"Hello, may I ask, are you recruiting programmers here?"
"Sorry, our company does not accept offline inquiries. If you are interested in applying for a job, you can put your resume into our mailbox."
"I can give it to you on the spot..."
"Sorry sir, don't embarrass us."
…………
This is the fourth time he has failed. Zhao Feixin is not without ability. He still has some skills in his mind. Unfortunately, without academic qualifications, it is useless.
Nowadays, in all walks of life, there are so many graduates every year, and the competition is fierce.
He is capable, but not to the point of being arrogant.
After hitting the wall many times, Zhao Feixin had no choice but to give up technical work.
He turned his goal to English education institutions:
"Hello, do we still need a foreign language teacher here?"
The receptionist looked him up and down, looking at his dark skin and thin appearance, with a hint of disdain hidden in his eyes:
"Sorry, we are no longer hiring here."
"But my spoken English is pretty good. Do you want to listen to it..."
Zhao Feixin quickly gave him a spoken word.
The other party naturally heard that he spoke foreign languages well, but he still refused:
"I'm sorry, sir, our school requires a good image and temperament. Although your spoken English is indeed good, but..."
The meaning was already clear, Zhao Feixin had no choice but to leave.
For the first time, he discovered that as an ugly person, he didn't even have the opportunity to get a good job.
As soon as he went out, Song Heqing leaned beside him.
"Let's change to something less demanding."
"What else can I exchange for?"
"There are plenty of job opportunities, as long as you are willing to do it."
Zhao Feixin was silent. He was just a little unwilling and had a lot of resentment towards the man in front of him.
It's all the other person's fault for causing him to be like this.
Song Heqing didn't care what he thought at all, he just wanted him to suffer.
Finally, he reluctantly worked as a cook in a restaurant.
Since the eldest son of the Zhao family became a vegetative state, the entire family has been in a low-pressure environment.
Many people from the side branch suggested adopting their children to Zhao's father, but they all argued so hard that they were all blocked.
At the reminder of a friend, Zhao's father found people in the metaphysical community and offered him a large price to look after the child.
"Mr. Zhao, this is Daochang Huang."
The person who came was a fat Taoist priest with a face like a pumpkin. He was about 1.7 meters tall, but he looked round.
There are also two mustaches on his mouth.
At this moment, the master is panting:
"Oh, I'm so exhausted."
Father Zhao was a little confused and looked at the introducer: "What's wrong with this master?"
"That's right, the elevator is being repaired. Master and I climbed the stairs."
Father Zhao: "This is the twentieth floor, so why don't you breathe?"
The introducer spread his hands: "We arrived at nine o'clock, and it's almost eleven o'clock now."
The feeling was crawling for more than an hour.
No wonder.
"Huh?" Father Zhao came back to his senses:
"But I took the elevator up at ten o'clock..."
Master and introducer:…………
"Forget it, it's useless to talk more. Let Pindao see your son first."
The fat Taoist changed the topic and moved to the hospital bed.
It only took one glance to tell that Zhao Feixin's soul was gone.
Chubby Potato put his hand on his forehead and recited a spell, and he did notice a difference:
"My son's soul was taken away by someone. I'll try to summon the soul. It might be useful."
"That's great, please, Master."
"Call the Taoist priest."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Taoist priest, Taoist priest."
The fat Taoist priest opened the altar, drew yellow symbols, burned paper, shook the bell, and began to shout:
"Zhao Feixin, on the streets and alleys, go home. Zhao Feixin, on the streets and alleys, go home..."
Song Heqing, who was delivering takeout, noticed something was wrong, counted it with his fingers, and said disdainfully:
"With this level of cultivation, I still have the nerve to learn from others how to open an altar. Forbidden!"
Zhao Feixin, who was washing potatoes in the kitchen, felt a sudden severe pain in his head and almost fell into the basin.
The chef who was cooking next to him stopped shaking his spoon and hurriedly came over to help him:
"You kid, you tell me when you're tired, you have to be brave."
Zhao Feixin's eyes were blurred and his face was pale, as if he was about to die.
"Child, don't scare me!"
Others in the kitchen also noticed this and came up with ideas. The dishwashing lady gave some advice:
"Pinch someone, quickly pinch someone else."
The chef pinched the other person with his greasy hands.
At this moment, a light flew through the door and entered his body.
Zhao Feixin opened his eyes suddenly.
Almost at the same time, far away in the high-end ward of the hospital, the altar suddenly exploded, and the fat Taoist priest lay back:
"oops."
Father Zhao and the introducer were both shocked and rushed to help him.
It took them a lot of effort to lift up this mountain of meat.
The fat Taoist priest muttered:
"awesome!"
Father Zhao:
"Taoist Priest, what's going on?"
"The evildoer who kidnapped your son is too powerful. I am a poor man who took the first step. Please hire someone wiser!"
"Oh, Taoist Priest! Don't leave."
What responded to him was the huge figure retreating into the distance.
Father Zhao was desperate. After a while, he regained his morale and dialed the phone:
"Assistant, help me find a master, one with a high level of cultivation! Money is not an issue!"
Zhao Feixin's episode earned him a precious day off.
He lives in a collective rental house where migrant workers come from all over the world.
As the eldest young master, he had never thought that an eighty-square-meter house could be divided into nine rooms with partitions.
He spent more than two thousand to rent the smallest one.
There is only a bed in the room, and it is difficult to turn around. Fortunately, the body is thin and there are few clothes.
Even the money for renting a house was lent to him by Song Heqing.
It's itchy again.
Zhao Feixin covered her arms and took out a plastic bag from the bedside, which was filled with glutinous rice.
He grabbed a handful and put it on his left arm without hesitation.
"Zi la!"
Instantly, there was a noise like barbecue, and black smoke came out of the arm.
The stench is unpleasant.
After a few minutes, the smoke dissipated, and Zhao Feixin was already sweating profusely.
After these days of treatment with glutinous rice, the scratches on my left arm have gradually turned from black to red, and some new flesh has grown.
Once the senses are restored, given time, the remaining corpse poison can be completely eliminated.
Of course, this is only for external application, and there are also various medicines and ingredients for internal use, all of which are kept in Song Heqing's account.
It will be paid back later.
Rest for a while and then treat the wound on the other side.
Since the room was not soundproof, Zhao Feixin was annoyed by the noise from the bed next door, so she simply went downstairs to hang out in the middle of the night.
This community is close to the station, and there are really a lot of people in the evening.
There are also many snack vendors.
As he walked along, various scents were like hooks, drawing out the greedy food in his stomach.
The "junk food" that he usually didn't even look at was now irritating his stomach.
Touched his pocket.
The desire in my heart was instantly poured with cold water.
The money Song Heqing borrowed from him was almost spent.
Suddenly, someone spoke:
"Brother, can you do me a favor?"
Zhao Feixin knew by reputation that she was a woman.
This woman looked very charming, but she gave him a different feeling. He asked tentatively:
"are you a foreigner?"
"Yes, I am from Siam and came here to travel, but I got lost and just found the hotel. My luggage is in a shop in an alley. Can you help me get it?"
In the face of international friends, Zhao Feixin used to be really helpful, not to mention a beautiful woman.
Now he has too much time to take care of himself and is preparing to refuse.
The woman took out two bills and said softly:
"Here's a tip for you."
Zhao Feixin:
"Lead the way."
Song Heqing, who was delivering takeout in the distance, his eyelids twitched:
"What the hell is that brat doing?"
He calculated again, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly turned the car around:
"not good!"
