Being a translator had always been her dream, but the prospect of working under Mu Shuoqian’s watchful eyes made her sowhat rebellious.
Moreover, aren’t all the people in his office just ’masters’?
Gu Qili sat down and seriously read through the job requirents. Since it was aid at recent graduates, it did not require work experience, but there was one requirent she did not et yet – a certificate of proficiency in French at level eight.
Even if she passed the exam, the results would take two months to co out, and the job fair would start very soon. She was afraid it might be too late.
However, since such an opportunity was presented before her, she decided to give it a try.
Back at the university, Gu Qili shared her desire to apply for the job with Mickey, who raised his hand in agreent, expressing that if one could develop a career in such a large corporation, the future would be limitless. Not to ntion being a translator in the president’s office; people close to the president wouldn’t be too bad off.
Mickey said, "It’s already been announced on the intranet. The group will hold a special recruitnt fair at our school in one month. You better get your resu ready."
"What about you? Is there a position you’re interested in?"
Mickey shook his head: "I want to be a Taekwondo instructor."
"So you’ve studied foreign languages for so many years in vain?"
"What you study doesn’t necessarily dictate your career. I like Taekwondo, but I’m afraid my mom won’t agree. She also wants to be a translator, saying it earns more money so I can support my brother’s education and help out with family expenses."
"Whether you want to be a translator or not, just send in a resu. It can’t hurt to have the experience."
Mickey agreed with a laugh, "Anyway, it’s not like they’d hire . The hiring standards are too high."
The two chatted and laughed on their way to the dormitory. Halfway there, they ’accidentally’ ran into Hu Jiaojiao, who seed to have been waiting there for a long ti, a thin layer of sweat visible on her pale face.
"Qiqi." Seeing them coming, Hu Jiaojiao imdiately greeted them with a smile.
Gu Qili narrowed her eyes slightly; she had seen thick-skinned people, but never soone as shaless as her. It seed the two slaps she gave her last ti were not hard enough, or otherwise, Jiaojiao wouldn’t dare to appear before her so shalessly.
"Qiqi, are you guys heading back to the dorm? I was just about to head back too. Let’s go together," Hu Jiaojiao said as she tried to link arms with Gu Qili.
Gu Qili sidestepped with disgust, bluntly keeping her distance: "Don’t touch . Shalessness is contagious, and I don’t want to catch it."
Hu Jiaojiao bit her bright red lips, her voice quivered with a pretense of grievance: "Qiqi, I know I was wrong. I have no more dealings with Deng Feifei. Won’t you forgive ?"
Ha, Deng Feifei is now like a phoenix that has fallen from grace, only caring for herself and no longer having the ti to deal with her.
For Hu Jiaojiao, anyone without utilitarian value deserves to be crushed underfoot and then kicked away, as far away as possible.
Gu Qili couldn’t be bothered to watch her act pitiful and pulled Mickey’s hand to leave.
"Qiqi, I really have sothing to discuss with you." Hu Jiaojiao was slim but surprisingly strong; she grabbed Gu Qili’s backpack, her knuckles turning white from the grip, refusing to let go.
"It’s about Yishu," Hu Jiaojiao emphasized, fearing Gu Qili would walk away.
Gu Qili sneered, "What now, planning on getting an abortion?"
Hu Jiaojiao’s face flushed and paled by turns but still maintained a facade of quiet endurance, "Qiqi, if you agree to my terms, I’ll tell you about Yishu’s matter, it’s really, really important."
Gu Qili didn’t care for her at all; a liar will never spit anything worthwhile.
"Qiqi, please don’t apply for the French translator position at the group, because... I want to give it a try."
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