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Midday.

There are four floors left.

There are still four floors left, Zhang Bolang thought silently in his heart.

At this time, the man in his thirties was tilting his head sideways, staring at the plastic bag he was holding in his right hand.

Plastic bags are the kind that clothing stores give away after shopping, and the road is ordinary, medium size. Of course, Zhang Bolang doesn't care about the bag, what he cares about is the printed matter contained in the bag, which is ten centimeters away from the mouth of the bag.

Densely stacked, stacked with small prints.

There are still four layers of these prints.

Call.

Facing the bag, Zhang Bolang shook his head and let out a long breath, spraying the burning breath in his lungs into the even hotter air.

As he did this, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that three young girls were approaching not far ahead.

Zhang Bolang immediately raised his head and greeted him.

He took a few steps forward, reached into the plastic bag with his left hand, grabbed three small prints, and said, "Hello." ”

This polite and gentle sentence did not have the effect it should have.

The three pedestrians showed different degrees of stunned expressions at the same time, and the one standing on the left even took a step back.

Normally, they were shocked.

Half a meter in front of them, Zhang Bolang's right hand carrying the plastic bag was stretching out, making a gesture to block; In his left hand, he spread out three small prints with light yellow covers in front of the three people in an irresistible manner.

It's not robbery, it's leaflets. It took a second for pedestrians to react.

At the same time, Zhang Bolang was also repeating: "Hello, please take a look." ”

The three girls immediately frowned in unison. The two people standing on the left and right immediately raised their feet sideways and bypassed Zhang Bo's position. The last girl who was blocked by Zhang Bo in the front, her eyes showed a little annoyance, gently stretched out two fingers, picked up a small printed book, and then immediately turned sideways and hurriedly chased after her companions a few meters ahead.

"What did you do with this kind of thing?"

"Look...... Chang'an Computer School, study for one year, assign work, monthly salary 1400-2500 ......"

"There's a ghost 1400-2500...... This school of liars ......"

The summer breeze, in addition to the heat, also brings a few steps to the conversation of the layman.

Zhang Bolang turned his head and saw the print that had just left the plastic bag less than ten seconds, as if he was very reluctant to part, and was lying on the ground a few meters in front of him, lying there refusing to get up.

Hustlers School ......

Zhang Bolang shook his head again and sighed, this time, there was a lot of helplessness added to his voice.

The title of "Liar School" is not an honor for a school in "Chang'an".

This is the reputation that all the training institutions in Qingcheng have worked together and worked hard for more than ten years.

Now, the time has finally come for this word-of-mouth to begin to exert its invisible power.

However, at this time, Zhang Bolang has not thought so deeply.

He raised his elbow and wiped his forehead, and wiped the fine beads of sweat into a stain of oily water, and among these water marks there were some black or yellow marks; And in the gray marks on the sleeves of Zhang Wave, there are also some traces of wetness.

Maybe his head was raised too high, the sun was scorching, the sky was full of white flowers, and the scene in Zhang's wavy retina began to become a little trance, and he squinted his eyes vigorously to make the scene in front of him clearer again.

After doing this, Zhang Bolang licked his dry lips and greeted another group of pedestrians who came over.

……

There is one layer left.

When the sunlight fades; The shadows of the trees and buildings grew longer; In the breeze and the coolness gradually appeared, there was still a shallow layer of small prints left in the plastic bag.

"Hello, please take a look."

After handing out another print with a light yellow cover, Zhang Bolang turned back with the habit he had developed in the past few days and followed the footsteps of pedestrians with his eyes.

The print, which had just left the plastic bag, was lying on the ground again.

At this moment, a breeze blew, and its light yellow cover, black and white inner pages, or light red back cover, began to rattle and tremble slightly.

Zhang Bolang's sweat-soaked clothes also trembled slightly, just like his body, his body was cold, just like the feeling in his heart.

In recent years, the entire industry of training institutions has deteriorated, and it has become increasingly difficult to recruit students. In this case, there are policy factors, industry factors, social factors, and many other messy factors; Zhang Bolang had long been very aware of this situation, but he never expected that this year, the situation would be so severe.

It's been two weeks since the enrollment season began.

In the past two weeks, so far, the "Chang'an Computer School" has only enrolled 17 students, less than one-fifth of the same period last year. This pitiful number made Zhang Bolang and all his colleagues feel the existence of the "peak season" at all.

"Chang'an", a mini-vocational training institution, in ordinary days, if the income can be equal to the support of the opening, then it can already be called a good operation.

Zhang Bolang, and Zhang Bolang's colleagues, almost all the hopes, all the profits, are focused on the large number of students enrolled in the summer months.

Massive enrollment ......

Zhang Bolang almost couldn't help but sigh again.

It's outrageous, it's outrageous this year. He muttered that it took only two weeks to recruit seventeen students, and if this situation continued, then in three months, everyone would have to go home en masse.

Two more people came in front of him, Zhang Bolang stopped the thoughts in his heart, greeted him, and said, "Hello, please take a look." ”

This time, the two pedestrians were very cooperative in taking over the propaganda print. They looked down as they walked into a nearby liquor and tobacco store.

"Chang'an Computer School, study for one year, assign work, monthly salary 1400-2500...... Eh, this salary seems pretty good......"

"Shit, you believe the things on the flyer?" The speaker glanced at where Zhang Wave was, turned back and continued in a slightly lower voice, "This kind of bullshit school sucks. I've heard people say that they charge a lot of tuition and can't teach, so they recommend all jobs on the assembly line. ”

"Won't it?" These three words are spoken in a gradually rising tone, which fully reflects the speaker's confused mentality.

"Won't?" The answerer's voice was also raised a little, mixed with a tone of doubt about the other party's IQ: "It will be very good!" If you really want a salary of 1400, you might as well find an agent, at least the tuition fee will be saved. ”

After the word "......", another promotional material was twisted into a crumpled ball of paper by a clenched right hand.

A few meters away, Zhang Bolang, who had been pricking up his ears, felt a little hot on his face for the umpteenth time, he didn't want to listen any longer, raised his feet, and prepared to continue distributing leaflets.

It's too late.

Zhang Bolang's movements are too slow. So, for a few days, he hated it very much, listened to the conversation very many times, and once again got into his ears:

"If you really want to find a school to learn some technology. There is a computer school that teaches quite well, and it is very easy for students who graduate there to find jobs. ”

"Sosei Computer School? I haven't heard of ......" A new voice came from behind him, Zhang Bolang couldn't help but turn his head, and saw the owner of the tobacco and alcohol store, lying his slightly obese upper body on the glass counter, and talking to the two: "In these years, is there a school in Qingcheng that doesn't cheat money?" ”

"Of course there is Luo, and that school is in our Seremban district......" When a person has a grasp of the situation that others do not know, then his voice, generally the same as the person speaking at this time, is full of complacency: "This school is really good, my neighbor's child has studied there for two months, and now he has a salary of 4,000 in a design company." ”

"Oh? That ......"

When the conversation between the three of them reached this point, Zhang Bolang, who was leaving quickly, could no longer hear clearly. He persevered, but still walked dozens of meters before he stopped and continued to hand out a few leaflets.

After a while, Zhang Bolang took out the phone and stood under the shade of a tree, looked at the time, and then dialed a number.

"Mr. Huang, how is it going?"

"It's hard to send...... the voice that came out of the phone was weak, "Many people refuse to accept it, they are exhausted, and now there are two or three floors left...... Where are you? How's it going? ……”

How's it going...... Zhang Bolang looked back, and within the scope of his vision, from under his feet, to the corner at the end of the street hundreds of meters away, on the ground, there were scattered propaganda prints of "Chang'an Computer School".

He smiled wryly and replied as positively as possible, "I only have the last layer left." It's so good here, and there are school leaflets all over the street. ”

The voice on the phone immediately carried some resentment: "It's so unfair! I'm at a loss, and next time I'll ask to move to your street. ”

"Well, I promise to exchange ...... with you tomorrow"

After saying this, Zhang Bolang pressed the button to end the call.

A few seconds later, he dialed another number, and this time, after waiting for more than ten seconds, the other party finally connected to the phone.

"Hey ......"

The voice was deep, dragging out a long tail.

Even inexperienced people can know that the brother on the other end of the phone has just woken up from his sleep.

Zhang Bolang said: "Teacher Zheng, has anyone signed up in the afternoon?" ”

After a short pause in the "fart registration ......", the phone began to transmit a series of complaints: "Sign up for a fart...... Hell, not only did I not sign up, but I didn't even come to consult...... Let me tell you, did you two put out flyers when you two advertised outside? It must be in place, don't be lazy, we only recruited ...... this year."

Zhang Bolang put down the phone, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and pressed the button to end the call by the way.

As he did this, his brow furrowed tightly, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his eyes fixed straight on the faint gate of the armed forces a few blocks away.

After a long while, Zhang Bolang gritted his teeth, the sides of his nose trembled lightly a few times, and hummed out a few indistinct syllables: Xiangcheng Computer School...... I'm going to see what's so great about it......

Then, dragging his tired legs, Zhang Bolang held the last layer of prints in his right hand, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his left hand, and walked in that direction.

At this time, it was the penultimate day of the end of the graphic design class.

It's approaching evening.

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