attack everywhere, frequently squeezing other players pre-flop, raising and re-raising, trying to dominate the table with a loose image.

But I know that their cards are not very strong, as long as they have a certain hand strength and a suitable winning rate, you can fight with them with bayonets. In my bones, I'm actually a loose player.

The ancients said: The instrument is small and has no vision, and the ambition is good at life. In the new game, they began to perform again, and one person was in the front position

aise intimidates others, one in the back position calls, I hand to 10, choose direct All i

The others folded, and they were visibly stunned, each holding their own hand and looking at it, probably considering that they only needed to add a small amount of chips to look at the cards, so they both chose to call. A 78, an A5, their card strength is really average, there are very few cards, and there is no suspense that I succeeded

iple。 With the increase in chips to 3000, there are more strategies to choose from.

Changing hands is like changing knives, and luck flips. I've had a couple of good hands in a few rounds, and every time they choose to raise, I push them All i

。 At first they didn't believe I had a hand, and one of them took turns calling, and then it turned out to be a direct doubling of my chips. Later, when they didn't raise, I chose to raise, but they didn't have the courage to call, and when the man in the suit had a strong hand and chose to catch me, I had a bigger hand that just emptied his stack.

The pimple went out in less than half an hour, and when I came back, I had become the chip lead with the most chips

。 I amazed everyone by my amazing performance.

Actually, today's situation is not about how high my level is, it is entirely because I have taken advantage of their weaknesses. Just like this world, people who know how to be violent are strong, and people who know how to restrain violence are strong.

At the end of the game, the pimples had to pull me to dinner. Before leaving, both the short-haired woman and the casual man gave me a meaningful look.