Chapter 949: Beauty and the Scoundrel

If possible, I'm afraid no one likes to work. Even in various government-owned enterprises and public institutions, the leisurely players who drink tea and read newspapers all day will also feel annoyed. Probably only those few so-called people who realize their life value and pursue their life ideals will like work, and be full of energy, full of drive, and pour chicken soup for their subordinates, giving them so-called positive energy.

But obviously, there is no such "if possible" in the world; there is more helplessness. People live in the modern day, even if they guarantee the lowest living standard, they still need a thousand or eight hundred yuan a month to eat. Except for some who really become homebodies, being taken care of by parents at home, more still have to work hard.

Wanting to satisfy some desires, wanting to have some opportunities, wanting to have some savings, taking care of the family, supporting parents, dealing with diseases. This has actually become the driving force for the operation of society; the upstream needs production, the middle end needs sales, and the masses need to obtain something.

People play various roles in it and exert various different functions. Some people have an annual salary of one million and are difficult to replace; some people have a monthly income of three thousand, and if you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will.

Talent markets, every city has one; this is a place planned by local human resources and social security bureaus according to national policies. It provides a communication place for laborers and employers to help laborers find employment.

With social progress and technological development, more and more online recruitment platforms have emerged, spending huge amounts of money on advertising every year to gain users, make the data look good, and make the valuation or stock price higher.

Although there is some negative news, saying that some job-seeking software has become hookup software, there is no doubt that this is a user problem, not a platform problem itself. People always have ways to turn various products with certain social and communication attributes into software for hookups or providing some special services.

But it cannot be denied that these software indeed facilitate some job seekers and replace the role of the talent market to a certain extent, making the talent market not so lively, and there are no good units, and some places have even become desolate.

As for why it is "to a certain extent," because I don't know who said the sentence "there is no talent in the talent market," which is correct. People here have a label, the so-called "low-end labor," which are job seekers without hard skills, in all industries, all kinds.

Of course, people's channels for finding work are not so single; they can be introduced by acquaintances, they can ask casually on the street, they can also find a place to set up a stall, and so on. The desolation and decline of the talent market is not the disappearance of the job market.

Nanning, as the capital of the Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region, a big city with a population of over 6 million and a GDP of over 300 billion, the situation of the talent market here is naturally not much different from other places in the country. If one must say it is different, it is mostly because this is a film and television world, and there is some influence.

For example, in the talent market here in Nanning, there are quite a few people trying their luck, as well as people doing odd jobs. To a certain extent, this is Nanning's flexible work recruitment market, and relatively speaking, it is more popular.

Amidst the noise, a man with long hair, a military green loose half-sleeve, rice-brown cargo pants, and casual sneakers, with a thin and tall figure, walks on the street on the side of the talent market.

He carries a backpack on one shoulder, and the arms exposed have symmetrical muscle lines, which does not contradict the thinness of his figure, because he wears loose clothes. If it weren't for the exposed muscles, people wouldn't think this is a tall and strong man.

One of his arms is colorful, with some intertwined fierce beast tattoos. People don't recognize many of those fierce beasts. But this doesn't matter; people who like tattoos know it looks very good, and the tattoo artist's craftsmanship is very superb. People who don't like tattoos are naturally staying away.

Wang Yan smokes, looking at the people passing by, and also looking at the signs of each shop. There are quite a few job agencies here, that is, vocational introduction agencies, or in other words, intermediaries, but they are introducing manpower.

If job agencies do well, the next step is labor dispatch, headhunting, consulting companies, etc., which are all about the same meaning. In general, they are still intermediaries.

Walking around like this, finally, seeing a sign of "Youth Job Agency" hanging not far away, he stops his steps, puts out the cigarette in the trash can on the side of the road, and sways toward the Youth Job Agency...

Looking at the people passing by from time to time outside, Xiong Qingchun sits behind the desk, supporting her chin.

She has short hair, permed into big curls, looking very capable. Wearing a tight small vest and jeans, it outlines her full curves.

In the blink of an eye, it has been two days without business. Her brain is calculating all kinds of accounts, rent, food, water, and electricity... It is really more and more distressing to calculate, more and more melancholic, life is so difficult...

Thinking about messy things like this, she can't help but think of her boyfriend far away in England, and her boyfriend's mother who doesn't approve of her. But what does that have to do with it? She didn't think much about it, because what she thought about was the sweetness when they were together.

As she was thinking, she saw a man with a tattooed arm appear outside the door. This made her recover with a start. Based on her observation skills of people in the world, without looking at what the person is like, just with that tattooed arm, this person is already very difficult to deal with.

But what she can't figure out is that, generally speaking, these people have jobs, whether they are decent or not, they can't make big money, but small money should not be bad. Especially the one looking at her outside the shop, who looks to be in his thirties, a person of this age with certain special attributes is basically well-off, and even less likely to come out to find work.

Just as she was silently thinking, the man had already walked in with a smile.

"Hello, looking for work?" Xiong Qingchun controls her mentality, sitting steadily.

"If I'm not looking for work, why would I run here for nothing?" Wang Yan casually throws his backpack on the broken sofa on the side, looking at the environment inside this small room.

There is nothing good to look at, the layout is very simple. A table, a few plastic stools, a broken sofa, a small-screen office computer, and a printer, one can see at a glance that they are second-hand office supplies.

Also removing the daily greeting terms like "Have you eaten," the affirmative questions in interrogative form, and the affirmative answers in interrogative form, they are all equally annoying.

However, Xiong Qingchun doesn't care. She takes out a bottle of mineral water from under the table and puts it on the desk: "Sit down and talk, the weather is quite hot, drink some water to replenish moisture."

Wang Yan follows the trend, sits on the plastic stool opposite her, unscrews the mineral water, and takes a sip.

This treatment is still quite good. After all, no matter how bad this mineral water is, it is wholesale, and it still costs a few cents. Obviously, not everyone can mix a bottle of water here. This shows Xiong Qingchun's attitude, which is to properly fool Wang Mou away.

"Hello, how should I address you?"

"Wang Yan."

"Okay, Mr. Wang, what professional abilities do you have? What kind of work do you want to find?"

"I want to work here. The requirements are not high: provide food, drink, and housing. Also, pay my social security, which is also to prepare for a headache or pain in the future, so it's cheaper to go to the hospital."

"Uh..." What kind of tiger-wolf words are these?

Xiong Qingchun's eyes widen, but she still tries her best to control her emotions, not daring to provoke someone who looks difficult to provoke to find trouble for herself.

"That..."

She weighs her language and says politely and courteously, "Mr. Wang, you have seen it here, it is so simple. Although there are many people in this talent market, not many people like you enter my shop. To tell you the truth, I haven't opened for business for two days. When I do open, it's just introducing a nanny, a security guard, or something, with a hard-earned fee of one or two hundred yuan. Really, I'm not lying to you.

You might not know much about the human resources industry. Now it's the internet age; people are posting resumes online. Who comes to my small broken job agency? Mr. Wang, at a glance, you are a great talent with a chest full of strategies, but my life is really difficult, and I don't even know if I can eat the next meal, so I really don't have the idea of recruiting people."

"You are not only beautiful, but your vision is also good. At a glance, you know I have great talent. You are very good. It seems I have to prove my level to you, to prove that your vision for people is really accurate."

Wang Yan nods in great approval, gets up, takes his backpack, and takes things out one by one.

"This is the National Computer Examination Level 4 Certificate, dual Level 4 for Network Engineer and Database Engineer."

"This is the Junior Accountant Certificate."

"This is the IELTS 8-point Certificate."

"This is the Human Resources Administrator Certificate."

"This is the Enterprise Human Resources Manager Level 3 Certificate."

"This is CMA. Oh, your hollow eyes tell me you don't understand what CMA is. It is the US Certified Management Accountant certification exam. Actually, I originally wanted to take our domestic Certified Public Accountant exam, but because I have a criminal record, I couldn't sign up, so I took the foreign devil's."

"Hmm?" Xiong Qingchun pauses, "That Mr. Wang, I didn't hear clearly just now, did you say... you have a criminal record?"

"Yes, I just came out, and I have no money to spend, so I thought about finding an easy job. These certificates were all taken in prison, and I even got a sentence reduction. However, people wear colored glasses to look at me; they don't recruit me for work, and they don't have a pair of wise eyes like yours, which makes me very disappointed.

Today I met you, and I feel you are not that kind of person. You can discover talent, and you won't let talent slip away. Boss Xiong, you will provide me with a job with social security, food, drink, and housing, right?"

"That... hehe... that Mr. Wang, I might have to disappoint you."

Xiong Qingchun shows an awkward but polite smile. Out of subconscious defense, her body leans back, her butt sits virtually, preparing for emergency avoidance.

She says: "I really didn't lie to you just now. Look, I'm living so miserably myself, I haven't even paid my own social security, I don't even know if I can eat the next meal, I really have the heart but not the strength. Mr. Wang, Brother Wang, have pity on me, don't make things difficult for me. With such great talent, where can't you find a bowl of rice to eat?"

"No, I have to eat at your place."

"Why?"

"You are good-looking."

"Are you being a scoundrel? I tell you, you'd better leave now, or I'll call the police. There is a police station less than a kilometer away, and they can be here in five minutes."

Xiong Qingchun stands up in surprise and anger, retreats to the wall, takes out her phone, operates it "da-da-da," and shows Wang Yan the 110 number on the dialing interface.

"Fierce in appearance but weak in spirit."

Wang Yan comments with a smile, takes a sip of water, takes out a cigarette from his pocket, lights it, and says unhurriedly.

"A person with a wise eye must also have some talent, at least a brain that is not stupid. Don't be so irritable, sit down and talk. I give you eight guts, and you wouldn't dare to trouble the police comrades to run a trip. I haven't done anything, have I? At most, they will educate me orally, and then file a case for me, which is painless. But you have offended me; aren't you afraid of my revenge?"

"Look, I am tall and strong, have tattoos, and was just released from prison after a criminal conviction. Look at this computer certificate; its gold content is not that high, I master higher technology. I now know your name, and I know you are a self-employed person who registered a job agency. Then you can't run away in the future. Note, what I mean is that you can't hide anywhere in the world."

Seeing Xiong Qingchun swallowing her saliva in horror, sticking tightly to the wall, Wang Yan shakes his head amusedly.

"Scared now? I was just teasing you; I don't have such advanced skills. Sit, let's have a proper chat." Seeing she didn't move, Wang Yan reined in his smile. "I said sit!"

"Brother, look at you, just sit, right? Don't be so serious, I'm scared. I see you are a good person, and there must be a reason for you to be caught. After all, there are so many unjust, false, and wrong cases, don't you think? Brother, how about this, I have three hundred yuan here, consider it my treat for you to eat and smoke. I only have this much in my hand. Really, if I give you this money, I don't know how to live these few days..."

Wang Yan shakes his head: "Don't think I'm a scoundrel just because I went to prison. There are so many charges in the Criminal Law, and some are relatively mild. Speaking of which, I was also unlucky. You say I was driving well, but there was someone in front moving slowly. I wanted to change lanes to overtake, so I honked to remind him to speed up and let me pass. As a result, he got energized and kept changing lanes to block me."

"My temper is not very good, and I can't stand this grievance. At that time, I stepped on the gas, hit his car, and then he and I went to the side of the road to reason. That was a social person, colorful all over, taller than me, quite fat, can be called broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with a beautiful woman following him, very fierce. Maybe because there was a woman by his side, he didn't want to lose face, or maybe he felt he was strong and not losing out."

"After parking, we both got out of the car. He came over and pushed me, and scolded me. Oh, by the way, my life experience is quite unfortunate; my parents died early. You know, people scold others with their parents, and he scolded very ugly. So I hit him with a craniocerebral injury, broke his five limbs, broke six ribs, and had spinal injury. His life is over, and he has no chance to show off again."

"Then I was prosecuted by the local public security organ for intentional injury, sentenced to five and a half years, and locked up in Beihai. In prison, because I performed well, actively reformed, and took quite a few certificates, I got two sentence reductions and was released one year early."

Wang Yan babbled a bit, and thinking about it, he also felt it was very boring, because he really stayed for four years...

"Sorry, Brother, I still don't quite understand. What does this have to do with you having to work here?" Xiong Qingchun is still very careful. Two scoundrels fight, one scoundrel is beaten half to death, so how is the victorious scoundrel a good person?

"I am explaining to you that I am not a scoundrel, not a bad person, you don't have to be so scared. As for why I have to work under you..."

Wang Yan sighs, "Actually, it's not complicated. I am thirty years old this year, not young anymore, and still alone, wanting to marry a wife. I see you are quite beautiful, and passing by the door, I have a feeling of love at first sight. It just so happens that you are a small boss, so isn't it the best of both worlds for me?"

"This joke is not funny."

"Do you think I look like I'm joking?"

"I have a boyfriend, and our relationship is very good. And I really have no money, really can't provide you with a job, Brother, let me go."

"If you have a boyfriend, you can break up. The rhythm of society is too fast now, and people's hearts change fast. Maybe one day, you two will be finished, and then it will be my turn. It's okay, I can wait for you."

"Look, Brother, you also said it yourself, people's hearts change too fast. You see me as good now, but in a few days, maybe it will change, don't you think?"

"Then let's talk about it in a few days." Wang Yan takes out his ID card from his backpack, "Here, hurry up and handle my entry, pay my social security next month."

"Brother, I really..." Xiong Qingchun is about to cry. Is this too scoundrel-like? Do scoundrels bully weak women like this?

"I know you still think I'm a scoundrel in your heart, still think I'm not a good person. Don't say I didn't give you a chance. If you are still dawdling, I will really be a scoundrel, hurry up! Give me the contract."

Xiong Qingchun starts with a start, picks up Wang Yan's ID card, and says carefully: "Can we not pay social security first? I really can't afford it. I also don't have money to pay your salary, and providing food and drink is not easy, and you can only make do with housing here."

"I don't want anything else, just pay the medical insurance and pension insurance, which is only a few hundred yuan, so it's settled."

"Oh my..."

"You can call the police."

"Handle, handle, handle, can't I handle it? I'll type the contract now."

Xiong Qingchun really has no way. Meeting a real scoundrel, no method works. Unless she is very strong and can make Wang Yan fear, but obviously, she doesn't. Then Wang Yan doesn't need to use any special means; daily painless harassment can make her have a nervous breakdown.

She can't reason, and she doesn't have the guts to refuse.

Since she has already decided, Xiong Qingchun is also afraid of the scoundrel's bad temper, so she quickly prints it out using the standard labor contract template and completes the legally binding signing with Wang Yan.

Wang Yan reads it once with satisfaction and stuffs the contract into his bag.

"Boss Lady, I'm hungry. If there are two more bottles of iced beer, it would be even better."

Xiong Qingchun takes a deep breath... ===== CHAPTER 950 =====