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The Confused Memory of the Post-70s Uncle: Half-Life Panic (Twenty-Nine)

author:Dream around the Qin Building

After the director finished communicating in the department room, all the colleagues seemed worried. On Tuesday, when I went to work, the situation of arriving on time was much better, and everyone quietly crouched on the workstation during the work, pretending to be busy. In contrast, I am the most relaxed. In my heart, I tacitly believe that I am leaving the unit, and I have nothing to worry about. The director did not come, Rong Jie also moved away, staying in the department is really boring. I played with my mobile phone and sent Yin Yin a few MMS messages that were not salty and not light, but there was no reply, and I was a little disappointed. So he closed the computer and sneaked out of the unit compound, wandering aimlessly in the street.

Thinking about it again, I thought about the next job, so I came to an Internet café, updated my resume on the talent hotline, looked at the situation of the human resources market by the way, and selected several recruitment units in Guangdong to send resumes.

Qq was launched, looked at the message in the group, and was in full swing, all discussing the National Day party. A little heartwarming, imagining the happiness of the classmates who often gathered there, a little envious.

"Students, don't wait for the National Day, will you get up on the camphor wood on the weekend?" There are classmates in the group in Zhang Luo.

"Has the SARS alert been lifted?" I flashed a word. I thought that the students in Guangdong were affected by the epidemic and did not see each other for some days.

"Welcome bin bin students to Guangdong!" My speech caught the attention of the students in the group.

"Binbin, come and feel the ISO, Dongguan let go?"

"What let go?" I'm a little confused.

"The temporary residence permit has been cancelled, and you can come to Guangdong to experience life with confidence."

"Binbin, welcome to the middle of the mountain! Come quickly, buy one get one free. ”

"Binbin, it's better to come to Shenzhen to work, the grain schedule is accurate, the beautiful woman is positive, and there is a lot of joy."

"Resume dumped guest boy, our unit is recruiting, speed!"

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The enthusiasm of my classmates warmed me and gave me a little confidence: in that place in Guangdong, I should be able to find a job. At least, there is a group of classmates here, and there is a place to stay. The depression that had weighed down on me gradually dissipated, and I even felt ridiculous for my narrow imagination. No big deal, think about the arrogance when I graduated a few years ago, "Prince General Xiang, Ning has a kind of hu? "Then make up your mind and take this step."

After convincing myself to relax, I searched the Internet for news related to temporary residence permits. Some of the reports are a bit heavy to watch, I don't want to be in a bad mood, and I also watched "If Love Has Providence" beautifully, which is a neutralization. It was the first and only time I spent time in an Internet café in two years of living in Wuxi, and it felt good. Happy times are always very short, out of the Internet café, only to find that the lights have just come on, it has passed the time of work. No punch card, no punch card, anyway, the resignation report has been emailed to the director, just wait for him to approve the process after starting.

On the way back to the dormitory, I ate the legendary wine stuffed cotton ball, which was very good, and the soft and sweet taste made me feel comfortable, and I whistled and walked back leisurely. I was about to go downstairs to the dormitory, just about to turn around and pass by the door of the Qingxi Noodle Restaurant. A timid voice called out to me.

"Bingo, it's me."

I fixed my gaze and a figure popped out of the darkness of the corner.

"Yang Shuo?"

It's Xiao Yang. Under the street lamp, his face was sallow, his beard was pulled, his body felt loose and collapsed, and he also emitted a strong stench.