Wen Jiaxuan’s university classmates could be roughly divided into three types.
The first type, those who went straight into employment after graduation.
The second type, those who tried postgraduate or civil service exams but failed and then entered the job market.
The third type, a very small minority, succeeded in the postgraduate or civil service exams.
Among these three types, regardless of which one, they all go through at least one interview. But unfortunately, Wen Jiaxuan, much like Qian Wuyou, belongs to the fourth type. Up until now, neither of them has participated in any interviews, let alone having a decent resume.
Originally, in Wen Jiaxuan’s plan, after passing the civil service written exam, he would enroll in an interview training program to improve his interview skills. However, he failed the civil service exam directly, and that plan went out the window.
So, at this moment, young comrade Wen Jiaxuan was scratching his head, nearly bald, not knowing how to fill in the self-assessment section of his resume.
Confidence?
What does he have to be confident about? Compared to Wu Zehao, he was inferior in every aspect, completely crushed.
Bright and optimistic?
He’s not a sunflower; shining a little light on him won’t make him radiant.
Hardworking?
…He seemed a bit pampered.
Wen Jiaxuan slumped in the armchair, feeling helpless. He wondered what was wrong with him, making him return to this torment.
“Still haven’t sent your resume?” Wu Zehao passed by Wen Jiaxuan and, on a whim, leaned down. However, Wen Jiaxuan hastily closed his computer.
“Wait a bit longer,” Wen Jiaxuan said nervously.
“You’ve graduated from college, and you don’t even have a resume?” Wu Zehao rested his elbows on the armchair’s back, smiling, and asked.
“I… I’m in the process of writing it,” Wen Jiaxuan’s ears turned slightly red as he spoke, not daring to look at Wu Zehao.
“Send it to me before noon,” Wu Zehao said, pausing for a moment. “If you can’t, then you can leave.”
Wen Jiaxuan turned his head in frustration, thinking, why was he like this, giving hope and then taking it away? He couldn’t help but complain, “You didn’t really want to keep me here in the first place.”
So that was why you’re deliberately making things difficult for him.
Wu Zehao didn’t deny Wen Jiaxuan’s accusation. He chuckled lightly and calmly asked, “Then let me ask you, why should I keep you here?”
“I…” Wen Jiaxuan instinctively opened his mouth but immediately closed it.
Indeed, why should Wu Zehao keep him here? It had always been his one-sided desire to stay. If he considered it from another perspective, what reason did Wu Zehao have to do so?
If Wu Zehao were a Bodhisattva, that would make sense, but Wen Jiaxuan knew that this editor-in-chief was definitely someone who disliked trouble.
“What about you?” Wu Zehao continued following Wen Jiaxuan’s words. He extended his hand, pinching Wen Jiaxuan’s chin. “Apart from having a decent face, do you have any other strengths?”
Wen Jiaxuan was momentarily stunned. He felt like Wu Zehao was praising him, but at the same time, he was making fun of him.
Wu Zehao let go of Wen Jiaxuan’s chin and continued, “If I find a wife, she can do the laundry and cooking for me. What about you? Can you warm the bed?”
Wen Jiaxuan bit his lip, his eyes reddening slightly. “If you want me to leave, you can just say it directly. There’s no need to tease me like this.”
Wu Zehao fell silent for a moment, sighed at last, and ruffled Wen Jiaxuan’s head. “I’m not teasing you. I just want to tell you that many things don’t go the way you want.”
“I don’t…”
Wu Zehao glanced at the MacBook Pro on Wen Jiaxuan’s lap and said, “You probably come from a good family.”
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Afterward, he reached out and pinched Wen Jiaxuan’s chubby cheek. “You look so fair and tender, like you’ve never experienced hardship.”
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“Fine,” Wu Zehao straightened up, “Write it well, and be mindful of the time.”
After Wu Zehao finished speaking, he continued to walk ahead. Wen Jiaxuan still felt upset, so he hurriedly called out to Wu Zehao, saying, “I think you’re wrong.”
“What’s wrong?” Wu Zehao turned to the side and asked.
“I don’t think things will just go the way I want,” Wen Jiaxuan said, “I know the world doesn’t revolve around me, and if I want something, I have to work for it.”
“And then?” Wu Zehao raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.
“I want to stay by your side, so I’m striving for that,” Wen Jiaxuan furrowed his brow, correcting himself seriously, “I’m not some useless young master who does nothing.”
“Alright,” Wu Zehao chuckled, “But you’ve also misunderstood me.”
Wen Jiaxuan asked in confusion, “Where?”
“I asked you for your resume not to send you away,” Wu Zehao explained, “I just need to take a look to see why I should keep you here.”
So, Wu Zehao did intend to keep him?
Wen Jiaxuan blinked, and the heavy weight in his heart suddenly lifted. He quickly responded to Wu Zehao, “I can do anything.”
“Is that so?” Wu Zehao clearly didn’t believe him much. “You can’t cook, and you can’t warm a bed.”
“Why would I need to cook or warm a bed?” Wen Jiaxuan said, slightly annoyed, “I’m here to apply for a job with you, not to be your wife.”
“Being a wife is not a bad thing.”
“What?”
“Hurry up and write,” Wu Zehao turned away, “It’s almost noon.”
Write it is!
Wen Jiaxuan opened his computer with determination and began to finalize his self-assessment. He suddenly remembered Wu Zehao’s earlier reminder that he was very demanding when it came to work.
Since he wanted to stay by Wu Zehao’s side, he couldn’t fail at writing a resume.
Wen Jiaxuan’s determination burned like a fierce fire in his heart. He was determined to conquer the formidable Wu Zehao!
However, at that moment, as Wu Zehao walked up the stairs, he suddenly turned back to Wen Jiaxuan and said, “I have something to do tomorrow, so the interview is scheduled for 7 a.m.”
“7 a.m.?” Wen Jiaxuan was taken aback. “I’ll still be asleep at 7 a.m.”
“I know,” Wu Zehao said. “That’s why starting tomorrow, you need to get rid of your habit of sleeping in.”
Wen Jiaxuan stared blankly at Wu Zehao’s back as he went upstairs. It was tough; he felt it was really tough.
Wen Jiaxuan had set his alarm for 6:30 a.m. to prepare for the interview. However, the next morning, when the alarm went off, he unconsciously turned it off. In the end, it was Wu Zehao who had to lift him off the couch.
Wu Zehao came back from his morning run, just out of the shower. He printed out Wen Jiaxuan’s resume and sat on the couch, reading it with a stoic expression. Wen Jiaxuan sat nervously beside him, with his hair still messy since he hadn’t had time to groom himself.
“Have you lived in Japan?” Wu Zehao asked without lifting his head.
Was the interview starting? Wen Jiaxuan immediately straightened his posture, feeling nervous.
“Yes, my dad worked in Japan for a while.”
“You didn’t pass the English Level 6 exam?”
“I got a perfect score in the N1 exam…”
“So, your English isn’t great.”
Wen Jiaxuan felt as if a heavy mountain had just been placed on his shoulders.
“You received a third-class scholarship only once in four years of college?”
“Because my classmates were too outstanding…”
“Or perhaps your grades were too poor.”
The second mountain.
“What did you do as a member of the Student Union’s Organizing Department?”
“The college often organized events, like speeches, and we were responsible for ensuring the events ran smoothly…”
“Be more specific.”
“We moved chairs…”
“Hmm.”
The third mountain.
“Your self-assessment says you have an outgoing personality. What use is that to me?”
The fourth mountain.
“You have zero work experience.”
The fifth mountain.
“There are typos in your resume.”
The sixth mountain.
Wen Jiaxuan felt the weight of these mountains pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. He trembled as he looked at Wu Zehao, fearing that if Wu Zehao continued to ask questions, he might start crying.
“What do you want to say?” Wu Zehao asked. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, it’s just… you’re so stern today,” Wen Jiaxuan shook his head.
Wu Zehao furrowed his brows at Wen Jiaxuan’s comment, but he eventually relaxed his shoulders and softened his tone. “Do you have any hobbies or interests?”
Wen Jiaxuan couldn’t tell whether Wu Zehao was trying to ease the atmosphere or nervously said, “I like to keep up with international current affairs.”
“Is it because you want to become a diplomat?” Wu Zehao asked.
Wen Jiaxuan nodded.
“You’re familiar with international affairs?”
“Somewhat…”
“What about if I wanted to travel to Israel now, do you have any advice?”
“Israel?” Wen Jiaxuan was taken aback. “It’s probably best not to go there right now.”
“Reasons?”
“The Middle East situation has been increasingly tense since the second half of last year, and with the recent U.S. plan, it’s not very safe to go there now,” Wen Jiaxuan explained.
Wu Zehao nodded thoughtfully, as if he hadn’t expected Wen Jiaxuan to answer so well.
“Why has the situation there been so tense?”
“This question is quite deep and complex,” Wu Zehao didn’t expect Wen Jiaxuan to answer.
“Well…,” Wen Jiaxuan furrowed his brow and pondered for a moment, “this involves the ethnic hatred between Jews and Arabs, and it can never be stable unless one of the ethnic groups completely annihilates the other.”
“Speaking of my expertise,” Wen Jiaxuan’s demeanor was completely different from the trembling he had just exhibited, “Furthermore, the competition between the American and Russian influences behind the scenes is also a reason for the instability in that region.”
Wu Zehao raised an eyebrow. “Did you learn all this from watching the news?”
“Besides the news, I’ve read books,” Wen Jiaxuan replied confidently. “I’ve read about the history of Israel’s founding and ‘Jerusalem: The Biography’ several times.”
“Alright,” Wu Zehao said as he stood up from the couch. “That’s it for today’s interview.”
Is that it?
Wen Jiaxuan quickly crawled to the other end of the couch, grabbed Wu Zehao’s wrist, and asked, “So, what’s the result?”
“I need to think about it.”
Wen Jiaxuan tightened his grip on Wu Zehao’s wrist and asked anxiously, “How long do you need to think?”
“Well…” Wu Zehao thought for a moment, then said, “You passed.”
Wen Jiaxuan was momentarily stunned, then he excitedly threw himself into Wu Zehao’s arms and hugged him tightly, saying, “Thank you!”
Wu Zehao was pushed back a step and furrowed his brow. He pushed Wen Jiaxuan’s shoulder away and asked, “Do you hug people whenever you’re happy?”
“What’s wrong with that?” Wen Jiaxuan asked, puzzled. He and Qian Wuyou often leaned on each other, and he didn’t see anything wrong with it.
“Don’t casually hug people,” Wu Zehao separated Wen Jiaxuan’s hand wrapped around his waist, paused, and added, “You can hug me, but don’t hug others randomly.”
“Why not?” Wen Jiaxuan persistently asked.
Wu Zehao didn’t respond further and changed the subject, “Aren’t you curious about your compensation?”
Wen Jiaxuan immediately forgot about his previous question and asked with sparkling eyes, “What’s my monthly salary?”
“The specific details will be discussed when I return,” Wu Zehao said.
“Return? Are you going out again?” Wen Jiaxuan asked.
“Yes, I’m going to Eastern Europe,” Wu Zehao replied.
Wen Jiaxuan blinked in surprise. “Is it for the magazine’s content?”
“Yes, I go out every month.”
“I see…” Wen Jiaxuan suddenly thought of something and asked excitedly, “Are you going to Croatia in Eastern Europe?”
“Yes, I’ll be visiting Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, and several other countries,” Wu Zehao replied.
“The filming locations for ‘Game of Thrones’ are in Croatia!” Wen Jiaxuan exclaimed. “Can you take more photos for me to see?”
“What’s so difficult about that?” Wu Zehao chuckled, ruffling Wen Jiaxuan’s messy hair. “I’ll send you photos every day.”
Wen Jiaxuan was so happy that he unintentionally blurted out his thoughts, “So, does this mean I can sleep in when you’re not around?”
“Heh,” Wu Zehao sneered. “You have quite the imagination.”
Cute
I wish I can sleep in too 😞
No sleeping ins for the working adults unfortunately 😌