In June in Jiangcheng, the chirping of cicadas made the air sticky. In the corridor of Dormitory Building No. 3 Of Jiangcheng University, there is always a smell mixed with instant noodles, sweat and cardboard tape. However, these days, there is a more sour smell of separation and separation - graduation season is here.
My name is Li Ergou. I was lying on the iron frame bed near the door of dormitory 302, staring at the yellowed ceiling fan in a daze. The ceiling fan has been running for four years, and the dust accumulated on the fan blades is more than what I have gained in these four years. There were three unpacked cardboard boxes stuffed under the bed. Inside were my textbooks, clothes, a few pairs of deformed sneakers, and a book with a rolled-up cover called "Principles of Marketing." That was the only thing I could call "professionally related." I remember when I first arrived in Jiangcheng four years ago, I was standing at the gate of Jiangcheng University with a canvas bag on my back, full of longing and feeling that I would definitely be able to gain a foothold in this city in the future. But now, the graduation bell is ringing, and I can hardly find a place to stay.
The screen of the mobile phone lit up, and there was a recruitment notification with the title "Urgent recruitment of collection specialist, no experience to teach, basic salary of 5,000 + commission". I was stunned for a moment, collection specialist? What is that? I clicked on it and took a look. The company's address was in the CBD. It sounded quite high-end, but the word "collection" always reminded me of those vicious people in the news.
In Jiangcheng in June, the wind is hot and my heart is panicked. I don't know where my tomorrow will be, and I don't know how long this road will take.
