Chapter 139: Chapter 139: Trembling
The lobby on the first floor of the small building was raided and repaired by a dozen people, which is to say it was cleaned up a bit and the walls were painted slightly, so that it didn't give the feeling of being in an abandoned building.
Mei Yiliang had never been interviewed before, let alone interviewed others, so he was a little bit nervous and worried that he might not be able to handle it alone. Therefore, he was pulling people to help out everywhere.
In fact, there weren't many people he could pull, and the only ones who could go were Feng Zhenchang, plus the three Cai siblings. He particularly liked Cai Lei. With his physique, as long as he sat behind the table with a serious expression, the interviewees would definitely feel the pressure coming at them.
Of course, he hoped that Feng Yiping would come the most, and for some reason, he just felt that this kind of thing would definitely not be a problem for his nephew.
Cai Hong arrived at the scene with him and, seeing two tables and a few chairs standing alone in the empty and lonely lobby on the first floor, as well as traces of painting on the floor, was very dissatisfied. 'With this kind of arrangement, it feels like a bunch of amateurs, and it definitely won't work. Those with real talent will definitely not look at it!'
During her time at the store, she has learned a lot from her work, especially in the area of on-site decoration.
After walking upstairs and downstairs and around the front and back of the house, she decided, 'Don't put the table in the house. Put it under the Chinese honey locust tree in front. No, these tables and chairs don't look good outside. I'll have the store send over a more casual set.'
Mei Yiliang watched Cai Hong busily working with a smile, and followed her to make a phone call nearby.
Cai Lei arrived with the furniture delivery truck, and Mei Yiliang helped unload a long, milky-white table with glass inlays in the middle and some rattan craftsmanship on the side. Paired with a set of six chairs in the same style, it looked instantly more upscale when placed under the sophora tree.
'Not bad, hiring a designer, and the scene doesn't have to be too rigid, this is pretty good,' Cai Lei praised his sister.
When Cai Lei saw the recruitment advertisement in the newspaper that read 'annual salary of 50,000, bonuses not included', there were still quite a few people who came to test the water. Even though prices were rising rapidly, not counting the 'not included' bonuses, in first-tier cities such as Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, the average salary in 1994 was less than 500 yuan, so an annual salary of 50,000 was still considered a solid high salary.
However, after most people found the place, they were a little suspicious. When they sat down, they kept asking, 'Is this Jiasheng Decoration?'
It was just an inconspicuous little building, and there were only three people there, so it didn't look like a company that could pay 50,000 yuan a year.
This question was usually answered by Cai Lei, who said in a deep voice, 'Yes!'
and then there were rarely any more questions.
After an entire morning, they had collected more than ten resumes in various formats, but none of them were satisfactory. Many people were reluctant when they heard that the interview assessment was the overall design of the small building in front of them.
One even started arguing, saying that he usually charges so much for a drawing, and asking why he should do it for free.
That wasn't the strangest thing, though. One in his twenties came up with a note as soon as he arrived, saying that he was the nephew of so-and-so, and that he hoped to be arranged for a job. He was willing to accept the salary listed in the ad, and preferred not to have a fixed working hours.
Mei Yiliang was furious!
Fortunately, in the afternoon, two reliable candidates finally arrived. One of them was in his thirties and worked at a provincial design institute. He was in his prime and probably wasn't happy at the institute, so he wanted to try his luck elsewhere.
However, he asked even more questions than Mei Yiliang and the others, and he didn't stop until Mei Yiliang showed him the photos of the finished renovations. Seeing the photos, which were mainly based on Feng Yiping's designs, he was a little tempted.
Innovation is actually not difficult. For example, while others emphasise the ceiling in one way or another, you focus on the lighting design on the ceiling; while others are popular with modular cabinets, you cleverly hide the cabinets in the wall.
However, when it comes to design, the difficulty lies in being innovative. It is not easy for such a small company, whose total assets combined are not as much as the cost of the two cars in the design institute, to come up with something that catches the eye of a professional like him when it is just starting out. Therefore, Chen Xuefeng decided to go back and give it a try as they requested.
Moreover, it was rare to have a university student who was about to graduate. After listening to the requirements, he spent more than half an hour looking around and seemed to be quite attentive.
'It turns out that it's not easy to recruit people at a high price!' Cai Hong sighed.
Isn't it so? Although there have been many people going into business in the past two years, the attraction of the iron rice bowl remains undiminished. In particular, the state still allocates jobs for college students nowadays. For small companies like theirs, it is as difficult to find a few suitable talents as it is for small and micro enterprises to get a bank loan.
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Feng Yiping and the others were having a good time today. The son of the head of the town's education team was getting married, and the teachers, having been left with a mountain of homework, all rushed to the party, Wang Yumin being no exception. There was only one leader left in the school, the head of teaching, plus two teachers, which meant that on average just one teacher was available for each class.
Of course the classes could not be held, and the three teachers did not stay in the classrooms all the time, but let the students do their own revision and homework, and then disappeared.
This was like what office workers do when their leaders or immediate supervisors are on a business trip. Although they still had to do their work, they were relieved of the invisible pressure. They felt much more comfortable, inside and out.
It had been a long time since they had experienced such freedom. Although everyone was now studying conscientiously, and there was not much difference whether the teacher was there or not, the feeling of studying freely was definitely different from being supervised.
A notable feature is that everyone is talking louder. Feng Yiping is even busier, running around the classroom. He has just helped Xiao Zhijie and Zhang Qiuling analyse an English tense gap, when Huang Jingping shouts from behind, 'Feng Yiping, how do you prove this question?'
Geometric proof questions are more troublesome. The math teacher's experience is that drawing the correct auxiliary line is half the battle. In this question, Feng Yiping glanced at it briefly and realised that he would need to draw at least four auxiliary lines.
Plus, he had previously bent over to help three students with their homework, which was good for the back, but not so good for the seat. So he said to Huang Jingping, 'Cram in a bit, so that Mr Feng can sit down too!'
Wang Jinju gave half her stool to Huang Jingping while saying, 'Pish, who are you to be a teacher?'
Feng Yiping usually ignored Wang Jinju's provocations, quickly sketched a large figure on the draft paper, and then said to them, 'Look, first extend this line, draw a perpendicular here, and then connect...'
'Classmate Huang, sharpen the pencil.'
When Huang Jingping handed over the sharpened pencil, Feng Yiping was still absorbed in looking at the drawing, reached out to catch it when he heard the sound, and then the two hands accidentally touched.
Feng Yiping felt that it was particularly soft and smooth over there, so instinctively he held it for two more seconds. Immediately he felt that this was not right, so without making a sound he withdrew his hand and continued drawing the auxiliary line, 'Connect these two points, and these two points, and then... do you understand?'
However, he did not see that next to him Huang Jingping's face was getting redder and redder, until it looked as if it was going to bleed.
As for what Feng Yiping said afterwards, Huang Jingping simply could not hear a word.
During the short seconds of the kiss, even though it was just a light touch, she felt electricity running through her hand. Then her hand trembled, and the trembling affected her heart, which then began to beat rapidly. Her face flushed, and her mind became chaotic. She could not hear what Feng Yiping was saying, and she did not even dare to look at him, but only stared at his hands as he drew the diagram.