Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 219 Song Lala's Job Hunting Diary 9

The interviewer was frowning as he looked at her resume.

Song Xianyin sat opposite, quietly watching the scenery outside.

She wished she could really get in; she suddenly liked the place a little.

"Where are you from?" the interviewer suddenly asked.

"A person from City B".

The interviewer nodded: "What were your CET-4 and CET-6 scores?"

Song Xianyin answered honestly.

Then silence fell again.

After so many interviews, Song Xianyin already knew the result of this interview.

She actually encountered someone trying to manipulate KPIs.

If you're not satisfied with her resume, then don't let her come for an interview, okay? The company doesn't reimburse travel expenses.

"Come on, try these questions." The interviewer moved the computer screen.

On the computer, there's a math problem and two grammar correction questions.

"Mental arithmetic," the interviewer added.

This question should have been very simple, but Song Xianyin's mind went completely blank at that moment.

The air fell silent again, and Song Xianyin began thinking about other interviews.

Sigh, those girls even brought cotton dolls with them, this company must be pretty good, but the interviewer isn't interested in her at all.

But she seemed quite interested in their company…

The clock on the wall ticked away, and Song Xianyin felt she should break the deadlock.

"Will I have to do these kinds of questions in my future work?" she asked sincerely.

If that's the case, then she doesn't really like this company.

The interviewer paused for a moment, then said, "No need. Did you even finish it?"

Song Xianyin pretended to have a headache: "I don't know if it's because I have a cold, my mind is a little foggy. These kinds of questions are quite simple."

The interviewer responded, his face showing signs of fatigue, clearly someone who often stays up late.

He quietly explained the solution to Song Xianyin, guiding her step by step to arrive at the correct answer.

Song Xianyin silently shed tears in her heart; she had misunderstood him.

This leader is so nice; she really wants to work for this company.

"Do you have any questions for me?" the interviewer asked, looking at her.

"What kind of employees does your company need?" Song Xianyin hesitated for a moment before asking.

The interviewer paused for a moment, glanced at her resume, and said, "I prefer more experienced employees; training a newcomer is too costly these days."

Song Xianyin silently shed tears in her heart.

It's okay, she has another interview later, not far from here.

As she left, she glanced at the work environment and felt even more upset.

Finding a good job is so difficult these days...

But this shouldn't affect her performance in the interview later.

Song Xianyin sat in the lobby, with several other girls filling out forms next to her.

The most annoying form appeared. The receptionist said that I had to fill in the whole thing, including my parents' names, phone numbers, ID numbers, and home address.

Song Xianyin, a seasoned interviewer, ignored this requirement.

Music was playing at the front desk, and banners were plastered all over the walls.

Performance is dignity!

Prove your worth with results!

Since all the slots are full, let's focus on generating top-performing results.

What about her?

It seems like she didn't find a sales job; she feels like she's stumbled into a pyramid scheme.

Just as she was confused, a unified chant suddenly came from the inner room.

"Okay, very good, excellent, yes~"

The sound was deafening.

Song Xianyin, looking completely bewildered, moved to the side and secretly watched what was happening inside.

A group of people formed a circle, jumping and patting their colleague on the shoulder, shouting, "Keep it up, you've worked hard!"

"We are the best!"

They were smiling, but their eyes held no joy; their faces were etched with exhaustion, making them look somewhat eerie.

Song Xianyin felt as if she had accidentally stumbled into some kind of ritual.

They were chanting slogans and doing exercises, leaving Song Xianyin dumbfounded.

Just then, a girl next to her gently patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't you think something's a little strange here?" the girl asked softly.

Song Xianyin nodded vigorously.

The girl looked a little scared: "Why don't we just leave?"

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would be tricked into going to northern Myanmar.

The two people took the forms and walked to the front desk: "Hello, we're not going to conduct the interview; something came up."

The receptionist was stunned: "Do you two have something to say?"

The two nodded: "We're together."

The receptionist looked a little embarrassed: "Why don't you wait a little longer? The interviewer will be here soon."

The girl took Song Xianyin's hand and placed the watch directly on the table.

"Sorry, we really have something to do."

Before she could react, they put the watch away and ran away.

The two ran breathlessly, fearing that someone was chasing them.

On the subway, the girl said to Song Xianyin, "I wanted to run away from the beginning, but you didn't understand what I meant at the time."

Song Xianyin smiled awkwardly.

She asked why the girl kept staring at her, and then she smiled at her. So that's what the girl meant.

"Next time you encounter someone shouting slogans like this, just run away. There are many fraudulent companies in City A."

Song Xianyin was also a little scared. How come she felt that society was so scary after leaving school?

It would take another hour by subway to get to the hostel. Song Xianyin leaned back in her chair, feeling utterly exhausted.

"Mengmeng, you came to City A to look for a job right after graduation. You're so brave," a girl exclaimed.

The girl in the white shirt smiled shyly: "There aren't many jobs available at home."

The girl, chewing on a lollipop, sighed: "I really envy you. Even though I'm a local, my parents don't feel comfortable letting me work outside."

"I have to sneak around to eat spicy snacks at home; I have no freedom at all."

Listening to the girl's complaints, the girl in the white shirt laughed and said, "Your parents feel sorry for you and don't want you to go out to work."

The girl pouted: "No, they don't care about me at all. They just call me stupid every day and say that I can't live on my own. I'm very independent, okay?"

The girl in the white shirt didn't say anything more. She was carrying a canvas bag, and a section of her resume was sticking out of the bag.

She carefully smoothed out the resume.

"Aren't you tired from looking for a job every day? There are lots of good food and fun things to do in City A. We can go explore together sometime."

The girl was a little excited: "There's a really good French restaurant here, why don't we go there later?"

The girl in the white shirt looked at the prices on her phone, a troubled expression on her face: "Maybe I should just forget about it. I'm almost out of money, and I haven't found a job yet."

The girl looked at her with a wronged expression: "You're going crazy from looking for a job every day. Life is beautiful, don't put so much pressure on yourself."

The two said nothing more.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Song Xianyin felt a lot of pressure, but if those people hadn't been urging her, she wouldn't have felt so much pressure.

No wonder the system stopped urging her; she thought it had suddenly become compassionate.