Chapter 66 My family has a daughter who is just growing up
Miao Miao passed the job requirements for the title "Public Relations Specialist of Yan Qing Studio" released by major headhunting companies, and the salary offered was really generous.
Some headhunting companies with fast response mechanisms have already recommended many candidates who meet the requirements in terms of qualifications and backgrounds. Miao Miao contacted them one by one and arranged for interviews and selection of the candidates after the preliminary screening on Tuesday.
Therefore, Miao Miao could only print out all the manuscripts from the tree hole for Yan Qing, and could not accompany him to select manuscripts as promised.
After neatly arranging all the manuscripts on the desk of the general manager's office, Miao Miao did not forget to remind her again and again before going downstairs that when she determines the suitable candidate, she will bring him over for Yan Qing to go through the last step.
Yan Qing's attitude has always been - "I completely trust you, the general manager can make the final decision on this kind of thing."
Unfortunately, Miao Miao's attitude was extremely stubborn, and Yan Qing could not persuade him. He had to accept it despite being unable to evade it several times.
Fortunately, Miao Miao did not push the recruitment process to the last step until she could see the sunset through the window of the restaurant.
"Brother Qing'er, the five candidates recommended by several headhunters today have excellent professional resumes and industry backgrounds."
Miao Miao, who obviously had a loss of appetite, muttered in distress.
"But after talking about the whole interview process, well, Sister Qing taught me, first have an open and honest communication, and then make a two-way choice, and finally I found a problem..."
"Old...Sister Qing is very caring. She is teaching Mr. Miao step by step..."
The chopsticks in his hands were hanging in the air. Yan Qing looked at the almost untouched white rice in front of Miao Miao and asked, "What's the problem?"
Miao Miao sighed melancholy: "The best candidate may not be the most suitable for us..."
"What's wrong? Today's sweet and sour carp is not tasty enough? Xiaomei, let's not worry about it now and have a good meal."
Yan Qing took back his chopsticks and took apart the male chopsticks with a smile. He reached out and gave Miao Miao some of her favorite dishes.
Miao Miao glanced at the serving chopsticks and curled her lips and said, "It doesn't taste good. I'll just go back and have snacks later."
Yan Qing took back his chopsticks and brought the topic back to the original point: "So... some candidates think that the job responsibilities are not clear enough, or they think our family is too small and has limited development space?"
Still twisting her tongue, Miao Miao squeezed out two words: "Both of them!"
"Oh, you take the blame for "me" every day again, always treating her as a young girl who is also a father and a brother..."
Complaining secretly with a calm expression, Yan Qing looked openly at Miao Miao, who seemed angry and resentful.
"Then add a little more to the salary, we can afford it, Xiaomei..."
Miao Miao said unhappily, as if she was touching the scales against her, "What more? You're much taller than me..."
"The studio's lean period has passed, but I still can't bear to give myself a salary increase..."
With a soft heart, Yan Qing said softly: "At least you don't have to work so hard. I don't want to be charged with child labor abuse by the Minors Protection Association."
"You are already twenty-one, so you are not a child laborer!"
Miao Miao also thought of that past incident, and her nerves suddenly melted away. She glanced sideways and smiled again: "Okay, brother Qing'er, actually I have already contacted the headhunter and changed some requirements. They
We should continue to recommend new candidates for interviews tomorrow."
Yan Qing assuredly praised: "Mr. Meow really has a plan."
Miao Miao held her face in her hands and said, "How can there be...Brother Qing'er, I recently discovered that you are a little different from before..."
"Ah... the truth has been revealed after all?"
Yan Qing acted calmly and responded casually: "What's different? Has it gotten better or worse?"
Neither of them realized that this sentence was a line that Li Na had said before, word for word.
"Actually, it's okay. I don't know how to describe it. I don't often feel dazed. I feel more peaceful. And..."
Miao Miao felt her cheeks were burning hot, and lowered her head unconsciously: She was both measured and good at making girls happy..."
The girl lowered her head shyly, and the three choker silk decorative pendants tied around Miao Miao's snow-white neck naturally hung down, gently fluttering with a gust of draft...
"There is a daughter in my family who has just grown up... I have a daughter in my family... I have a daughter in my family..."
Yan Qing's heart skipped a beat, and Yan Qing, who didn't dare to look directly, could only take out two pieces of paper to change the topic:
"Well, I selected a very long manuscript this afternoon. It's a very interesting story."
Miao Miao calmed down her shyness, stretched out her hand generously, took the manuscript, and said with a speculative smile: "Brother Qing'er, you didn't choose another scumbag to submit the manuscript, did you?"
The girl's smart eyes jumped back and forth between Yan Qing and the manuscript paper like an elk in the forest. After confirming that there was no abnormality in his expression, Miao Miao began to read the novella submission carefully with confidence:
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"Talent Co., Ltd.":
Teacher Yan Qing said on the show that you will cherish the nostalgia and regret in everyone's heart, so I also want to share a story about regret.
I once heard someone say something like this: "College is the last period of youthful carnival."
If this is really the case, the period before graduation in my senior year was probably the period when the trip reached the end of the road, and all kinds of difficulties and embarrassments came one after another.
I used to be a scumbag who struggled with studies and relationships. I had five girlfriends in the first three years of college.
By the time you reach your senior year, you may have become completely numb. You would rather go to the Internet cafe to play Sword Tower every night, and skip classes during the day to sleep in the dormitory.
I knew clearly in my heart that as this trip came to an end, this love that was limited to a certain period in college would definitely come to an abrupt end.
So I spent my senior year in Internet cafes and dormitories with peace of mind. I still remember clearly that I graduated on June 30, 2009, and I was still living this life until May.
Whether you say you are escaping, whether you are lazy, or it doesn't matter, I did not even attend a job fair presentation at that time.
But I didn't expect that one day in early June, in the last month of this dead-end journey, a love affair would come unprepared.
The heroine of the story is the only girl I have never lost contact with and can still treat her as a friend when we meet again. She often tells me that she has known me for four more years.
She and I were in the same school but in different majors. We met through hooking up on the SNS website. One night at the end of May, we just chatted at around 8 o'clock. After chatting for thirty minutes, she told me that she had actually known me for a long time.
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In the first semester of my freshman year, we took a certain inter-major elective course. By chance, we all took the same class. I took my girlfriend with me every time, even on the day of the exam. Of course, I changed my class midway.
One term.
But it was this me that she remembered.
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I was so happy that I asked her to go downstairs and chat face to face.
At that time, our dormitories were very close to each other, so I went downstairs wearing slippers with a full beard and messy hair.
Looking back now, that was the lowest period of my appearance in life.
When she saw me, she was actually stunned for a moment. She probably thought, "Why are you so fat or swollen?"
We were squatting in the west second dormitory building and chatting for a long time in the corridor on the west third floor.
We probably talked about things that happened in the past four years until graduation, blah blah a lot.
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"Brother Qing'er, this man is really narcissistic. There is not a single sentence in the manuscript that directly praises himself, but there is a strong hint that I am so handsome..."