You should have a positive attitude as a person. Being a gangster is not a long-term solution. Sneaking, cheating, and extortion cannot be regarded as a lifelong career. The risks are too high, and the rate of return is also very low.
So it is still necessary to find a serious job.
Ye Huan's salary is not high, so his expectations for work are not high. As long as someone is willing to hire him, he can even sweep the streets. Ye Huan is not picky about food because he has no capital to be picky. He has a middle school education, no work experience, and no professional skills.
To be honest, Ye Huan himself felt that he was adding a burden to the talent market...
However... a burdensome person had to survive and have food to eat. Even though he felt a little embarrassed, Ye Huan decided to find a job without looking back.
On Sunday, the job market was in full swing. Students looking for jobs, employees looking to change jobs, as well as all kinds of employment agencies and company recruitment booths were crowded together like porridge.
Ye Huan stood in front of the talent market, looking a little nervously at the bustling scene in front of him, feeling increasingly uneasy.
He does not have the vigor and vitality of a college student who has just entered the society, nor does he have the confidence to be in a hurry when changing jobs. More importantly, he does not have a decent diploma or rich work experience that can make people shine.
To say he is like a piece of blank paper may be a bit flattering. He is like an unused piece of toilet paper.
Would anyone want someone like him?
Taking out the resume that Monkey had prepared for him last night, Ye Huan made ten copies at the printing shop next to the job market, and then... looked at the door of the job market with a guilty look on his face, sweating like raindrops.
With so many people competing for such a small amount of work, Ye Huan felt that he might not be able to grab it. This was much more difficult than robbery.
Otherwise... why not just go back and try again?
After hesitating and struggling for a long time, Ye Huan gritted his teeth, bought a ticket for ten yuan, and plunged into the crowd of people looking for jobs.
In front of a company's recruitment booth, Ye Huan carefully looked at it for a long time, his eyes locked on the "Qinza" in the recruitment position, and he felt a little moved in his heart.
A handyman is nothing more than doing odd jobs, hard work, dirty work, and doing everything. The requirements for diplomas and work experience are not high. The more Ye Huan thought about it, the more he felt that this position was tailor-made for him.
He gingerly handed over his resume. The head of the company in charge of recruitment glanced at him sideways, and then his eyes fell on Ye Huan's resume.
"High school education?"
"right."
"No work experience?"
"……right."
The supervisor sighed, then patted the thick stack of resumes on the table and said, "There are so many people applying for the job of handyman, and the lowest level of education among them is a junior college. Do you think you have a chance of being admitted?"
“Isn’t it written that you can apply for a job with a high school diploma?”
"That's the minimum requirement. If you have higher academic qualifications, of course we have to select the best. Do you understand what I mean?"
"…………"
A feeling of sadness and anger arose in Ye Huan's heart. Others who work as a handyman think he has low education. What the hell is this world!
After trying the booths of several companies, Ye Huan was completely disappointed in the talent market.
It seems that serious work is really not suitable for him.
What makes Ye Huan even more distressed is that the copy fees and ticket money were all wasted, no more, no less, dozens of dollars more, as if they were wasted.
Given Ye Huan's current financial situation, a few dozen yuan is not a small amount.
Ye Huan gritted his teeth. He couldn't come here in vain, he had to at least get the cost back!
With a determined decision, Ye Huan threw all the resumes in his hands into the trash can, and then began to look around for the target.
In a moment, Ye Huan locked onto a fat sheep.
Thie Xixi looked around, and Ye Huan quietly walked up to a middle-aged man in a black suit. Judging from his appearance and temperament, he was obviously a middle-level manager who wanted to change jobs.
Patting his shoulder lightly, Ye Huan lowered his voice and said, "Hey, my friend, do you want to apply for a certificate?"
The middle-aged man turned around and asked blankly: "What kind of certificate do I need?"
"You can apply for any certificate. Even if you need a bachelor's degree from Harvard University in the United States, it's a piece of cake. How can you compete with others if you don't have a golden brand to find a job? Do you understand this better than me?"
The middle-aged man suddenly realized, thought carefully, and his eyes gradually brightened: "Can I get a degree certificate from Harvard University in the United States?"
Ye Huan chuckled: "Not only can it be done, but it is also absolutely professional. Looking up your degree certificate number online can prove that you have indeed studied at Harvard."
The middle-aged man was surprised and said: "How is it possible! How did you do it?"
Ye Huan smiled with an unpredictable expression.
The middle-aged man's expression became more and more relaxed, and it seemed that he was indeed tempted.
"How much does it cost to apply for a certificate?"
"Because the cost is very high, our fees are also high. This...do you understand?"
"Understood, you get what you pay for. As long as you can make it look real, and it's me who can be found on the Internet, I can afford no matter how much money you spend!" The middle-aged man was completely tempted.
He knows better than anyone how competitive Zhang's Harvard degree certificate is to the current army of applicants.
"The fee is two thousand, no counter-offer. Pay half of the deposit first, and pay the other half after the certificate is obtained. If you are not satisfied, you will get a full refund." Ye Huan said with a professional face.
Without saying a word, the middle-aged man took out a thousand dollars from his wallet, handed it to him along with his resume, and said: "Get me an MBA from Harvard. This is my resume and photo. Click on it.
Do it.”
Ye Huan took the thousand yuan without courtesy, then pointed to the copy shop outside the market and said with a smile: "I will get the certificate in two hours, and I will be in that shop. Don't worry, I do business with integrity all over the world.
Integrity first, no one can be deceived."
Half an hour later, the middle-aged man, who was finally worried, stumbled out of the copy shop. He sat at the door with a shocked look on his face, pulling his hair, and muttered to himself sadly and angrily: "... What is honesty first?
After receiving one thousand yuan, Ye Huan even whistled happily.
What about Harvard University, what about MBA, Ye Huan doesn’t even know a few English words, and he can’t make a crappy degree certificate.
Yes, fraud, naked fraud.
Ye Huan found that he could only do evil things in his life. Of course, he could only do this occasionally. There were too many liars these days, and there were obviously not enough fools. Meeting one occasionally was enough. Ye Huan didn't think he could do it every day.
Such a fool.
Ye Huan had just defrauded a thousand yuan, and was planning to run away. It was not a good place to stay for a long time.
After leaving the gate of the talent market, Ye Huan glanced out of the corner of his eye and found that a small stall next to the gate of the market was crowded with people.
This is a very common phenomenon in the talent market, but this stall is a little unusual.
The polite college students looked depressed when they came out, but a few gangsters came out as happy as if they had won the lottery.
Ye Huan was surprised, what kind of fucking position is so evil that college students are dismissed, but gangsters are admitted?
In any case, this is good news for Ye Huan.
Ye Huan was not in a hurry to leave at this time and simply squeezed in.
The recruitment booth was very ordinary, and there was no sign of any recruitment positions. There was just a table there. Three application managers were dressed casually. They were holding cigarettes in their mouths and looking through their resumes. This reminded Ye Huan of
In the old society, Shanghai's gangsters looked like they were counting money in their counting rooms. It was a smoky mess.
Ye Huan's resume had been thrown away, and he couldn't care about that much at this time. After squeezing in, he sat down on the application chair and smiled at the three supervisors.
A supervisor in the middle who was as fat as a meatball was holding a cigarette in his mouth, squinting his eyes slightly. He looked at Ye Huan in the smoke and said calmly: "Are you here to apply?"
"Yes." Ye Huan nodded quickly.
"What degree?"
"Middle school..." Ye Huan started to feel guilty.
"Ever had a fight?"
"Ah? Well... I've had a fight." Ye Huan answered honestly. It wasn't that he didn't want to lie, but that Ye Huan's gangster appearance completely betrayed him. Who would believe him if he said he had never had a fight?
The supervisor smiled nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter. If you hadn't had a fight, we wouldn't want you."
"Ah? This..." Ye Huan was dumbfounded, what the hell kind of unit is this?
"Have you ever been in trouble?"
"I've been in it, and it was just released a few days ago." Ye Huan simply decided that this unit was too weird to answer with common sense, so it would be more reliable to do the opposite.
Sure enough, the supervisor's eyes gradually became brighter when he looked at Ye Huan.
"How is your physical fitness?"
"Physical fitness...it's okay to run a thousand meters." Ye Huan said hesitantly.
"Do you dare to steal other people's things?"
Ye Huan's eyes began to shine, and he slapped his thigh heavily: "This is my old profession! What belongs to others is mine."
"Do you dare to hit the old man?"
"It's so common. I beat my dad three times a day."
The supervisor's eyes suddenly shone, and he held Ye Huan's hand with joy and shook it vigorously: "Talent! What we need is talent like you! Don't say anything else, hire!"
Ye Huan was also very happy, damn! This thousand-mile horse finally found Bole!
Suppressing the joy in his heart, Ye Huan asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time: "Excuse me...are you recruiting gangsters?"
The supervisor frowned unhappily: "Be careful what you say. Why are you recruiting gangsters? We are recruiting urban management personnel who are not part of the establishment."
Ye Huan suddenly staggered...
Damn it! Urban management...
Before Ye Huan could recover, the supervisor added another question: "...What are you going to do if something happens?"
"...Just say I'm a temporary worker." Ye Huan blurted out without thinking.
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