C7 Resign

I could hear my heart beating and the ticking of the clock on the wall, and after a while the interviewer who had asked me the question looked out the window at the cold beauty who had nodded at him from where I had stood in the spring breeze of the previous night.

Then they all stood up and asked my interviewer, "You're the employee we want. Welcome to Perfect."

Then one of the interviewers will take me through the formalities. I will receive very good pay, one week of training, one month of probation, 2,500 commission for the trial period, 5,800 commission for the official period, and 800 yuan for the rental subsidy each month. Although the official salary is still taxed, the base salary is already more than two times higher than the salary I earned when I worked part-time at KTV.

At that time, I was too excited to speak, two old tears ran down my innocent face...

At 6 o'clock in the evening, she went to work at the KTV again, and conveniently mentioned the matter of her resignation to, the manager. Wu Rong raised her eyebrows and continued to prick around, "Just based on your words, you can't even finish your work.

I ignored her. After she gave me my resignation, I was busy with my work and dreaming about my future.

But when I think about that cool woman, I'm still worried. Why did she let me into the company?

After work at one in the morning, when I got home in the middle of the night, I started to look in the mirror in my suit and tie shoes. I kept on looking at the mirror, repeatedly looking at the mirror, and finally said to the mirror, "I can't be a waste. I must work hard. I must do my best. I will depend on this for the rest of my life."

As a matter of fact, I don't want to starve to death on the streets, I don't want to be abandoned by life, I don't want my mother to have no money to treat me like my father did one day …

Tomorrow is my first day at work, so I forced myself to lie in bed and finally fell asleep with a weird smile on my face …

It was not yet eight o'clock in the morning, and before my cell phone had rung, I jumped up to wash up as if I had been injected with chicken blood, put on the clothes I had rehearsed the night before, and went out with my newly purchased stall briefcase.

Riding his bike to a breakfast shop, he drank a bowl of soy milk and ate a fried dough stick before heading back to the company building.

The company building is less than 20 minutes' bicycle ride away from my town village, eight bus stops

My company is on the 18th floor of this building, I can enter the hall of the office just like other white-collar workers. After I enter the elevator, I am looking at other people, and there are also others looking at me.

At 8: 30, he entered our company's main entrance.

There were still 10 minutes before work. During these 10 minutes, a girl at the front desk kept looking at me, causing me to sweat nervously.

Actually, it was already extremely hot when he was walking on the bicycle. It was a hot July day. The sun had risen early in the morning, and he was still wearing a suit. How could he not be sweating?

From 8: 50 onwards, a mob of red men and women with Starbucks coffee in their hands, steamed buns and soy milk in their hands and cake milk in their hands arrived. Most of them were women, dressed in colorful and dazzling outfits.

I wonder if I'm in the wrong company. Later on, I found out that what we do in this industry is to dress up well. Besides, the company doesn't have any regulations on uniform for administrative classes, only I, a fool, sit there dressed in formal attire. No wonder the girl at the front desk keeps looking at me.

It was 9 o'clock sharp, and the interviewer who brought me into the job procedures yesterday walked over to me. "Xiao Xiao, you've come on time, come with me."

"Yes."

Then, he turned to the girl at the front desk and said: "Xiao Xi, this is Xiao Xiao, he's new. If he needs anything, you have to help him more."

Xiao Xi greeted me with a smile.

I immediately thanked his a few times. Xiao Xi had a round appearance, looking like a professional at the front desk. His speech and actions were similar to that of a prior rehearsal.

Entering the office through the large lobby of the company, the decor and all the decorative office furniture were very tasteful. Entering the office through a long corridor with several photographs of the same woman on the walls, I couldn't help but think it was beautiful. I took a closer look: it was her, the woman who had once been in the spring with me.

Looking at the cold eyes in the photo, I thought to myself, This woman is definitely not to be trifled with. Is it a blessing or a disaster to be here?

However, the temptation of money was too great. When I think of money, all my fears are gone.