Old Zhao still asked Sister Yang to give her opinion on my application. In fact, the vice president that was being recruited today was going to work in the branch company where Sister Yang was. The real recruitment host should be Sister Yang, and Old Zhao was representing the group to help check. "I'm waiting for you to come to work." After Sister Yang finished speaking, she smiled and looked at Old Zhao. Her meaning was nothing more than," You've already made your decision. How can I still disagree?"”Old Zhao asked me to wait for his call. He wants to make an appointment with the boss because the position of deputy general manager has to be personally re-examined by the boss.
He said that the boss wanted to interview me personally, which made me worry about the competition with the other two. I had to know Old Zhao and Sister Yang's true opinions on the two competitors first." Are you sure that the boss will think that I'm more suitable than the previous two applicants?”Old Zhao and Sister Yang were stunned. They didn't expect me to ask them this question so bluntly. Old Zhao quickly reacted." Those two people can't compare to you. If they are willing, they can take on the middle and lower management positions in the company. The middle-level employees don't need to go through the boss. The office has the right to decide.”Looking at Old Zhao and Sister Yang's sincere faces, I believe that the good feelings I had for the two of them from the beginning were definitely not wrong. Here, I don't need to be as cautious as Boss Jia. Only then did my heart settle down.
My wife and I left the venue in a relaxed mood. It was almost noon. My wife took me to Zhongshan Road, the most lively place in the square. She wanted to celebrate my good luck in the interview today. She remembered that there was an underground (former bomb shelter) buffet restaurant on that street. Not only did it have hundreds of affordable snacks, but the environment was also very quiet. It was not as noisy as the restaurants on the ground. They could eat and chat. I went down to the underground restaurant and saw that there weren't many people. My wife went to the window to order some snacks while I found a quiet place to sit. After a while, she came back with a tray full of food. She put down the food and turned around to get a beer. When I was done, my wife sat opposite me. I pushed the beer bottle to her. She grabbed the bottle and took a sip. She learned this from me. I didn't like to drink beer from a cup. I was used to drinking from a bottle. It wasn't because I had a large amount of beer (usually one bottle, but today she had two bottles), but because I felt that drinking beer like this was the most satisfying way. Of course, it wasn't elegant, but my wife never expressed any disgust. She seemed to like seeing me wolfing down my food. She felt that it was a good thing that her man could eat. When I was young, my gallstone disease often acted up. It was so painful that I couldn't eat. In a few days, I would become so thin that I looked like a different person. It made her very afraid. She thought that this time, I would die. After a few days of pain, she would be especially happy to see that I could eat again. She knew that my illness was about to recover and that I definitely wouldn't die. After repeating this for a long time, whether I could "eat" became a sign of my health. Therefore, she hoped to see me wolfing down food every day. I also knew what she was thinking. Therefore, in front of her, no matter how much I was worried or how uncomfortable my body was, I would make my "eating appearance" very exaggerated to make her feel at ease.
Today, she sat opposite me again and quietly watched me eat and drink. She was very happy to see me eat happily. She understood the heavy pressure that the job search had put on me during this period of time and always wanted to make me feel more relaxed, so whenever I had to go for an interview, she would try her best to accompany me (actually, there was no need for that, I could handle it independently). In her eyes, I was always seen as a child who had just entered society. She acted as if I would be bullied without her by my side. However, I have to admit that I'm a lot stronger with her by my side. Ever since I left the unit, I still fell into a deep sense of loneliness. The fear of suddenly falling from the top of the cliff constantly disturbed my dreams. I often screamed in my dreams. She knew all this. She was two years older than me, and her nature made her unconsciously play the role of my guardian. Ever since we got married, she had treated me as a "guardian". For twenty-five years, I had long been used to her love for me. Even though I would sometimes be annoyed by her "nagging" at me, if I were to ask who else in this world would love me the most other than my biological parents, the answer would definitely be her.
I'm very happy to meet Old Zhao and Sister Lin today. Regardless of whether the company was good or bad, working with them at least made people feel safe. I already had a big appetite, and with my good mood, my appetite was greatly increased. I held the wine bottle in one hand and the food in the other. I ate happily, stuffing fried spring rolls, fried fish cubes, fried dumplings, and dumplings into my mouth. At that time, barbecue hadn't spread to the mainland yet, and the snacks were still mainly fried. My wife saw that I ate too fast and said with a smile," No one is competing with you, so can't you eat slower? If there's not enough, you can buy more."”"This will cost a lot of money, right? I don't have any income now.”"I don't care if you're full. I can afford this.”" If you're willing, we can come here once a week."”I believe that she must have had enough of me. She would never take me to a hotel to eat. Our financial ability and psychological endurance were only at the level of consumption of night markets and snacks. However, in this dangerous world, it was enough to have her and me happily drinking at the snack stalls or night markets.
The next day (Monday), I was waiting for a call at home. Sure enough, before nine in the morning, Old Zhao called and told me to rush to the company at half past two in the afternoon. He also asked me to remember the company's specific address. I found the location of this company on the traffic map. It turned out that it was on the same street as yesterday's snack shop. It was on the west side of Yanjiang Road. From the map, this company was not far from the underworld boss's company. It was estimated that it would not take more than ten minutes to walk. I couldn't wait to enter the city in the afternoon. I took the documents needed for the interview and went to the bus stop. I took the same bus into the city (of course, this was the only bus into the city). As he had been to Boss Jia's company for a few days, he was much more familiar with the geographical location of the area. He did not need to ask anyone when he got off the car and transferred to another car. After getting off the car, I walked slowly along Yanjiang Road towards the intersection of Zhongshan where the company was located. I soon found the house number. It was the gate (hole) of a street arcade. There was an old-fashioned and long name board made of wood hanging at the door. It was written with the name of the Commercial Bureau. The board had been there for many years. The paint was peeling off and the exposed wood was cracked. If the board was like this, the Commercial Bureau must be tired of living. There should be a courtyard in the doorway. Small cars kept coming in and out, but there was a turn inside the doorway. I couldn't guess what it was like inside from the outside, so I didn't dare to go in and take a look. Old Zhao told me to arrive at 2:30 p. m. It's not noon yet. If I go to his company too early, people will think that I'm impatient for this job. I resisted the urge to enter the courtyard and wandered around the nearby streets to waste time. It was often like this. If you had something urgent to do, rushing for time was like rushing for life. Even a few hours would feel like it had passed in the blink of an eye. However, as I waited for time to pass, every minute and second felt so long. I didn't know how many times I had walked back and forth on that street, but I still had to wait for more than an hour. At the beginning of August, the temperature in the provincial capital, which was known as one of the biggest furnaces in the country, could reach more than 40 degrees Celsius at noon. The air seemed to have been ignited, making people sweat profusely, and their clothes were stuck to their backs. I sat down on the steps under the shade of a tree by the side of the road, trying to calm my irritable mood, but once I sat down, it was even more unbearable, and time seemed to pass more slowly. I had to stand up and walk around again. In fact, I was quite familiar with this area. Before I resigned from the unit, I often came to this place. The magnificent building less than 100 meters across the street from where I stood was the bank that I often went to. I couldn't remember how many times I went in and out of this building. In my early years, when I was the factory manager, I applied for new product development loans. Later, I became the farm manager. For the living expenses of the retired people, I had to come here to beg every New Year. Usually, retired people would still come here to cause trouble on the streets because of their lack of living expenses. At that time, he did not expect that a few years later, he would be standing on the hot street below the building as a wage earner, pitifully waiting for an interview. The bank directors on the seventh floor of the building, whom I was very familiar with, were enjoying the cool air conditioning in their office. How could they have thought that I, who was like a beggar begging for food, was about to faint from the heat on the street below them? Sigh, although they were at the same administrative level, some people were in heaven while others were in hell. Everyone's lives were different, so they could only accept it.
After the initial setback, I was filled with fear and worry about my future. Although the sky above his head was still the sky of 'socialism', and the ground beneath his feet was still the ground of' socialism', his heart was hanging in the air. He could neither reach the sky nor the ground. He had completely lost his sense of 'security' and 'sense of belonging.' He was already at the age where he knew his destiny, but he felt like a child without a mother. He felt like a small ant biting a leaf in the flood. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not stop himself from being swept into the sea of Wang Yang.
I stopped myself from thinking about how my willpower would be worn down. Perhaps this was the necessity of the reform and opening up, but he was still unable to adapt to the conditions of the market economy. Since he had chosen to work, he needed to walk down the path firmly. He believed that the country's reform and opening-up policy would definitely make the lives of the people better and better. If they endured it, the suffering in front of them would soon pass.
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