I got up early, dressed in suits and ties, as nervous as being a bridegroom. The grass on both sides bowed to the waist, and I went to take a bus with the stride dawn. Before arriving at the bus stop of the school, a car that I longed for came. Trotted over and got on the bus behind a beautiful woman. Hearing that the driver was scolding that he had never taken a car in Cantonese, he could not even recruit anyone. I don’t know if everyone is in a hurry, so I have to stop and wait! I squinted at that beautiful woman, thinking that she is learning Ah Q? With spiritual law? Why didn’t you respond at all. Sitting in the last row (I like to sit in the last row most, but I heard that the last person is not confident), turned around and thought whether the driver was scolding me? That beautiful woman must think I am Ah Q! The driver of Sanshui is so dedicated! It reminds me of the same bus: that very late, the bus roared on the path, the trees on both sides were laughing rapidly, and there was a girl who couldn’t see the bus stop, after that, she knew that she had passed the station she wanted to get off, so she called the Master loudly, “Come!. No stop sign, no parking! The driver’s cold voice also cried. It’s passed, I can’t go back later! I was very anxious and said as if begging. No stop sign, no parking! There was still a cold voice. Later, the girl cried. The people in the car were silent, and no one helped, even if they just said a few words that were not painful! The car stopped at the next stop, which was the desolate entrance of the village. Thinking about it, I arrived at Sanshui bus station. Take one ten yuan, Foshan directly to me. The conductor only said ten yuan when he booked the insurance ticket and ticket with the binding machine! She hasn’t asked me if I want insurance yet. I blame myself for not speaking first, maybe I am still thinking about that girl! After getting on the city bus, the car looks fresh outside, but there is a scenery inside. The aisle is very small, and the seats turn from gray to black, like black people squatting there one by one. I chose a white black man to lean against. The scenery of the car dealership changed. Walking out of the urban area, it was still as bleak as before, and the road was still repaired as it was two years ago. But I am not that little boy. Years urge people to mature, and it is time to work. When standing at Foshan station, I saw a brand-new overpass overlooking all living creatures! I was facing the overpass thinking that all living beings would be tired for survival, but it was so leisurely. Who on earth is more happy? Walking and preparing to take the bus, the bus in Chancheng was so crowded. Looking at yourself in formal dress, how about hanging on the bus like before? That what! So I took a taxi, master, how much is it to the material trade city? I said, which trade city? After getting on the bus, the driver is very kind. I sat up to talk about Chao ‘an South Road. It seems that there is no trade city on Chao ‘an South Road. You just go there. It’s just a stop sign (fortunately, I looked at the map last night). When I went to Chao’an South Road, I asked the master to drive slowly, and I would watch every stop sign. I am like a child standing at the door and looking at my mother coming back! Is this it? No, next, material center, right? No, next, what I want is material trade city. I don’t know why I believe that there is a stop plate of material trade city. Oh, it was this stop sign that unexpectedly became my hope. It was really small. How much?, 18 , 70? 18 Why did you mishear it? I knew this teacher was very kind. Get off the bus and have a look. The buildings on both sides are very short. Looking at the ceramic shop opposite, I made a phone call. Hello, I am come for an interview. Where are you now? Did the material Trade City see the Marley tire (it seems that it is not the name, I can’t remember clearly)? Looking up, the man on the second floor leaned out. It was so cute. On the second floor, I saw several offices separated by opaque glass, which was an office of Osta culture communication company. Entering the room, several people have been interviewing. After sitting down, they talked a few words. They had an interview design, and the rest were sales. After a cup of tea, Miss Wang (manager) asked me to read some information first. That is the written test question of the applicant Reporter (print reporter). It is to write a news report and comment according to the given materials. She also said that it was very difficult. I read it for a long time and many times, and then wrote a report. Before writing comments, those students in our school finished the interview (in fact, they had had a meal there for a long time). It’s my interview. Miss Wang is on my left. She wore a black slim-fit romper with black transparent stockings under her feet and black high heels. It looks very young, over thirty years old. Have you brought your works? Speak and is quite friendly. Didn’t I send it to your mailbox? Then I knew the result! Which mailbox? I haven’t read the Information Times. To be a journalist, she had to do sales first to understand the industry. She told me the purpose of calling me for an interview, and she didn’t read my report at all! Although everything should start from the lowest level, why didn’t you tell me before. Then we talked about the basic situation of the newspaper industry, as well as the calculation method of remuneration and so on. This knowledge is really sobering to me! This conversation opened the door for me to choose my career (medium and short term), let me know how to go in the future (medium and short term), and let me see infinite hope! Finally, I held Miss Wang’s hand and said goodbye. Thank her very much! I went downstairs and waited for a long time. I was happily hung by the bus.

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