Chapter 1: A Dream of Peking University

"The probation period is 1,500 yuan a month. If you perform well, your salary will rise to 1,800 yuan after three months of regular employees. What other questions do you have about the salary?" A young woman with heavy makeup on her face knocked on her freshly made crystal armor and asked Su Cheng impatiently.

Su Cheng shook his head.

"Well, you can come to work next Monday." The girl waved to him to go out and called the next person to come in.

Su Cheng walked out of the door and was not excited to find a job. His family was an oilfield worker. He finally got into a university in Beijing and majored in petroleum. When people in his hometown saw his parents, they said: Your Sucheng is promising, and he will be from the capital in the future.

Unfortunately, the reality is that you will be unemployed after graduation. It is far away to wait for the children of the oil field to recruit workers. Without the city's household registration and no profound background, a student majoring in petroleum in an ordinary university can't be eaten as a meal no matter how good the grades are. PetroChina and CNOOC are even more floating clouds. He can't even get into a slightly larger company. Finally, he kept lowering his expectations and came to such a small logistics company to watch goods and record vehicle traffic in a logistics company with less than 30 people.

Su Xing remembered his parents who had white hair at home. He felt very guilty. He was like this, not to mention taking them to Beijing to enjoy happiness. Maybe he would make them tired in the future.

He was full of worries. As he walked on the road, he didn't notice that a car suddenly rushed out of the road on the left.

With a harsh sound, Su Xing only felt that his body floated gently, and his mind was blank.

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When Su Cheng opened his eyes, he saw a group of guys dressed like migrant workers around him.

A boy in an old-fashioned green military uniform smiled and said, "Su Cheng, don't you brag about your good health every day? Well, it's not August yet. You got heatstroke.

"Where am I?" He didn't know these people at all. How did they know his name was Su Cheng and said that he had heatstroke? Didn't he have a car accident?

"You're stupid! This is the school. You were just looking at the bulletin board when you suddenly fainted. This man wore a white sweatshirt only his father had, and a towel was hung around his neck.

Su Cheng suddenly felt that his head was extremely confused, and countless information poured into his mind. In front of him, his name was Liu Zi, and he was his roommate. He was actually in Peking University now. No, it was not the current Peking University, but the original Peking University. He was a college student in the early 1980s.

He was hit by a car and hit an early Chinese Peking University student with the same name as him.

"It's okay, it's okay. I've been standing for a long time and I'm a little dizzy. I'm all right." Su Cheng refused their help and company, and he had to think about things.

"Well, it's okay, but this bulletin board is not good-looking. It's all companies that no one goes to. Just take a look and go back to the dormitory early." Seeing Su Cheng's insistence, the man in green military uniform pulled the others away without much advice.

Liuzi, who was pulled away, didn't want to leave. He complained, "Wang Ting, why are you pulling me? You know that Liuzi is malnourished and fainted. How can you leave him alone like this?"

"Shut up and clean you up later."

"Su Cheng has strong self-esteem. He sent food stamps and so on to his home. It's not that you don't know. What problems can be solved if you say this face to face? Let's discuss it when we go back, and you can do it." The man in green military uniform dragged Liuzi away.

He seemed to be very prestige, and a group of people followed him.

Wang Ting looked back at Su Cheng, who was standing straight in front of the bulletin board. His back was very thin, and a gust of wind blew. The corners of some over-large clothes on his body floated up, and he looked even more lonely.

Su Cheng didn't pay attention to what they said, and his eyes were completely attracted by the content on the bulletin board.

"P&G... Shell... Panasonic Electric Appliances... International Business Machine Company (IBM)...@#%%@#%%..." This pile of job advertisements is one of the world's top 500. They actually say that it is a non-flowing company. What's wrong with the world!

Without waiting for him to come to his senses, he saw the two men next to him who rolled up their trousers to him discussing.

"Jianguo, do you plan to work as a reporter in the People's Daily?"

"Yes, the people over there are coming. What about you? Has the State Council decided?"

"It's settled. You can go there after you finish your graduation thesis here."

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My grass! What kind of crazy era is this? I think he is also a graduate of a serious university in modern times. Not to mention the State Council, even a state-owned enterprise can't get in. Find a logistics company with 30 people to compete for a job...

"This is not Su Dacai from our Chinese Department. Where are you going? I heard that the General Office of the State Council is picking people. You have a good chance. At that time, we may be colleagues!" The old farmer-like student patted Su Cheng on the shoulder...

"General Office of the State Council? Me?" Su Cheng pointed to his nose.

"No, why, do you have a new idea? Let me guess, Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Customs? If you want me to say, you have a foundation in English, and you have a lot to do to go to the Ministry of Foreign Trade. The man named Jianguo is quite enthusiastic.

Su Cheng opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. In his life, the names of these central organs are far away and magical, and are often only seen in the news.

Now, can you be among them?

"Is there any recruitment for PetroChina?" Su Cheng's ghost asked a question.

"It's the Ministry of Petroleum, right?" The other party said with great understanding, "The Ministry of Petroleum is also a good unit, but you, a liberal arts student, what did you do in the past? If you want me to say, it's better to go to the State Council to write materials, or stay in school.

To stay in school is to be a teacher at Peking University. Su Cheng has begun to feel that his brain is not enough.

At this time, Jianguo kindly reminded him: "If you contact the unit, you should make a decision earlier. Don't pass the time, and you can only obey the assignment."

Assigning work, this kind of thing that can only be thought of in a dream, turned out to be a pain in the eyes of college students at this time. Su Cheng doesn't know whether to cry or laugh...