The most painful business trip

  The First Return to Pingjin City

  Job search [1/1 page]

  Zhao Gan didn't rush to find that so-called hotel, but instead returned to the street and found a night market stall. He picked out a few clothes like he was buying vegetables. The colors were all black, but the styles were different - one T-shirt, one jacket, and one casual suit. In total, he spent less than 100 yuan.

  These clothes all have various famous brand logos on them and are the best choice for shanzhai clothing to advertise itself.

  On the way back, the night grew deeper and deeper, and the tired moonlight stretched Zhao Gang's shadow to an extreme length...

  The next day, Zhao Gan got up when it was just dawn.

  After walking in the alley for half a day, he finally saw a breakfast stall that was also responsible for selling newspapers. Zhao Daren ordered a bowl of soy milk, three fried dough sticks, and casually took a copy of the Pingjin Morning News, then sat down to eat and drink heartily.

  He was originally just eating and flipping through the newspaper out of boredom, but unexpectedly, the headline news deeply attracted his attention.

  Only a large black title reads: "The backstage poison king finally fell into the law net, and the probationary 'female' police suddenly showed their divine power."

  The photo attached below the title is that of the so-called drug lord and the 'female' police officer, except that the drug lord's face has been obscured with mosaics, while the 'female' police officer is smiling slightly. Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be the same little girl I met when I just got off the train!

  Zhao smiled and shook his head, it seemed their capture operation yesterday was a success.

  Last night, Zhao dared to use the small hotel's computer to write a resume. This morning, he took it to a nearby print shop and copied dozens of copies. After eating, he put these resumes in his pocket and boarded the crowded 982 bus.

  Attending Wu Xin and Zhu Shijie's wedding is just a casual thing, the real task at hand is to find a job. In this place where RMB reigns supreme, one has to find a job to make a living.

  It's the peak hour of going to work, and people in the car are almost standing on tiptoes, with nothing but human flesh and clothes, not even air can stay here. In the northern country, the days after the beginning of winter have already become quite cold, many people have put on down jackets early, covering their skin tightly, making those who like to take advantage of others somewhat disappointed.

  Soon, the bus arrived at 'Hua' Creek Road Station. Zhao Gan followed the surging crowd and got off the bus, his eyes fixed tightly on the nearby Haokai Business Hotel.

  I learned from Yang Dongwen yesterday that Wu Xin and Zhu Shijie's wedding banquet was held here.

  The design of the clubhouse is as stylish as its name, and there are also twenty Audi A6s parked at the "door" with a dark Mercedes-Benz S600 leading the way - probably the groom's exclusive car, with a bunch of fresh flowers piled up on the hood.

  The person at the door was dressed in elegant and dignified attire, with an air of invincibility on his face, as if he were about to receive a certain foreign ambassador.

  Zhao Gan glanced sideways at the Pingjin City Talent Center Market not far away and walked towards the Haokui Business Club.

  As he approached the entrance, he happened to see a young man with a smile unique to spoiled sons, and a heavily made-up girl was putting her bare arm into his armpit. Zhao Dare had a Red Tower Mountain cigarette in his mouth, smiled slightly at him, and politely said: "Brother, lend me some fire."

  The young man was startled at first, his expression somewhat indignant. He glanced at Zhao Gan's street stall clothes and seemed to be concerned about his own status, unwilling to treat the other person equally. With an impatient expression, he pulled out a Zippo lighter from his pocket.

  Zhao Gan smiled again, casually lit a cigarette with the lighter, said thank you, and returned the Zippo to the other person. Then, without looking back, he walked out of the club's entrance.

  "Is there an invitation?" The receptionist glanced at Zhao Gan's attire and asked bluntly.

  Zhao Gan didn't think much of it and reached into his pocket, actually pulling out a bright red invitation, but with someone else's name on it.

  The hostess immediately put on a smile again, thinking in her heart that it was some low-key rich young master.

  Just over ten meters after walking in, the sound of a quarrel between the young man and the doorman suddenly came from the entrance. Zhao Gan smiled faintly and went inside.

  About half an hour later, Zhao Gan had already left the business club. When he was near the talent market, a loud noise came from the Haoke Business Club.

  At the wedding scene, all the lights went out and all the audio equipment fell silent. The groom and bride stood on stage in a daze, accidentally dropping the diamond ring to the ground. The host, with a professional tone, laughed and said: "Don't worry everyone, this is a small program we arranged in advance..."

  Pingjin City is the provincial capital of Tjiang Province, with a large floating population in the city. In addition to northerners, there are also many southern migrant workers who come here to make a living. As a result, the Pingjin City Talent Center Market is also quite large, with various departments having everything they need. The grand hall alone, which hosts recruitment fairs, has an area of over 1,000 square meters.

  But now it's winter, and it's the season for migrant workers to return home, so the usually bustling job market is a bit deserted. Last night at the hotel, I had already filled out the online job application form and related information, and also sent electronic resumes to over 100 companies, including several fake companies that said they were recruiting today, so let Zhao come and try his luck.

  After filling out the paper registration form again, Zhao Gan walked into the recruitment fair hall. Inside, there were more than a dozen booths, with X display racks shining with each company's signboard and introduction as well as staffing requirements. Zhao Gan took a closer look and first walked to the front of Beichen Advertising Marketing Co., Ltd., sat down and threw his paper resume over.

  The person who came to recruit was a middle-aged woman in her 40s, who glanced at Zhao Gan with a raised eyebrow and said: "Zhao Gan, right? We've already reviewed your electronic resume. You claim to have graduated from Pingjin City University of Trade and Technology, majoring in Advertising?"

  "Uh-huh, yes, I graduated in '09, and my major was Advertising."

  "What awards have you won, like 'Golden Bull' or 'Glena'?" the middle-aged woman continued to ask.

  "No." Zhao Gan added, "It's 'Jin Du' and 'Qina'".

  "This I knew, of course. I was just testing you," said the middle-aged woman with a pretentious tone. "However, this is a big company, and although your university isn't bad, after all, it's just an undergraduate degree. We usually recruit masters, doctors, and even postdoctoral researchers. If you really want to come, it's not impossible. We're currently short of a salesperson, with a basic salary of 1000, and commission is calculated separately."

  Doctor Emperor? Zhao Gan couldn't help but laugh and cry, this big mom is half-illiterate. And yet she lets herself be a salesperson, with a basic salary of only ***1000 yuan per month, as for the commission——80% of it is probably taken by the client manager and the higher-ups. But Zhao Gan naturally didn't say that out loud, he just respectfully said: "That——your company is too big, I think I'm not capable of handling your company's work, goodbye Big Sis."

  After finishing speaking, Zhao Gan hurriedly left and then applied to several other places. The results were all similar, and it turned out that the level of those interviewers was not even as high as his own.

  However, there was an exception among them. The interviewer was a handsome young man who chatted with Zhao for half a day and then mysteriously told him: "Brother, to be honest with you, we are actually doing multi-level marketing, but we can still make a lot of money. Are you interested? Just pay the membership fee of 1000 yuan."

  "Get out of my car."

  After scolding people, Zhao dared to leave the talent market without looking back. Many people understand that the harm of pyramid selling to society is no less than that of drugs. Many happy and harmonious families have been broken up because of pyramid selling, and many ambitious young people have been struggling all their lives because of it.

  Scold him, didn't hit him then report to police and get him arrested is already good enough.

  After wandering around the talent market for half a day, and wasting half a day's time, when I was about to leave, the sky had already darkened, with a thin crescent moon hanging in the sky, as if it were mocking eyes, ridiculing people's fleeting lives and Zhao Gang's unsuccessful job search.

  Not far away is the international airport, and there happens to be a plane returning, making a deafening roar. Zhao Gan glanced sideways with his eyes, and in such a night scene, he actually saw an advertisement on the plane's body with just his naked eye - it was an advertisement made by the company for itself, which was exactly the one he saw when he got off the train - Hongguang Advertising Marketing Planning Co., Ltd.

  Zhao Gan didn't forget that this was where his old man used to work. Three years ago, his dad was still the chief accountant of this company.