The days when I sold coal in the coal mine

Chapter 3 The long-lost interview notice
"May I ask who are you? What's the matter?" When Zhang Xiaobei heard this, he spoke in a correct and round Beijing accent!It's weird.

But at any rate, I was the chairman of the student union. I have seen the scene before, and my brain can keep up with it. I quickly reacted: "Oh, hello! That's it. There is no news feedback, I just want to ask, is there any hope for me to enter your organization?"

"Oh——" The other person seemed to think for a while, and then continued: "I have been on a business trip recently, and I haven't checked the information in this area. In this case, you can send me a copy of your resume! Then we will talk, May I?"

Zhang Xiaobei couldn't figure out this routine. Couldn't the electronic resume that was sent out be printed out?

Despite this, Zhang Xiaobei quickly wrote down the other party's name and address, and planned to mail the resume to this address the next day.

But Zhang Xiaobei still admired in his heart, the name of the person who was talking to him was really grand, called "Mr. How earthy the soil is.

However, although they did not refuse, they asked me to send my resume instead. Does this also mean that there is hope?But what about the electronic resume he submitted?

What about him!Just let me send it!

The next day, Zhang Xiaobei got up at 8 o'clock. Mailing resumes is very important, and maybe it will be done!Although after arriving at the post office, the mail may not go so fast, but anyway, my attitude is already very formal, and if it fails, it is not my fault.

Seek peace of mind!
After that, there was another long wait.Now I have told others my mobile phone number and so on. He can't say that he can't receive the work done by the post office anymore.

And so it went, another week passed.

That night, Zhang Xiaobei had dinner, he was bored, his girlfriend was going to take an elective class, so he went to accompany her to class.To say that his girlfriend is also fierce enough, she is obviously an art student, but she chose an elective course of "Principles of Automobile Engines".

Zhang Xiaobei was really not interested in mechanical things, so he took out his mobile phone and lay down on the desk in a daze.

This mobile phone was also considered popular at the time, Amoi A8. At that time, it had a nice name called "dancing mobile phone". The two corners of the mobile phone were flat and could be placed on a flat surface.

As long as a call comes, even the ringtone and vibration will circle on the desktop. This is a mobile phone that can dance.

I forgot to mention another point. At that time, mobile phones could not sing, and ringtones made by real people were too rare. This mobile phone has 24 chords, which is already very beautiful.

Holding this mobile phone, Zhang Xiaobei often felt that he was like the sword-carrying guards around the ancient emperors. When he went out and walked in the palace, he would dangle a knife with him. It was simply awesome.

But when Zhang Xiaobei was so bored, the dancing phone actually started dancing...

The caller ID showed an unfamiliar phone number, and the number range should not be a local number, so Zhang Xiaobei's spirit suddenly gathered.All the boredom disappeared in an instant.

At that time, mobile phones only had a caller ID function, which was not as smart as it is now, and can display the area where the number is located, so let alone harassing calls. There was no such concept at that time.

Anyway, it wasn't his class, so Zhang Xiaobei picked up his phone and walked out of the classroom.

"Hello!" Zhang Xiaobei pressed the answer button.

"Hello! Are you Mr. Zhang Xiaobei?" The other party's very magnetic voice came.

"Hello, hello! I am, I am." Zhang Xiaobei couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and all the words were repeated twice.

"That's right. I'm a staff member of the Human Resources Management Department of Jinsheng Coal Industry. Excuse me, you sent your resume to our leader, right?"

Zhang Xiaobei forced himself to calm down: "Yes, some time ago, I mailed a resume to a gentleman named 'Zhang Dongmi' in your unit."

"Hehe, that's right!" Why did the other party's voice have a hint of wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

But then the voice continued: "It's like this. Zhang is always the secretary of the board of directors of our unit. We call him 'Secretary of the Board' for short. Now he is the leader in charge of human resources in our unit."

Zhang Xiaobei's first reaction when he heard this was that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. This rural kid knows too little, and he actually took his position as his name, how embarrassing it would be.

Fortunately, the other party didn't mind this matter, but continued: "This time it's like this, tomorrow we will participate in a job fair in the capital of Tang Province. If you have time, Mr. Zhang would like to See you alone at 4 o'clock in the afternoon."

What?see youStill alone?

Zhang Xiaobei's excitement is more than a little bit at this time, this is the rhythm of special moves.

"If I have time, I will definitely be there on time." Zhang Xiaobei tried his best to hide his excitement.

"Well, that's it. When the time comes, you can go directly to room 1013 of Tianhao Yuanjing Hotel." The other party has already told Zhang Xiaobei the meeting place, ah no, it's the meeting place.

However, Zhang Xiaobei seemed to catch a trace of familiarity when he heard the other party's voice.

"Hello, I have written down the matter. Can I ask you another question?" Zhang Xiaobei opened his mouth tentatively.

The other party did not refuse, but said lightly: "What's the problem, tell me."

"I hear your accent, it seems to have a taste of Hebei Province!" Zhang Xiaobei thought to himself that a relationship with a lesbian must not break the law.

"Yeah, I'm from Hebei Province, why are you too?" There was also a trace of interest in the other party's voice.

"Yeah, yeah... I'm from Hebei province..." He said the authentic Hebei dialect, and the relationship between the two seemed to get closer.

Next, Zhang Xiaobei inquired again, what is Mr. Zhang's personality, what is his temper, what are his hobbies?

At the end of the call, the other party still told Zhang Xiaobei an almost definite news: Mr. Zhang is interested in you, and he went to show himself well. He went there just to take a test to see how his writing is.

Oh, it turned out that this phone call was an interview notice.

(End of this chapter)