"Chuan, I'll find you a job later," Lin's mother said. "Look at you, you're so free every day, you can't even find a wife."
"Mom, don't worry about the job," Lin Chuan hurriedly replied. "I'll look for it myself."
"Alright," Lin's mother nodded and said, "Try to find a good job, then find a pretty wife."
"I got it," Lin Chuan nodded.
Lin Chuan had hidden his father's Armani suit, and he dare not take out the damaged clothes. He hoped to earn some money soon and then buy a similar style of Armani to give back to his mother. Of course, Lin Chuan did not want to disappoint his mother.
Coming out from home, Lin Chuan headed straight to the job market.
At the entrance of the job market, a long banner was hanging: Welcome Secretary Tang of the City Committee to inspect the work.
Lin Chuan didn't pay much attention to the banner; he needed to find a job, a job that could support himself and his mother. His mother now works in the sanitation department as a temp worker, having to sweep one kilometer of street every day, working on the road not only earns a pitiful salary but also is in a terrible and very dangerous environment.
The job market was crowded; many college graduates still hadn't found a job, the market entrance, and not few confused fellows munching on instant noodles and casting resumes everywhere. Lin Chuan glanced at the recruitment column at the entrance of the talent market, most of which were assembly line workers, sales positions, and business staff positions. However, none of these suited him.
"Sir, are you looking for a job?" At this moment, a flamboyant woman approached.
"Yeah," Lin Chuan nodded, disinterested in such vulgar beauty.
"I have a pretty good job here, are you interested, sir?" the woman smiled and asked.
"What job?" Lin Chuan asked curiously.
"Male public relations." The woman bit her red lips and said, "You seem to have a good build and a handsome face, quite suitable for our position. Not only is the work light, but the income is also high. You can easily earn thirty to fifty thousand a month."
"That much?" Lin Chuan looked at her in surprise.
"What do you think, excited?" The woman smiled and said, "How about this, come try the job with me for a start."
"What job?" Lin Chuan was startled and said, "I can do everything, from cars to airplanes and tanks, I can drive them all."
"Pfft…"
The woman covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "Sir, you are really funny. We don't need you to drive airplanes and tanks, just to take care of the guests in bed, that's all."
"What?!" Lin Chuan was shocked, and at that moment, he immediately understood. His expression darkened, staring angrily at the woman, and said, "Do you think I look like someone who would be a gigolo?"
"So much like one." The woman smiled and said, "Body, face... when you get to our place, you'll definitely be a top choice."
"Get lost!" Lin Chuan roared.
"Don't do it then, why so fierce!" The woman stomped her foot and left with her red lips pursed.
Meanwhile, as Lin Chuan and the woman were talking, not far away, a group of people were watching. Leading them was Tang Yumeng, the top official in the city. Today, her job was to visit the talent market to understand the current employment situation. She did not expect to encounter him here. This boy who Tang Yumeng had long been haunted by in her dreams. But, when she saw Lin Chuan happily chatting with that flamboyant woman, her face darkened.
Next to her, the secretary of the City Committee's Talent Resource Department was scared and said awkwardly, "Secretary Tang, this… this place is inevitably mixed, one or two irregular people cannot deny the overall situation. Besides, we only provide a platform…"
"Alright," Tang Yumeng replied, "You guys go in first, I'll look around."
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded. Then, more than ten people headed towards the office of the talent market, and Tang Yumeng stayed alone. She walked towards Lin Chuan with a beaming smile. When Lin Chuan turned his head, he happened to see Tang Yumeng.
As if dazzled by that glance, Tang Yumeng appeared completely renewed, dressed in an iron gray professional suit that hugged her well-rounded figure, her long legs fair and captivating. Especially her delicate features and her twinkling, smiling eyes made Lin Chuan marvel that there could be such a beautiful woman in the world.
"Is it you?" Lin Chuan looked at Tang Yumeng in surprise, men, after all, like beauties. And an intellectual sexy beauty like Tang Yumeng was even more exciting. Lin Chuan asked with a smile, "What, you're also looking for a job?"
"I…" Tang Yumeng was initially stunned, then smiled and said, "Yes, looking for a job."
"Fellow sufferers then, both jobless!" Lin Chuan laughed loudly, "What job are you planning to find?"
"Me?" Tang Yumeng thought for a moment and said, "Looking for a management job that can support myself. What about you? Why did the woman you were talking to leave?"
"Damn, just thinking about it makes me angry," Lin Chuan gritted his teeth and said indignantly, "She actually wanted to recruit me to be a gigolo!"
"Pfft…"
Tang Yumeng suddenly burst out laughing, laughing unrestrained, waves surging, and even laughed until she cried, wiping her tears, she asked, "I see you are quite suitable, no wonder she set her sights on you, why didn't you go?"
"This is insulting me." Lin Chuan snorted coldly: "How can someone as excellent as me be a duck?"
"Then what can you do?" Tang Yumeng asked.
"Everything." Lin Chuan huffed lightly: "Knows astronomy above and geography below. Both civil and military skills are within my grasp."
"Really?" Tang Yumeng blinked her eyes, asking: "Can you drive?"
"Of course!" Lin Chuan scoffed with a laugh: "Airplanes, tanks, proficient in everything."
"Bragging!" Tang Yumeng covered her mouth and laughed, saying: "You seem like a professional bragger to me."
"Don't believe it then." Lin Chuan snorted lightly.
"Would you be willing to be a driver?" Tang Yumeng asked curiously.
"That depends on the money," Lin Chuan laughed: "Money can not only make the devil grind the mills, it can also make mills push the devil."
"Haha..." Tang Yumeng laughed out loud, saying: "You're really funny. Here, this is my business card. Take it, go to the talent market resource department and report, they will naturally arrange a high-paying job for you."
"Really?" Lin Chuan was overjoyed.
This was a very simple business card, a white embossed card, with just a simple name: Tang Yumeng.
"Is this your name?" Lin Chuan asked curiously.
"Correct." Tang Yumeng nodded.
"Tsk tsk, your name matches your beauty. You're beautiful, and your name is even more beautiful." Lin Chuan did not hesitate to admire.
Tang Yumeng's face flushed slightly, this was the first time a man made her blush. Her face flushed, she said: "Alright, I have something else to do; I'll leave first. Remember to bring my business card and report inside."
"Don't worry." Lin Chuan nodded.
Tang Yumeng glanced at Lin Chuan, then turned and entered the talent market. She still had to continue her work.
Lin Chuan held the embossed card, feeling somewhat bewildered. Wasn't Tang Yumeng also here to look for a job? Why would she give such an opportunity to him? Thinking about it, perhaps it was because she couldn't drive, so Lin Chuan was somewhat relieved. Even though being a male escort could earn forty to fifty thousand a month, Lin Chuan wasn't keen on that; he'd rather drive for someone and earn three thousand per month.
In the human resources office, a woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses received Lin Chuan.
"What are you doing in our office?" The woman with the gold-rimmed glasses glared at Lin Chuan, saying: "If you want to collect wages, find your foreman. Our talent market only handles recruitment; we are not responsible for unpaid wages."
"I..." Lin Chuan was startled.
"What are you 'I'? " The woman with the gold-rimmed glasses said impatiently: "I've said so many times, the boss of that project has fled. If it really won't work, just go to the city government to petition, just don't bother us. Hurry up and leave."
"I came to find a job!" Lin Chuan said awkwardly.
While speaking, Lin Chuan handed over the embossed business card, although he was annoyed by the other party, but in order to find a job to support himself, to not let his mother down, Lin Chuan had to muster a forced smile.
"Ah!" The woman was stunned, saying: "Is... is it someone introduced by Secretary Tang? Oh, young man, why didn't you say so earlier, look at this misunderstanding."
She hurriedly offered Lin Chuan a chair, then handed him a cup of warm water. Making polite inquiries, she had Lin Chuan fill out a resume, as Tang Yumeng had already given her a heads-up.
It's just unfortunate that Lin Chuan was dressed too shabbily, resembling those migrant workers who came to demand unpaid wages before.
With Tang Yumeng's influence, everything that followed went very smoothly.
So much so that when Lin Chuan left the talent market, he felt somewhat puzzled, as if he was in a fog, having no idea what had just happened. He only remembered that the woman told him to report to the city government office on Monday, and Lin Chuan figured out on his fingers that today was already Friday, three days until Monday.
At the end of October, as dusk approached, he drove a Porsche out of the city, enjoying the evening breeze and watching the blood-red sunset on the horizon. Lin Chuan's thoughts were suddenly pulled back to the battlefield in North Africa, also under a blood-red sunset, the endless desert and the setting sun merged into one. The war was raging, those days of licking blood off knives were what he truly longed for, even if life hung by a thread, he still wanted to charge across the battlefield. That was the life a true man aspired for.
Just as Silver Fox said, his destiny should be on the battlefield, his faith too lies there. The mission of a soldier, the spirit of a military man, his faith, all lies on the battlefield. Lin Chuan's heart was stirred by the past years, unable to stop recalling those memories. What had passed is gone, only the memories circulate in his mind.
When the car reached Changlin Community, it was already dark.
The old man fixing bicycles was still busy under the lamp, with his head down, his pale hair particularly glaring. Lin Chuan habitually left his luxurious car just outside Changlin Community; driving such a luxurious car home seemed too ostentatious.
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