It took several days for Song Wenbin to get used to the new life without live broadcasts. These days, he ate and slept, and soon stubble grew on his face and he became a lot weaker.
On this day, he woke up from a pile of beer bottles. There was a fierce knock on the door. Hangover, he staggered out of bed and opened the door. Before the door opened, a lion-like roar was heard from the door.
"The rent has to be paid! Don't you know?"
It was a middle-aged woman with a horse face wearing thick glasses. The woman held a bunch of keys in her hand and said impatiently: "I owe you a month!"
Song Wenbin rubbed his hair and muttered: "It's not even a month yet, isn't there still a deposit?"
“What if the deposit is withheld and the house is damaged and I don’t pay compensation?”
The middle-aged woman put her hands on her hips and said in surprise: "As she said that, she looked into Song Wenbin's room, pinched her nose and cursed: "Who knows what tricks you young people can do in my house? La! Dirty person! "
"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you at the end of the month, I'll give it to you at the end of the month."
Song Wenbin calmly told the landlord.
"Don't be careless with me! The end of the month is next month, and your house is rented on the 15th!" The landlord said bluffingly: "Your deposit is not even enough!"
"I understand!"
Song Wenbin finally cheered up and said loudly: "It's only a few thousand, can I still owe you that little money? I will definitely give it to you then!"
Thinking that Song Wenbin had indeed never owed any money, the landlady kicked off her slippers and walked away.
boom!
Song Wenbin closed the door with an unlucky look on his face, kicked away the can next to the bed, lay on the bed, opened the boss and started browsing.
Although Song Wenbin had some income from his live broadcast, the money was used by Song Wenbin to subsidize Ma Qiang's crumbling car dealership. Moreover, he was blocked before he could enter the realization stage, so he was very strapped for money at the moment.
Recently, he has been waiting for news about the unblocking of the live broadcast room, and has been trying to appeal, but all the news has come to nothing. A full month later, he realized that he had hit a dead end.
However, he has become accustomed to the life of live broadcasting. Now if he is asked to change his career to something else, he doesn't know what to do. At this moment, he could only browse the boss aimlessly to see if there was any job suitable for him.
After brushing, he suddenly sat up straight with a surprised expression.
Because he came across a recruitment message that was completely different from all recruitments.
Seals entertain each other.
Recruiting moderator
No academic qualifications required
No experience limit
Salary 15-30k
Of course, all this information was normal. Only the following demand made Song Wenbin's eyes widen.
(Required, male, those not interested in women will be given priority.)
After staring at this simple recruitment request for a long time, Song Wenbin sat upright. He had never seen such a strange recruitment request in his twenty-five years.
With a strange temptation, Song Wenbin took the initiative to start communicating with the HR person on the other side. As a result, the other person's reply was unusually fast, almost urgent, and almost in the face. After saying hello, the other person sent a question. .
"Are you gay?"
Of course not, Song Wenbin doesn't like men.
He answered the other party's question, but the other party seemed to be slower in replying.
After a while, a suspicious message came.
"So, are you not interested in women?"
Isn't Song Wenbin interested in women?
Neither.
only...
Song Wenbin looked at the Rem poster on the wall. Apparently her wife was posting posters with her sister in another dimension. After thinking about it, he directly took a photo of the poster on the wall and sent it to him with the text: "I have a wife."
After saying this, Song Wenbin regretted it. He felt that he was too casual and stupid, so he long pressed the message to withdraw this damn embarrassing message. However, before he could withdraw, a message came from the other side.
"Come to Mishan International A3, 12F for interview, the sooner the better."
After staring at this message for a long time, Song Wenbin pinched his face to make sure he was not dreaming. Then he jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.
Whether the other party has a problem or he has a problem, this short but extremely bizarre communication has aroused Song Wenbin's interest. He really wants to know what kind of aircraft the other party is working on.
Song Wenbin was a born activist. After making his decision, he shaved and took a hot bath. After taking a shower, he looked in the mirror. In the mirror, he was 1.8 meters tall. Although his appearance was not handsome, he was above average. After all, he was an outdoor anchor. Song Wenbin was more concerned about his own image and neatly arranged his hair. After taking care of themselves, they changed into clean motorcycle clothes and then set off.
After going downstairs, Song Wenbin first came to Ma Qiang's car dealership. Ma Qiang's second-hand car dealership had already opened. At the moment, he was sitting in the office with his legs crossed and scrolling through Douyin, smiling happily.
Seeing Song Wenbin coming over in a black motorcycle suit, he sat up in surprise and asked, "Are you going out?"
"I'm going to S city."
Song Wenbin said, he walked to the front desk and rummaged through the boxes full of car keys at the front desk.
"Going to City S? What are you doing?"
"Apply." Song Wenbin said.
Ma Qiangdeng sat up immediately and said happily: "Have you found a job?"
"Not necessarily, just applying for a job, it seems to be the job of a host."
Song Wenbin said, finding a key with a blue and white checkered pattern from the pile of keys.
Ma Qiang was very happy when he heard that he was not an anchor. He threw away his hand and rummaged through the cabinet in the office. He found an AGV carbon fiber helmet that had been treasured for many years and handed it to Song Wenbin. He also gave him a pair of gloves and warned: "be careful on the road."
Song Wenbin took it and put it on, then walked to a blue, white and red BMW Double R parked in the corner of the store and rode on it.
"Behave well!"
Ma Qiang warned loudly.
What answered him was the huge roar of the engine. The double R slowly slipped out of the driveway and disappeared in an instant.
City S is 170 kilometers away from City H, where Song Wenbin is located. Song Wenbin didn't want to miss this strange job, so he chose the fastest way to get there.
However, right at the entrance, there was a long queue of cars.
Song Wenbin didn't know what happened, so he had to stop. The long queue of cars moved forward slowly. Song Wenbin kept looking at the time and gasped in displeasure.
When he finally arrived near the exit, Song Wenbin discovered that there was a nucleic acid checker at the intersection.
At this time, there were more and more cars behind, and their horns were blaring non-stop. Song Wenbin finally squeezed to the intersection and found several motorcycle advs and a GTR checking in front.
There is a natural sense of intimacy between people riding motorcycles. Song Wenbin rode his bike to the ATV. When the owner saw a double R coming, he immediately opened his helmet and greeted him in a friendly way.
Song Wenbin also greeted him, and the two naturally started talking.
"Where are you going, brother?"
"S City, where are you coming from?"
“After visiting Jingshan, I can only ride a motorcycle to look around.”
"Who says it isn't?"
"Hey, don't mention it."
Song Wenbin became angry when he heard such words, and echoed: "This kind of people are the most disgusting. When they go abroad, they feel that they are superior to others. When they come back, they don't follow the rules. They are really lacking in quality."
"Who says it isn't?"
The uncle from the motorcycle tour group believed this deeply, and even said the quintessence of Chinese culture: "XX is the most annoying type of XX. If you go out, you will go out. What will you do when you come back?"
"It's just grass on the wall, it's all such virtue."
Song Wenbin lay on the motorcycle to comfort his uncle.
But at this time, the GTR on the side couldn't stand it. A short-haired girl wearing sunglasses stuck her head out of the car window, frowned at the motorcycle next to her, and said: "Hey, I want you guys, can you please open your mouth a little bit?" Be cleaner, you know so much!"
"Huh?"
The motorcycle tour uncle looked at the young girl in the GTR and said in surprise: "Girls drive GTR?"
"Why can't girls drive GTR?"
The short-haired girl held her head high like a hedgehog and said: "In a civilized society, please practice some moral ethics and stop using those words on your lips."
"hehe..."
The motorcycle driver smiled and didn't argue with her. He just made a helpless expression at Song Wenbin and then put down the lenses.
Song Wenbin looked at the GTR up and down. It was gray, with a rough interior, buzzing, and a square butt. It was a car beyond his aesthetics.
Look at the girl in the car. She is wearing sunglasses, leather gloves, and a short leather jacket. She has a serious expression, as if she is ready to have a debate about women's rights with others at any time.
Song Wenbin came into contact with some girls from the subculture who dressed up during her live broadcast, but she found that almost all the girls from the subculture she came into contact with were a bit bitter and resentful. It's obvious that I'm weird, but I feel offended if someone takes a second look at me. This is especially true for those girls who come back from abroad and dress up in subculture. They want to add a scene to themselves anytime and anywhere.
There is no doubt that that is the type of girl Song Wenbin hates the most.
Sure enough, when the girl saw Song Wenbin looking at her, she also pulled down her sunglasses and glared at him.
Song Wenbin didn't like her, so he took off his helmet, spat contemptuously on the wheel of Nissan GTR, and then put the helmet back on.
The girl was stunned. She immediately opened the car door and said angrily like a ignited powder keg: "Motorcycle! What do you mean!?"
Song Wenbin didn't speak, but his double R groaned in displeasure, expressing his master's inner thoughts.
The girl became even more angry. She slammed the car door and strode towards Song Wenbin. When a few older men on the side saw this, they immediately jumped down, opened their arms to protect Song Wenbin, and shouted loudly: "Why are you so impulsive! We are going to fight!"
The girl and several motorcycle riders started pushing and shoving. She reached over the shoulder of one of the motorcycle riders, pointed at Song Wenbin and cursed: "Motorcyclist! What are you pretending to be riding a broken BMW?"
Although Song Wenbin rides a BMW, the BMW is not his. In fact, all his cars are second-hand cars collected by Ma Qiang, and the same is true for this Double R. However, except for live broadcasts, he is too lazy to talk to any women. So he turned a deaf ear to the question from the short-haired woman.
At this time, the commotion attracted the police on the side. They immediately gathered around and scolded loudly: "Why are you making such a noise! Get back to the car!"
The short-haired woman returned to the car angrily and slammed the door.
After a while, it was finally Song Wenbin's turn. After checking the nucleic acid report, he entered the highway from H City to S City.
After driving for a while, Song Wenbin heard a buzzing sound from behind. Without looking in the rearview mirror, the gray GTR soon passed Song Wenbin.
Song Wenbin felt funny in his heart. He bent down on the frame and raised the gear. In less than two seconds, he overtook the GTR and sped away. Soon, the GTR was out of sight. .
