At the beginning of the new year, due to the needs of the smartphone app software platform, the "Miracle Magazine" decided to recruit a number of software engineers from the society, because the personnel director of the magazine did not return for the New Year. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Therefore, on this day, Miss Ziyi temporarily took on the responsibility of receiving job seekers who came to apply for the position, application software development engineer, and the annual salary of 300,000 sheep money in Jiangnan Province can be said to be a position that is not only envied by ordinary people, but also makes ordinary people feel very helpless.

"Huh~" After a plan, Miss Ziyi patted her chest very nervously, and after breathing a sigh of relief, she yelled at the gate: "No. 1, No. 1 Mr. Ding Wenjin, come in." ”

As soon as Ziyi's words fell, the door of the office was opened, and then a tall and handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes, with elegant manners, sat down opposite Miss Ziyi, and then said in a soft tone: "Hello, Miss Zhang, I'm Ding Wenjin, it's nice to meet you." “

"Oh, me too, Mr. Ding. Miss Ziyi answered almost at a loss.

A good start is half the battle.

After introducing himself, Ding Wenjin took out the "Golden Apple" notebook he carried with him, and introduced the composition of the upcoming APP platform to Ziyi girl, who was a software "layman", in detail, and the future market prospects.

"Mr. Ding, you said that it is an inevitable trend for new media to replace paper media, and if our "Miracle Magazine" can't keep up with the pace of the times, it can only be eliminated in the end, right?"

"Yes, Miss Ziyi, however, it depends on a good team to do great things, and I am just a small programmer ape, but I really hope that we can have a chance to cooperate. Ding Wenjin asked with a smile.

In the end, the two got up, shook hands and said goodbye, and Miss Ziyi watched this excellent man leave silently with a puddle of beautiful water.

The second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth applicants did not leave a good impression on Miss Ziyi, they all graduated from ordinary technical colleges, talked ordinarily, dressed ordinary, just as Miss Ziyi was thinking about the beautiful scene of working with Mr. Ding Wenjin, at this moment, the seventh and last candidate staggered in.

This person, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wears a pair of high-powered myopic glasses, his hair is very unkempt, and he is wearing a torn and dirty suit and trousers, not only that, but Miss Ziyi can't help but look down, actually, this man has a pair of summer slippers on his feet, and in the pair of dirt-stained sandals, there is also a pair of torn cotton socks that have not been washed for I don't know how many days are emitting a foul smell.

"Sir, we're here to recruit software engineers, who are you?" asked Miss Ziyi as she endured the overnight meal.

"I, it was your boss Wang who called me here. The man looked directly at Ziyi in front of him, and then replied very indifferently.

"Boss Wang, our President Wang?" asked Miss Ziyi very puzzled.

"Yes, it was your boss Wang who called me here. The man repeated again the question of Miss Ziyi, mechanically.

"I... Miss Ziyi said, but after the word "I" blurted out, in fact, she still had to say something, but at this time, her throat instinctively let out a "woo~" plan, and then Miss Ziyi covered her mouth tightly, stood up, and ran in the direction of the bathroom with a sad face.

The next day, a new working day, and also the first day of work for software engineers, in the impression of Miss Ziyi, there is no doubt that Mr. Ding Wenjin will win this time, but compared to Miss Ziyi, Bai Jingjing, who is still single, is looking forward to the appearance of this Prince Charming.

However, at 9:20 a.m., almost everyone was disappointed, because it was not Ding Wenjin who appeared in front of everyone at this time, but the last applicant yesterday, and he was still dressed as yesterday: a pair of highly myopic glasses, unkempt hair, tattered clothes, and a pair of dirty slippers and a very smelly stinky socks on his feet.

"Woo~" a plan,

Immediately after that, "woo~" is another plan.

Miss Ziyi covered her mouth again, stood up instinctively, and ran to the bathroom desperately, followed by Miss Bai Jingjing, who fled for her life, and after twenty minutes, even the male colleagues who usually had a strong tolerance for "manly" taste also ran out of the office, and screamed miserably:

"Help, help, the best, the best, it's even more stinky than a thousand-year-old corpse. ”

On the third, fourth, and fifth days, all the employees of "Miracle", including the editor-in-chief of the 12th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, went on strike to protest, and on the sixth day, only this superb man was left in the entire office building, silently typing the program code in front of his own computer.

In a hurry, he could only hire four Liangshan men to forcibly lift this stinky man out of his company office, and then bought air fresheners, and the central air conditioner was beaten overnight to clean up the stench produced by this man.

On the seventh day, the "Miracle Magazine" finally resumed its normal operation, and when the man could not come back, Miss Ziyi carefully opened the man's scattered job search file:

Name: Yu Yongkang, male, Chinese.

At the age of 4, he completed the course of junior high school.

At the age of 8, he entered the county key middle school.

At the age of 13, he was admitted to the Department of Physics of Xiangtan University.

At the age of 17, he was admitted to the Institute of High Energy Physics of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and studied for a master's and doctorate.

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"Wow, Jingjing, you see this person is a prodigy, no wonder the king wants to hire him. Miss Ziyi exclaimed as if she had found a great treasure.

"Hmph, what can he do if he is a prodigy, now, our college students in China are really not as good as a generation, no, a few days ago, there was a 23-year-old who would be starved to death at home?" Bai Jingjing replied with disdain.

"Hey, I really don't know, how many days he hasn't showered before he stinks like this. Miss Ziyi said and entered an endless state of flawed thoughts.

The sky gradually darkened again, and Yu Yongkang, who was alone and penniless, swayed leisurely in this strange city with no relatives and no reason, and it was here that a girl in a yellow shirt with a clear face was riding a bicycle and rushing in his direction.