Do it again

"Okay, the interview is over, go back and wait for the notification."

Wang Yu pushed the chair back to its original position and left angrily. He rode his little donkey, wore headphones, listened to music, and hung in front of the vegetables he bought on the roadside when he came for the interview, and flew home all the way.

This was his twentieth interview in the past month and a half. He was originally the warehouse manager of an e-commerce company. Unexpectedly, the board of directors fell apart and investors withdrew their capital, leaving the company in a semi-bankrupt state. Unfortunately, because he had no business, he He was fired.

With only a high school degree, it was not easy for him to get into management. He was fired just after the epidemic. There were already few job opportunities. E-commerce companies promoted internally and it was difficult to find the position of e-commerce director. Those who have this position either need a college degree, or they have to move across districts. They are originally trying to make a living in the suburbs of SH City, but the cost of living across districts is too high. At the age of twenty-six, he can't get enough. He is unwilling to start from the grassroots level again, cannot find a suitable job, and does not want to change industries. He is confused every day. It seems that only being able to go to interviews every day can suppress his unemployment anxiety. His parents can only hide it first, and are When I met him at home, he said that the company was on holiday. Apart from interviewing and cooking every day, he was also playing with his mobile phone at home. It seemed that he was trapped in an endless loop. There was no point where he could break the status quo. He was just stuck in it and consumed.

"Black-haired people don’t know how to study hard and they are early, and Bai Shoufang regrets when he was studying." Wang Yu scrolled through the short-view screen and saw this sentence, and he had a lot of thoughts. Suddenly, he remembered some past events in high school, which he thought were very handsome and attractive at the time. The way he dealt with it, what he thought was the face it brought, has affected him for nearly ten years until now. He picked up the phone and called a good friend who he had known for more than ten years.

"Hey, Changhong, do you remember Songsha?"