Song Guinian, a first-class university, a second-class major, and both failed in the public examination.
I had no choice but to cast a wide net and submit my resume to the major recruitment software.
On a sunny afternoon, Song Guinian received a call from an unknown number. A gentle male voice told him about the specific situation of the position.
Song Guinian only heard the first sentence in his mind, "Job, post, that is, send, house."!
Song Guinian packed his bags and moved in, and then found out that his job was actually a neighborhood committee. No, to be precise, it was a demon committee.
The gentle fox male colleague would not quarrel. Every time a demon came to cause trouble, Song Guinian would tightly protect his male colleague behind him. He would argue with other scholars and get a look of admiration when he turned around.
The quarreling monsters twitched their lips. A dead fox wouldn't quarrel? Yes, he usually doesn't quarrel and just beats the demons into silence.
It wasn't until the seventh time his male colleague said his shower was broken that Song Guinian realized something was wrong.
The fox man was so nervous that his tail was almost exposed.
"Did you let the real estate agent deceive you?"
The fox's tail was retracted again.
"I don't know either."
"It must be!"
Purpose: A job that suits you is a good job
