Chen Guyi's blazing eyes swept at the patriarch of the corpse demon clan, the eyes of the yin owl, and said indifferently: "Patriarch, you asked me to come here today, just for such a thing?"

Qi Wei and Rakshasa stood beside Chen Guyi, and Qianmu also stared at the patriarch tightly.

The patriarch of the corpse demon clan said gloomily: "Chen Guyi, I will ask you to come today......

The air froze, and an unprecedented feeling of suffocation enveloped the room.

Everyone's eyes looked at Chen Guyi, his cold face with a hint of chill in his eyes.

A hunter hunts in the forest with his fierce hounds, and a sturdy rabbit does not know whether to live or die from the purported to be a hundred shots. The hunter who wore a hundred steps shook in front of his eyes, the hunter did not hesitate, took the bow and pulled the arrow, the sword was tense, but the hunter stayed up late last night because he accompanied his friends to rub mahjong, his spirit was not good, his hand was weak, and an arrow only hit the rabbit's thigh, and the rabbit was frightened and scattered his legs like an arrow from the string rushed forward, the hunter frowned slightly, and said to the hunting dog, the hunting dog had already understood the master's instructions even one eye, and chased after the rabbit that left red blood stains like a gallop.

From time to time the rabbit looked back at the hound, and rushed forward desperately, and the hound saw that the prey was a foot away, and did not dare to relax at all, and the dog kept watching the prey gallop away.

The rabbit gradually felt that his strength was exhausted, but he did not dare to slack off at all, as long as he stopped for a moment, he knew the fate - it must become a meal on the hunter's table, and the hound would gnaw at its bones with its sharp teeth, and the rabbit could not help but run through a trace of coldness through his spine when he thought of this.

The hound was so tired that he was out of breath and panting. He spit out his long tongue and cursed in his heart: "Didn't you say that rabbits have short legs?, how can they run so fast?", but it has never heard the general description, and the instant disappearance of a thing is described as "running faster than a rabbit". The lactic acid on the feet of the hunting dog is constantly accumulating, which makes the hunting dog want to give up a little.

The hound has just had the idea of giving up. With a little breath, the rabbit slipped into the grass by the roadside, and the hound looked left and right, but there was no ghost, so he sat down on the ground in frustration, stuck out his tongue, and panted for his master.

The interviewer sat upright in a chair, in a suit and leather shoes, and a purple tie straight on his chest. Leaning slightly on the back of the chair, his wise and bright eyes stared at the dozens of college graduates who came to apply for the job in front of him, telling this story. Why did the rabbit escape, why did the hound give up? You can discuss it with each other, and you'll have your answer in three minutes. ”

The somewhat immature and doubtful eyes suddenly bloomed among the dozens of college students who applied for the job, and for a while they were like boiling water, and there were many discussions.

"How can a hound not outrun a rabbit? or a wounded rabbit?"

"It's not that the hounds are too tired to run. And at this time, the rabbit is gone, which is called knowing current affairs, that is, telling us to do things. Don't dare to give up on impossible tasks. ”

"The hunter trusts not people, meaning that we have to choose the right people to do things. ”

"Why did the hound become a human again? It's obviously a dog!"

"You can assume that. Let's say the hound is the boss picking an employee to do something!"

..................

Voices of discussion came from the college students who were applying for jobs.

"Three minutes, it's time!" the interviewer cleared his throat. shouted, and the boiling scene suddenly became silent, quietly waiting for the interviewer's next instructions.

"Who's going to say it first?" the interviewer glanced at all the applicants present with eyes that seemed to penetrate every one of these young college students.

"I think the hunter chose the wrong hound, and he should have shot another bow and an arrow himself. One of the applicants raised his hand and replied aloud.

The interviewer smiled slightly and continued to ask, "Who else has any opinions?"

"I think the hound is right to give up, and the rabbit is wise!" replied another candidate with his hand raised.

The interviewer also smiled lightly, neither right nor wrong, but continued to ask in a gentle tone: "Is there anything else?"

"There can be many ways to do things, but each of us is always accustomed to promise that I will do my best, and the fact that there are different degrees of effort, such as going all out, doing my best, and so on, and the rabbit must do its best in order to save its life, otherwise it will become a hunter's table, on the contrary, for the hound, it can easily account to its owner. I did my best, or let the rabbit run, because it knew that its owner would not be angry with it because of this, so it just went all out, this story tells us that there is only one extreme way to do things - try your best, and the realm of doing your best is divided into two layers: the first layer is called going all out, the second layer is called doing your best, and often many times, the reason why we fail is that we are not self-forcing enough, and we fail to do our best, and often many successful people do everything with their best. A plain-looking boy with a flat head made a voice from the crowd, his figure almost overwhelmed by the other applicants, and when he opened his mouth to speak, all the candidates flashed out a way, allowing the interviewer to see the ordinary candidate.

All those present bowed their heads and fell silent.

"Bang Bang"

The interviewer sat down as surprised as Columbus discovered a new world, smiled, applauded, and the applause led to the other candidates, and a loud applause resounded through the interview office......

April 2012, Monday, 8:30, fine

"Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass. "In an office building with a certain floor, with pale walls on all sides, in a simple room, a desk, two soft chairs, behind the desk, huge bookshelves, neatly placed books, some books seem to have some historical vicissitudes, and the dilapidated title page is enough to see that the owner of the book has the perseverance of Wei Bian.

A man over 30 years old, with bright eyes, revealing a wise light, deep eye sockets are more like the accumulation of years, dark hair with a shiny golden section hairstyle, and he feels that he is energetic, a zebra-print T-shirt, washed a little white, he is holding a book of Tang and Song poems, his eyes are slanted at the book, and his mouth is slightly reading the four chapters of Wang Changling's "From the Army (Fourth)". (To be continued......)