Chapter 42: The Hot Recruitment Fair Across the Whole School (32k Requests for Follow-Reading)

"Little Chen, I am the person in charge of the Entrepreneurship Park. Supporting your startup is simply what should be done; a few sets of office desks and chairs are nothing, and I can even get you computers."

Seeing Chen Yansen's face full of suspicion, Cao Dahua puffed out his beer belly and said with a dissatisfied expression.

"Computers are also possible?"

Chen Yansen was slightly stunned, surprised by Cao Dahua's drastically different attitude, and asked with a smile.

"Teaching machines eliminated from the library computer room; if you want them, moving two over for you is no problem."

Cao Dahua grinned.

"Thank you, Director Cao, I can solve the computer issue myself."

Chen Yansen chuckled helplessly, waved his hand, and refused.

Those teaching machines would struggle to play Minesweeper; if processing a slightly larger spreadsheet, they would probably crash immediately.

"Hehe, Little Chen, I brought up the computer matter proactively; it was you who didn't want them. Later, if someone asks, don't pretend not to remember."

Cao Dahua glanced around, leaned forward, and whispered.

Someone asking?

The Dean, or the Principal?

No wonder this old fellow's attitude had such a huge contrast; someone must have given a heads-up in advance.

My plan hasn't even taken shape yet, and someone is already paying attention?

"Director Cao, you are my benefactor; how could I forget your care?"

Chen Yansen played it off with a joke, responding warmly.

Whoever was paying attention, he understood the principle that 'a county official is not as good as the immediate manager.'

"By the way, there is still a water dispenser in the warehouse; do you want it?"

Seeing that he was sensible, Cao Dahua immediately added.

"Then I will not decline the offer."

Chen Yansen thought that if he could get it for free, he would take it; naturally, he wouldn't refuse. This was the benefit of starting a business at school; as long as those above had a use for you, you could always get some free resources.

After he moved the water dispenser to the second floor, Cao Dahua called two free laborers and helped him buy two buckets of purified water from the dorm manager in the adjacent building.

There was no choice; the water in Xucheng was hard. If you didn't want to lose a lot of hair, you could only drink mineral water or purified water.

Approaching nine o'clock, people began to walk to the second floor one after another.

In this era where part-time hourly wages were less than 10 yuan, a monthly compensation exceeding 2,000 yuan, plus Chen Yansen's promise to stamp internship certificates and issue internship reports, still attracted the attention of many junior and senior students.

"Is he the project manager? He looks quite young!"

"Chen Yansen from the School of Journalism, Class of 10; don't you know him? With one move, he snatched the campus general agency from a senior in the third year of the Sports Institute; just by selling campus cards, he probably earned at least this much!"

"One hundred thousand!? I say, buddy, do you believe that yourself?"

The crowd was in chaos, discussing with a cacophony of voices.

Chen Yansen glanced at the time, cleared his throat, and shouted to the noisy crowd: "Students who want to join Senhai, please line up first. Did you bring your resumes? Paper or electronic resumes are both fine."

After speaking, he turned and sat down; directly opposite him, he left an empty chair.

A simple interview room was thus set up.

"Huh? Resumes are required too! It's just a part-time job; is this level of formality necessary?"

"Damn! This guy is so damn pretentious! I'm not interviewing!"

"A freshman, doesn't even call seniors 'senior brother' or 'senior sister'; has no manners at all."

Whispers circulated through the crowd, a few mocking remarks were heard, and some people actually turned and left.

Chen Yansen remained expressionless, his demeanor calm, thinking in his heart: If they didn't even prepare a resume, it was better if they left.

"Students interested in the frontend development position, who will be the first to come?"

Chen Yansen swept his gaze over everyone's faces and said solemnly.

"Chen..."

A male student wearing black-rimmed glasses, of average height, dressed in a red-and-black plaid shirt, stepped forward; however, when he wanted to greet, he didn't know how to address Chen Yansen.

Call him Junior Chen?

Chen Laoban?

Or just call him by his name?

"Just call me Chen Yansen. Give me your resume and introduce yourself first."

Chen Yansen nodded slightly and said with a faint smile.

"Uh, okay. My name is Zhang Wenbo, Computer Science major, a senior this year. I am proficient in HTML, CSS, and JavaScript; I also know a little about frontend frameworks like jQuery..."

Zhang Wenbo pushed his glasses up and spoke in an organized manner.

Daring to come up first, he must have some confidence in himself; his expression was fluent, and his logic was clear when introducing his studies and project experience; it was evident he had put in a lot of effort in his profession.

Although Xucheng College was a second-tier university, there were many students just killing time, but there were also many who were diligent and hardworking.

After the other party finished introducing himself, Chen Yansen put down the resume and asked: "How do you implement a simple image carousel effect using JavaScript?"

What he wanted was not a bookworm who memorized essays by rote, but a core developer who could get straight to work.

"Generally, use a timer to control the image switching frequency, and add control buttons to allow users to switch manually."

Zhang Wenbo thought for a few seconds and answered seriously.

"I have a computer here; can you do it practically?"

Chen Yansen pushed his business laptop over and asked.

"No problem."

Zhang Wenbo nodded confidently, took the computer; there were no programming files on the desktop, but a mobile internet card was inserted.

He skillfully logged into the webpage, downloaded a lightweight JS editor and testing tools, then tapped the keyboard rapidly, coding on the spot.

Seeing this, many students with no hands-on experience quietly slipped away to avoid making a fool of themselves later.

In just ten minutes, Zhang Wenbo pushed the computer back, launched the testing tool, and showed Chen Yansen the code's effect.

Chen Yansen said nothing and continued asking: "How do you optimize webpage loading speed? How do you implement responsive web design? How do you prevent XSS attacks?"

In his previous life, although he came from a business and operations background, during the early stages of starting a company, he had to understand some simple code and product knowledge.

Facing three consecutive questions, Zhang Wenbo was not flustered; he spoke confidently while typing out code to demonstrate.

"Have you had development experience before?" Chen Yansen suddenly asked.

"I interned at an off-campus software company for half a year," Zhang Wenbo replied.

"Monthly salary 4000, two days off every week, six working hours a day. Come report tomorrow. Do you have any other questions?"

Chen Yansen pondered for a moment and immediately gave Zhang Wenbo an offer; he knew there weren't many senior students at this level.

If the salary was set too low, the other party would rather take on outsourcing projects off-campus.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen!"

Zhang Wenbo's face lit up with joy as he stood up to express his gratitude.

He had worked part-time at an off-campus software company and understood the market; other companies might offer higher wages, but they required at least ten working hours a day with only one day off per week.

After deducting rent and food costs, not much would be left.

Where else could one find such comfort as in Senhai, with food and lodging on campus, calculating to a much higher hourly wage?

"4000! Damn! I thought the recruitment notice said 2000-4000, so the salary would be 2000! I didn't expect the highest tier!"

"If we went out to find an internship, could we even get 4000?"

"Don't even think about it. Those off-campus software outsourcing companies treat girls like boys and boys like donkeys!"

As soon as the first offer was made, everyone's enthusiasm for the interviews instantly ignited.

But Chen Yansen's enthusiasm cooled rapidly; most subsequent candidates were average in skill and poor in hands-on ability, with not even one who was passable.

It seemed that hiring Zhang Wenbo was him catching a lucky break.

"Sigh, if this doesn't work, we'll have to do social recruitment."

Chen Yansen thought helplessly.

Just as he was about to continue interviewing backend developers, Song Yuncheng came running with messy hair, stopped, and panting said, "Chen Laoban, I'm here to report."

Chen Yansen glanced at her; her face was pink, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, so he casually said, "You're in charge of collecting resumes."

Song Yuncheng hummed, put down her backpack, and stood straight beside him like Chen Yansen's personal secretary.

Until noon, Chen Yansen still hadn't found anyone satisfactory; he knew he couldn't rush, so he took a deep breath and said to Song Yuncheng, "Congratulations on finding a new job. Do you want to treat me to a meal?"

"Huh!? Are you mistaken? As the boss, shouldn't you be treating?"

Hearing this, Song Yuncheng was stunned and retorted.

"You know I'm the boss; aren't you afraid I'll give you a hard time?"

Chen Yansen crossed his arms and threatened half-jokingly.

"Only the cafeteria is allowed."

Song Yuncheng's chest heaved violently; finally, she forced down a lump of anger and said fiercely.

"What do you do with so much money? Just earn and never spend?"

Chen Yansen teased with a smile.

"Anyway, it's none of your business."

Song Yuncheng held the resumes, followed behind Chen Yansen, and kept muttering: "Heartless boss, just knows how to fleece a poor soul like me!"

"By the way, send me the computer specs you need later."

Chen Yansen turned his head and spoke; seeing her mouth moving but hearing no sound, he frowned and said, "Are you badmouthing me? Calling me a heartless boss? Let me tell you, my ears are very sharp."

"Huh? How could I? How could I possibly scold you?"

Song Yuncheng's mouth hung open, her face full of surprise; then she smiled deviously and denied it, while thinking inside: Wow, can he read minds!

"I can't read minds, but it's written all over your face!"

Chen Yansen made a fist and gently tapped her head, a small punishment.

"Are you going to buy me a computer?"

After Song Yuncheng's brain finally reconnected following a frame drop, she asked with a face full of surprise.

"This is office equipment; what good things are you thinking about? Stop daydreaming, or you'll become stupid!"

Chen Yansen walked ahead and ruthlessly mocked.

"Thank you, Boss!"

Song Yuncheng bowed to him, her eyes full of sincere gratitude.

"Next time, don't be so stingy; just treat me to a good meal at a restaurant," Chen Yansen replied with a light laugh.

Song Yuncheng smiled awkwardly, said nothing, and quickly caught up with Chen Yansen like a little sidekick.

On the other side, the content of Senhai's first offer spread rapidly across campus.

"Six hours a day, monthly salary 4000, and two days off?"

"If I had known, I wouldn't have skipped class. I can't imagine what a fairy life 4000 yuan a month could give me."

"I heard the interviews were extremely strict; in one morning, besides senior Zhang Wenbo, dozens of people were all eliminated!"

"Pengfei, you are the backbone of our department; why don't you try?"

In a junior male dormitory, a boy covered in acne asked his roommate.

"I'm afraid this project won't last a few months, wasting time in vain," Xiang Pengfei thought for a few seconds and looked up to say.

"A few months could earn enough for a year's living expenses! If I had your level, I would definitely go for the interview!"

The roommate urged.

"Startup Park 206, right? Then I'll give it a try."

Xiang Pengfei pushed his glasses up, feeling somewhat tempted.

Similar scenes played out in countless dorms of juniors and seniors; many couldn't even spare time for lunch, all busy revising their resumes.

At the same time, quite a few people sneered at Chen Yansen.

A freshman—on what grounds does he treat seniors as employees?

Isn't it just that he made some money off campus cards? Just wait until he loses it all!

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