pjbooks Chapter 6 Job Recommendation Letter
Chapter 6 Job Recommendation Letter
"Just as I thought, the reputation is intimidating, but it can't kill anyone but itself," Lu Yan muttered to himself.
The next second, he stopped speaking, but a smile kept spreading across his face:
"But in this world, there is no qigong that can increase one jun (30 jin) of strength by cutting oneself with a knife!"
Even if I could have it, it wouldn't be something I could obtain. Even if it were in the hands of an ordinary person, it would probably be seized by trickery or force.
Those who dare to cultivate with a clear conscience are from wealthy and powerful families in Haicheng, and from extraordinary figures and luxurious families like Guo Xiaohuai!
Hahaha, to hell with the magic pills, to hell with Liu Liangping and the 8888 yuan training camp, to hell with "nothing is more shameful than being lowly, and nothing is more tragic than being poor"! From now on, I will envy no one!
The so-called "Slaying the Candle Dragon" is actually the Rubik's Cube's empowered attack not being released, but instead "slashing" towards oneself from the outside in, vibrating the limbs, bones, internal organs, and marrow, like ultrasonic cleaning to clean teeth, cleansing the whole body, which can not only increase qi and blood and replenish the foundation, but also integrate the strength of the whole body. It is truly a wonderful method to temper the body.
Lu Yan frowned slightly, looking troubled: "The premise is that the nutrition must be adequate."
Such a dramatic transformation, even with beef jerky constantly in his mouth, might not be enough. He would inevitably have to spend money on things like Blood Qi Pills, Golden Spear Pills, and Pills within Pills, which are traditional Chinese medicine remedies for replenishing blood and qi.
Yes, they are much cheaper than Lingxi Pills, but each one still costs one or two thousand yuan. An ordinary worker would have to save for half a year to afford meat for their child.
Money, still short of money! But where can I get it?
We can't be like that Liu Tong, who robbed people on the road and injured people with violence. It is said that he was also involved with the children of a big shot. Now he is being chased and living in fear, unable to even get a peaceful night's sleep.
Moreover, this does not align with Lu Yan's values and morals.
As if remembering something, Lu Yan held the envelope up and shook it.
With a "thud," a square piece of white cardstock fell out. Each side of the cardstock was patterned with a large golden bird, resembling a wedding invitation his mother had received. Lu Yan opened it and looked:
"Letter of recommendation for Lu Yan's employment"
To: Mengcheng City Safety Production Bureau
Relevant comrades:
We hereby recommend Lu Yan for a position at your esteemed organization. Lu Yan possesses a firm commitment to her profession, solid professional skills, and extensive practical experience, making her an outstanding individual. Our organization believes that Lu Yan has the comprehensive qualities and development potential to fulfill the requirements of this position.
Date: The first day of the twelfth lunar month, 1999.
Lu Yan felt increasingly ashamed as he looked at the resume. He clearly knew nothing about safety production, not even where to put a fire extinguisher or how to turn it on. As for his "stronger practical experience" and "qualifications for the job," they were just empty boasts. Apart from the name matching, everything else was completely wrong, even more outrageous than the resume submitted by Li Daqiang downstairs.
And that mysterious recommending organization only had "my unit" listed, without even specifying names or identities, it was like a joke.
Could it be that my late father saw this from some telephone pole?
These filthy swindlers who forge documents not only cheat the living, but given the chance, they probably won't hesitate to cheat the dead either.
How many masters does a dead man have? Can he delay our business?
Lu Yan hesitated, wondering whether he should take it seriously. When his head started to ache, he felt sleepy and tired, and he quickly fell asleep without even taking off his clothes.
The next morning,
A misty white fog covered the glass, and sparse sunlight filtered through the glass, scattering onto the rock-covered pillow.
Lu Yan slowly woke up and subconsciously glanced at the alarm clock; it was 6:20.
Only then did I realize that I had taken off my coat at some point, dried it, and folded it neatly to the side.
Most likely it's the mother.
Lu Yan knew perfectly well that she was definitely not home at this time. Selling vegetables was a job that required getting up early and working late, and the money was earned through hard work. On weekdays, they had to get up at four or five o'clock to pick up and prepare the goods, and six or seven o'clock was the peak time for people to come. If they missed half an hour, they would have worked for nothing all day.
I got dressed, washed up, did two rounds of the ninth set of radio qigong, quickly ate breakfast, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and went out the door.
A sudden rush of cold air made Lu Yan cough, and he quickly went downstairs, taking a side path and jogging along the way.
It wasn't going to school, it was going to Wang Kai's house.
Fortunately, it was nearby. Fifteen minutes later, Lu Yan knocked on Wang Kai's door, chatted and laughed with the sleepy-eyed Wang Kai for a few minutes, and then went to find Wang Xiuying, who was listening to the radio and wiping her face with a towel.
"Uncle Wang, may I borrow your shirt and suit for the day? I'll iron them and return them to you tonight."
Wang Xiuying immediately dropped the towel. "Ah, is that so? Wait a moment."
Before long, Lu Yan was dressed neatly. Wang Xiuying was nearly 1.8 meters tall, three or four centimeters taller than Lu Yan at this time, so the suit on Lu Yan looked rather bulky, like a big kid who had stolen his father's clothes.
Lu Yan looked in the mirror for a while, then immediately took out a pencil and blackened all the downy mustache between his lips before nodding in satisfaction.
"Not bad, very energetic." This is Wang Xiuying.
"Hey, Yan-ge, dressed like that, are you going on a blind date later... Ouch!" This was Wang Kai, who then received a light but firm rap on the head from the former.
Slipping on his boat-like leather shoes, Lu Yan asked Wang Kai for a day off and then staggered away.
After a series of rides and transfers, Lu Yan stood in front of the gray, square building of the Safety Production Bureau.
After taking a few steps in front of the door, Lu Yan glared at everyone, raised his head, and stepped inside expressionlessly.
"Da da da!"
These shoes were really too big, so much so that with every step, the heels of the leather shoes slammed onto the marble floor with a startling sound. Lu Yan, suppressing his embarrassment, stopped in front of a middle-aged, balding man with wrinkled clothes who was squatting downstairs smoking, and asked:
"Big...brother, could you...could you please tell me where the onboarding department for new employees is?"
The middle-aged, balding man sized him up for half a minute, then stubbed out his cigarette and said, "Let's go, I'll take you up." As he walked, he muttered to himself, "This batch of new recruits is no good; they're even taking students who've just been weaned..."
Standing behind him, watching the man's sparse hairs sway back and forth, Lu Yan couldn't help but think to himself in embarrassment, "You've only just been weaned, you're still a student, I stopped drinking milk sixteen years ago!"
The middle-aged man was quite the chatterbox:
"Brother, my name is Cheng Qiang, Cheng as in program and Qiang as in rapist."
"Brother, you look unfamiliar. Where did you work before? Did you just graduate from a qigong university? Didn't you pull some strings? How did you end up in this godforsaken place?"
"Montene is great everywhere, except the food is too fishy."
"Want a smoke? Want one?"
Lu Yan smiled and politely declined, "I don't smoke."
Cheng Qiang withdrew his hand from offering the cigarette, half-jokingly saying, "Brother, is that beard painted on? I must say, it looks pretty good. The clothes are wrong too; there's even a hidden police station sign on them."
The police station is looking for Director Zuo to handle something? Is it about Liu Tong?
"Is that guy surnamed Chi in such a hurry? He's practically a Grandmaster, and all he does is lose a daughter. People die in Mengcheng every day, what difference does one more make?"