Power and Wealth

The day of the interview.

Dong Xuebin was afraid that the expectations of his mother and aunt Xuan would put too much pressure on him, and he was afraid of bringing any big ups and downs to them. He had never dared to tell them about the interview. In the morning, he drank a bowl of porridge and filled his stomach. Dong Xuebin snuck his forensics and ID cards into the pocket, went out and took a car, and went to the "battlefield” alone.

Baiyun Era Building.

The 22nd floor is filled with platoons of offices, big and small, with signs on every door, seismic bureau, customs. After questioning a passing waiter, Dong Xuebin walked in the direction of her finger to the top and found room 2216 in a blind corner. There was no sign from the Personnel Bureau or the Department of Political Affairs on it, but the words "Hou Quo Room” were affixed in the middle of the door with an a4 paper.

The door was wide open and there was smoke in it.

Look at the watch. It is more than ten minutes away from 9: 00. Dong Xuebin nervously clapped his fist and knocked on the door frame.

“Come in.” It's a man's crude voice.

“Hello, I'm Dong Xuebin and I'm here to interview you today. ”

“Oh, show me your ID. ”

Behind the desk are two middle-aged men in plainclothes, one about 45 years old, tall, one 50 years old and short. After confirming Dong Xuebin's certificate, they waved to him to sit down. Outside the desk, there was only one empty chair, facing two middle-aged people, and a little short of a child's day. After Dong Xuebin sat down, he felt even more nervous. His heart kept pounding.

Soon afterwards, a middle-aged woman walked in, nodded with two tall, short men, and sat behind the desk.

“The time is almost up.” Tall man with a piece of paper in his hand, "shall we begin? ”

Dong Xuebinsheng said a hard word: "… OK. ”

Not to blame him, he wanted to use his own test and written test score, he could get the top three out of the graduates who applied to Guo 'an, but the person in the Department of Political Affairs knew his score on the phone that day, ranked fourth, that is, he was the fourth interviewer, and as long as he didn't pay attention to the question, he was most likely to be replaced by the fifth and sixth place.

This time the NSA has only four seats.

One step wrong, all lost, now Dong Xuebin is facing the biggest challenge of his life!

Over there, the three examiners looked at each other, and eventually the tall man cleared his voice and said seriously: “What do you think of this year's stock market? ”

Coming!

Dong Xuebin's brain spinning fast, he fired stocks, and played with his mother for a while when he still had money at home, so he knew more or less, plus he could hear the dishes and other news on TV news from time to time, Dong Xuebin could answer a lot, but just to open his mouth, he remembered a sentence that Grandpa Hu had told him earlier, don't underestimate every topic, among which there was a deep intention in it.

It's dangerous. I almost analyzed the situation.

They're not supposed to be looking at whether you play stocks or not, but what else.

Dong Xuebin must have been a god, and he opened his mouth in silence. “The big plate was nice in the first half of the year, and he was in a steady and high posture. I think it was a good thing and a bad thing, from an economical point of view..." He brought out an analysis of the national economy from the stock market's face. These are the knowledge that he has been studying with grinding guns for more than half a month, and it was just useful. Uh, of course, if you say color, it's not great. After all, it was copied from the book by cat painting tiger, but at least there should be nothing wrong with the rules.

The conservative spot is the best, so long as we can hold the fourth, the civil servant won't be able to escape.

“… well, I'm done.” Two minutes later, Dong Xuebin took a breath.

Tall man, look at him. "No? ”

Dong Xuebin was a fool, "... gone.” What do you mean? Wrong answer?

The tall man said nothing more, and the short man brushed it on the table with the middle-aged woman, and it seemed like a comment, turning the tall man over the file, apathetically: “If you are a civil servant, the grassroots unit often gives you a lot of advice over the Internet, what do you do? ”

Dong Xuebin considered for a few seconds, suddenly flashed over the fixed pattern sentence that he had recited the day before the big day, which was similar to the "false sky” answer mode. He felt it was more appropriate to use it here. He immediately split up and assembled several sentences in his mind. “At present, the network has become an important channel for gathering public opinion and reflecting people's opinions. Grassroots units can submit their opinions to higher authorities through the network, reflecting questions in a timely manner. As a higher authority, they can react conveniently and quickly...” Throw a bunch of words like back texts, two minutes have passed, “... my answer is complete. ”

Tall man shakes file, "Is that all? ”

Not enough?

Dong Xuebin blinked in boredom and simply continued to get another paragraph from the paragraph he had recited. “If the opinions raised by the grass-roots units are about our working attitudes and working methods, I will gather opinions, convene a departmental meeting, actively correct our working attitudes and working methods, and do good service work, if the grass-roots units…” said another two minutes.

Women and short men bow their heads and write.

Tall men still say the same thing: "Nothing else? ”

The examiner frowned and looked at the tall man beside his head without saying a word.

The short man was steady as Tarzan, knocking the table with a pen and seldom raising his head from the beginning.

“... well, nothing.” Dong Xuebin is depressed, don't mention it again.

The next few questions were, Dong Xuebin consciously answered properly, but the tall man didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong. He always said that after he finished answering, “No? That's it? What about the rest? No?” or something like that, as if Dong Xuebin answered badly. Without saying how you answered, the tone of a tall man alone can easily mislead and influence the scores of the other two examiners.

Stun, who's messing with who? How can you be so choking?

Is that all the interviews for the civil service exam? No, he hasn't heard of it!

Dong Xuebin's heart sinks, knowing how rare he may be this time, and quite sensitive, he smells a deliberate and difficult smell from the tone of a tall man!

Bad!

Bad things!!