The sea breeze in November is like a knife going into my neck.
Lin Yuan squatted on the edge of the curb, holding a plastic box with both hands. Inside was a discounted lunch box he had just bought from a convenience store.
"Huh..."
A breath of hot breath came out and was instantly blown away by the wind.
Lin Yuan is twenty-four years old and graduated from an ordinary second-tier university two years ago. On the day of graduation, he wore a rented bachelor's uniform, put his arm around his roommate's shoulders, and smiled heartlessly at the camera, feeling that the sky was high and birds could fly.
But reality slapped him hard.
No less than two hundred resumes were submitted, but either came to nothing, or the interviewer raised his eyebrows and asked him: "We only have 985 and 211 for this position. What advantages do you think you have?"
Advantage?
