Chapter 12 [Make Things Difficult! 】

the day of the interview.

Dong Xuebin was afraid that the expectations of his mother and Aunt Xuan would bring too much pressure to him, and that he would bring them ups and downs, so he never dared to tell them about the interview. In his stomach, Dong Xuebin secretly put the admit card and ID card and other documents into his pocket, went out to take a car, and ran to the "battlefield" alone.

Baiyun Times Building.

The 22nd floor is filled with a row of not-so-small offices, with signs on each door, from the Earthquake Bureau and from the Customs. After asking a passing waiter, Dong Xuebin followed the direction of her finger to the top, only to find Room 2216 at an inconspicuous corner. There was no sign of the Personnel Bureau or Political Department on it, but only a A4 paper with the words "Hou Kao Room" in the center of the door.

The door was wide open, and the smell of smoke wafted out.

Looking at his watch, it was more than ten minutes before nine o'clock. Dong Xuebin clenched his fist nervously and knocked on the door frame.

"Come in." It was a rough voice from a man.

"Hello, I'm Dong Xuebin, I'm here for an interview today."

"Oh, show me your documents."

Sitting behind the desk were two middle-aged men in casual clothes, one was about forty-five years old, tall, and the other fifty-year-old, short. After the two confirmed Dong Xuebin's admission ticket, they waved him to sit down. There was only one empty chair outside the desk, facing the two middle-aged people, and it was a little short by a bone. Jumping non-stop.

After a while, a middle-aged woman walked in, nodded with the tall and short one, and sat behind the desk.

"It's almost time." The tall man took out a stack of documents in his hand, "Let's start?"

Dong Xuebin said one word bluntly: "... OK."

No wonder he was uneasy, he originally thought that with his written test results and application test results, he would be able to get the top three among the fresh graduates who applied for Guoan this time. His grades are ranked fourth, that is to say, he is the fourth interviewee, and as long as one person fails to answer the question carefully, it is very likely that he will be surpassed by the fifth or sixth place and take his place. .

This time the National Security Bureau has only four places.

One wrong step, and the whole game is lost. Now Dong Xuebin is facing the biggest challenge in his life!

Over there, the three examiners looked at each other, and finally the tall man cleared his throat and said in a serious tone, "What do you think of this year's stock market?"

I'm coming!

Dong Xuebin's mind quickly turned. He had speculated in stocks and played with his mother for a while when he had money at home, so he knew more or less, and he could hear the trend of the disk from time to time on the TV news. There are many things that Dong Xuebin can answer, but just as he was about to open his mouth, he remembered what Grandpa Hu had told him earlier, don't underestimate every question, which has its deep meaning in it.

Good risk, almost analyzed the market trend.

What people want to examine should not be whether you will play stocks, but something else.

Dong Xuebin was sure of his mind, and said in a deep voice, "The market in the first half of the year was good, showing a steady upward trend. I think this is a good thing and a bad thing. From an economic point of view..." He is from the stock market disk. He brought out the analysis of the country's economy. These are all the knowledge that has come in the past half a month. It just came in handy. Uh, of course, if you say it's brilliant, it's not very brilliant. After all, it's a book. Copied from above, but at least it is quite satisfactory, there should be nothing wrong.

It is best to be conservative, as long as he can hold on to the fourth place, this civil servant will not be able to escape.

"...Well, I'm done." Two minutes later, Dong Xuebin let out a long breath.

The tall man looked at him,

"Gone?"

Dong Xuebin was stunned, "... gone." What do you mean? wrong answer?

The tall man didn't say anything. He and the short man and the middle-aged woman scribbled on the table together. It seemed to be a comment. The tall man turned over the file in his hand and said indifferently, "If you are a civil servant, a basic unit I often give you a lot of opinions through the Internet, what do you do?"

Dong Xuebin thought about it for a few seconds, and suddenly flashed in his mind the fixed pattern sentence that he had recited the day before yesterday, that is, the answer pattern similar to "Fake Dakong". He felt that it was more appropriate to use here, so he immediately disassembled and assembled it. Duan sentences combined in his mind, "At present, the Internet has become an important channel for gathering public opinion and reflecting people's sentiments. Grassroots units can put forward their opinions to higher-level agencies through the Internet and reflect problems in a timely manner. As a higher-level agency, they can respond conveniently and quickly. "..." He threw a lot of words like he was reciting the text, and two minutes passed, "... I'm done with my answer."

The tall man shook the file, "That's all?"

not enough?

Dong Xuebin blinked sullenly, and simply continued to take another paragraph from the paragraphs he had recited, "If the opinions raised by the grassroots units are about our work attitude and work methods, I will gather the opinions and convene the department. At the meeting, we should actively correct our work attitude and work methods, and do a good job in service work, if the grassroots units..." He spoke for another two minutes.

Women and short men write with their heads down.

The tall man still said in the same tone, "Is there nothing else?"

The female examiner frowned, turned her head and glanced at the tall man without saying a word.

The short man was as steady as a mountain, tapping on the table with a pen, rarely raising his head from beginning to end.

"...Well, no more." Dong Xuebin is so depressed, don't mention it again.

The next few questions were the same. Dong Xuebin felt that he answered fairly decently, but the tall man didn't know what medicine he was taking. What? No more?" and so on, as if Dong Xuebin answered very poorly. Not to mention how he answered, the tone of a tall man alone can easily mislead and affect the scores of the other two examiners.

Halo, who are you provoking? How can someone be so choking?

Are civil service interviews like this? No, he has never heard of it!

Dong Xuebin's heart sank, knowing that he might be less fierce this time, and he was still sensitive, but he smelled a taste of deliberately making things difficult from the tone of the tall man!

To bad!

It's going to be bad! !