Tuan Shan City.
In the western suburbs.
Inside the funeral parlor.
A middle-aged man in a suit was lecturing him.
"Nowadays, universities are expanding every year. There are fresh graduates everywhere who can't find a job.”
"Those who are selected to come to our Western Jiujiang Funeral Parlor for an interview are considered lucky. This opportunity is really rare.”
"As long as you pass the internship and are officially accepted, you will receive a salary of 5000 yuan per month, including food and accommodation, as well as five insurance and one fund, depending on the position. I don't know how many people envy such an opportunity.”
"Those who want to eat this bowl of rice must show their true abilities. The first stage is to pass tonight's assessment.”
"There's only one assessment-to test your courage. You must stay in the morgue alone for a night.”
The person who spoke was called Wang Fugui.
He was the deputy manager of the funeral parlor and was responsible for the daily administrative work.
Standing below him were seven to eight young men and women.
Most of them were around 20 years old.
The man was young and strong, full of vigor.
The woman was upright and beautiful.
These were all fresh graduates from Tuanshan City, selected from the local university students who were looking for jobs.
Before coming here, there was an interview.
Those whose facial features were not straight enough and were shorter than 170 centimeters would have been eliminated long ago. They would not have been able to reach this step at all.
In Wang Fugui's previous words," In our line of work, although the nature of our work is rather special, we still have to rely on the market to make a living. If we look too shabby, we're afraid that we'll scare our customers.”
Who was the client?
He did not say it explicitly.
However, Zuo Xiaohan thought about it for a moment and vaguely guessed that the identity of the client was nothing more than the family members of the deceased.
You can't be idle when you're alive, so you can't scare people after you die, right?
It was disrespectful to the dead.
"Come, come, come. Line up and draw lots. The number you draw will represent which room you will spend the night in. If you're not brave enough, leave now to avoid embarrassment.”
Wang Fugui didn't say much. He waved his hand and took out a tray from the table.
There were seven or eight small notes on the tray.
Each note had a number written on it.
The quality of the draw would directly affect the difficulty of tonight's assessment and the chances of passing.
The seven or eight men and women who were with Zuo Xiaohan couldn't help but secretly swallow their saliva after hearing this. Their gazes fell on the tray in unison.
"Uncle Wang, my mother asked me to say hello to you on her behalf. She also asked if you have time tonight to come to my house for a meal after work.”
In the crowd, a pretty girl who was about 18 years old stepped forward and boldly said something to Wang Fugui.
The latter was surprised.
He looked at the girl again and patted his thigh thoughtfully." You... Isn't this the daughter of the district civil affairs bureau's accountant Wang's family? You've grown so big in the blink of an eye."
"Yes, hello, Uncle Wang. My name is Wang Peipei, after my mother.”
The two of them asked and answered, instantly causing the hearts of the people below to turn cold.
It was obvious that not all of the seven or eight people in their batch would be accepted.
According to common sense, it would be good if four out of eight people could stay.
This was great. In the blink of an eye, another spot was lost.
This caused the other people waiting for the assessment to inexplicably feel a wave of resentment in their hearts, and their auras also relaxed.
"Ahem…"
Wang Fugui observed everyone's expressions without batting an eyelid and quickly comforted them." Our assessment procedures have always been strict, fair, and meticulous.”
"We won't leave out any graduates with potential, and we won't let anyone who doesn't meet the standards to blend into our team.”
"All three morgues are equipped with surveillance cameras. I'll be on duty in the surveillance room tonight and watch your performance throughout the entire process. Come, come, it's getting late.”
Wang Fugui handed the tray to the young man in front of him and gestured for him to draw lots.
When it was Wang Peipei's turn, he pulled the tray back and whispered,""Pepe, don't draw yet. Uncle Wang will help you arrange it in the end.”
The conversation between the two of them was originally very quiet, but with so many people squeezed into the same office, the distance between them was not large, and the contents of the conversation had long been heard by others.
Although everyone complained, they could only pretend not to hear it. After all, using connections was also a part of strength.
Who asked his parents to not be 'Accountant Wang'?
"Hey! Which lot are you on?"
In the blink of an eye, everyone had finished drawing lots.
A girl standing next to Zuo Xiaohan suddenly leaned towards him, quietly shaking her feet and looking at the note in his hand.
"I got lot number three!"
Zuo Xiaohan didn't plan to hide it, since he was going to announce it soon anyway.
"Aiya, I'm also lot number three. We'll be in the same room tonight. My name is Chen Jiao.”
The girl said it very flirtatiously, causing Zuo Xiaohan to look at her. His gaze swept across the other party's slender body and slightly beautiful face.
Only then did he notice the cleverness and cleverness in the other party's eyes.
He didn't hate this kind of behavior.
They were allowed to use their connections to get in, but they were not allowed to form cliques in private?
Even small figures had their own wisdom.
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