Soon I arrived at the interview. The boss seemed nice, down-to-earth, and approachable. After chatting in the office for a while, he almost took a liking to me.
Probably 80% of it is because I have a good image, good temperament, have business experience, and can also drive.
Of course, maybe I am a bit narcissistic, or he may not be attracted to me, but he is really in need of someone.
Because the business in this area has been empty for a long time, no one has been taking care of it. The boss is taking care of it himself.
After briefly talking about the salary package, including a basic salary, commission, and business trip allowance, I felt it was okay, so I agreed.
The time to go to work is scheduled for two days later, because I said that I have something at home that I need to deal with.
In fact, there is nothing to deal with, I just want to be lazy for two more days, because it is winter, and to be honest, I also like to play cats in bed.
Everyone likes the comfort zone, but we can't stay in the comfort zone all the time. Sometimes we have to force ourselves to rush into the wind and snow.
At that time, it happened to be Christmas. I stayed at home for two days, and then went out for a meal with Uncle Ma and Ma Yunfeng. Ma Yunfeng heard that I was going to work, and he also expressed surprise and asked, "Are you a member of the family?" What kind of serious illness is this? Do you have to go to a chicken class and go out in the middle of winter to find trouble?
Actually, I have my own ideas, because since the day the novel was uploaded, my mood has changed, and I think I should take another path.
And before I went for the interview, I lit incense and asked the fairy family, and the answer I got was that I should follow my inner choice.
I feel that since I was able to go to Nanjing and stay for a year a few years ago, finding a job and changing my lifestyle now should be part of my life experience.
Ma Yunfeng had no choice but to let me go.
But he told me that it is getting more and more difficult to do business work now. You have to be more careful about those people outside.
He doesn't need to ask this, of course I will keep an eye on it. Although we don't cheat or harm others, it's not easy for others to cheat me.
In this way, two days passed quickly, and my novel still had little improvement. It had a few hundred clicks, and people began to leave messages in the book review area, but most of them were new authors advertising each other for attention.
I didn't understand this and didn't bother to care. Anyway, on the day of work, I climbed out of my comfort zone early, got on the bus, and went to work.
Uncle Ma didn't let me drive. He said that if you want to go to work, act like you are going to work. Keep a low profile and take the bus.
I don’t know if he feels sorry for the car or the car, but he doesn’t feel sorry for me anyway.
On the first day of work, I went quite early and left the house at seven o'clock.
In fact, I haven’t taken a bus for a long time, and this sudden ride is quite exciting, especially for a big bus like Harbin. The driver may have driven a tank before, so he is very fierce.
Anyway, there were no seats, so I squeezed through the crowd and wandered around until around eight o'clock, and finally arrived at the company.
For some reasons, I won’t mention the name of this company. Anyway, it sells electrical appliances, and there are quite a lot of types, including TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, rice cookers, hairdryers and everything in between.
It was like I was plunged into the ocean of knowledge all of a sudden. It took me a long time to learn product knowledge alone.
Fortunately, there were teachers in the company, and I learned things quite quickly. I became familiar with everyone in one day, and it was also the first time I learned that refrigerators are divided into direct cooling and air cooling.
But when I finished my first day of work and took the bus home, God gave me a surprise.
When I turned on my computer and entered the author's backend, I found an on-site message. I clicked on it and saw that it was a contract notice!
This means that my book, which no one has read, was actually picked up by the editor a week after it was published, and he wanted to sign a contract with me!
To be honest, I have learned something before that for a pure newcomer, just a week after publishing a book, without any results, an editor came to sign a contract. This is really an unexpected surprise.
I was so happy that I quickly called Uncle Ma. I said come and see, I’m signing a contract, and I will be a writer from now on!
Uncle Ma came over and took a look, curled his lips and said that writers are nothing. Do you think you can become a writer just by writing a few words? Have you made any money?
I said, who stipulates that a writer must make money?
Uncle Ma said it was very simple. If you want to make money from what you write, someone must read it. If no one reads what you write, then what kind of writer are you called?
If you write and write at home, and no one reads it, and no one gives you money, is that any different from keeping a diary?
What Uncle Ma said makes sense, so I set a goal for myself: I must write a book that people can read and make money to be worthy of being called a writer!
To sign a contract, I needed to fill out a contract. I worked excitedly all night before finishing the contract and putting it into a USB flash drive. I went to the company the next day, printed it out during my lunch break, and sent it away.
My colleagues curiously asked me what I was doing. I couldn't hide the pride in my heart, so I told them nonchalantly: It's nothing, I just wrote a novel as a hobby, just for fun...
From this day on, I started a new life.
I go to work during the day and go home to write a book at night. My feet are so busy that I hit the back of my head, but it is very fulfilling.
Reading divination is becoming less and less common. Of course, if you are in a good mood occasionally, you will read it. But time is too tight. I go home from get off work almost every day and write books until midnight.
Uncle Ma never bothers me. He knows my strange problem, which is that when I write a book, I can’t let others read it.
However, I know that he is a loyal reader of mine, and every time I update, he will sneak in to read it.
Sometimes I update in the middle of the night, then go to wash up and go to bed. Then I often see Uncle Ma sitting in front of the computer with his clothes on, reading my novel attentively.
I was very touched. Once I quietly walked over and said, Uncle Ma, please go to bed quickly. There will be no time to read again tomorrow...
As a result, before I finished speaking, I noticed that a love action movie from an island country was clearly playing on the computer screen, and the heroine was pretty good-looking.
I looked at Uncle Ma speechlessly. He bared his teeth at me and handed me the headset.
"Lola Takizawa, you just debuted, do you want to watch it?"
"Isn't this... bad?"
"It's okay. The immortal family is all asleep. Besides, if you don't read the divination now, they have all gone back to the mountains to practice and are not at home."
"Uh...are you telling the truth?"
"Really, when have I ever fooled you?"
"You are an old man, but your heart never grows old. I want to criticize you..."
With that said, I took over the headset and severely criticized Uncle Ma for more than half an hour!
This man really can't do bad things. As a result, I suffered retribution the next day. I overslept in the morning, and it was almost nine o'clock when I ran to the work, panting.
The first time I was late, I was quite embarrassed and kept apologizing to the boss.
Our company is actually not big, with less than ten people in total. The boss is under his nose every day, which is quite hard to be honest.
Fortunately, the boss was kind and well-organized. He didn't say anything to me, and then asked me to go to the underground parking lot and take his car out for a wash.
In a private company, it is normal to do some work for the boss, so I went to the underground parking lot.
The boss drove a Buick LaCrosse, which was quite impressive at that time. However, the underground parking lot was too dark. I don’t know who designed it. It was eerie and dark.
Those who knew it was an underground parking lot, but those who didn’t knew it thought they were in an ancient tomb.
I groped for the car, opened the door and got in.
But just as I started the car, I suddenly saw a pale woman's face in the rearview mirror, sitting in the back seat.
