Chapter 1: A Dream of Peking University

Where am I? He doesn't know these people at all. How do they know his name is Su Cheng? They even say he has heatstroke, but didn't he have a car accident?

The General Office of the State Council? I? '' Su Cheng pointed to his own nose

Well, as long as everything is fine. However, there is nothing interesting on this bulletin board; it's just some companies that no one visits. Feel free to take a look, but head back to the dormitory early. The man in the green military uniform saw that Su Cheng was insistent and did not persuade him further, pulling the others away.

The sixth child, who was being pulled away, was reluctant to leave. He complained, "Wang Ting, why are you pulling me? You clearly know that Su Cheng fainted from malnutrition. How could you just leave him alone like this"

"Jian Guo, do you plan to work as a reporter at the People's Daily?"

He was struck by a car and unexpectedly collided with a fellow early Peking University student who shared his name.

"Are you out of your mind! This is a school, and you were just looking at the bulletin board when you suddenly fainted." This person was wearing a white tank top that only his father would have, with a towel hanging around his neck

Wang Ting turned to glance at Su Cheng, who was standing straight in front of the bulletin board. His figure was quite slender, and as a gust of wind blew, the edges of his somewhat oversized clothing fluttered, accentuating his solitude

A boy dressed in an old-fashioned green military uniform laughed and said: "Su Cheng, don't you boast about your good health every day? How is it that, even before August, you have already suffered from heatstroke?"

Before he could regain his senses, he noticed two men beside him, with their pant legs rolled up, engaged in a discussion

"It's nothing, it's all right now. I've been standing for too long and feel a bit dizzy. I'm fine now." Su Cheng declined their assistance and company; he needed to think things over carefully

Zhang in Su City was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say. In his life, the names of these central agencies were all distant and magical, often seen only in the news.

He seems to have quite a reputation, as a group of people followed him.

Be quiet, I will deal with you later

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"Alright, you can come to work next week with the library." The girl waved her hand to signal him to leave and called the next person in.

Su Cheng shook his head

Su Cheng suddenly felt an overwhelming confusion, as countless pieces of information flooded his mind. The person in front of him was named Liuzi, who was his roommate. He was now at Peking University, no, not the Peking University of today, but the original Peking University; he was a university student from the early 1980s.

Unfortunately, the reality is that graduation often leads to unemployment. The wait for recruitment by oilfield companies is long and uncertain. Without a local household registration and lacking a strong background, an ordinary university student majoring in petroleum, no matter how good their grades are, cannot rely on them for sustenance. Companies like China National Petroleum Corporation and China National Offshore Oil Corporation are mere illusions; he cannot even enter a slightly larger company. Ultimately, he continuously lowered his expectations and ended up at a small logistics company, where he monitors goods and records vehicle movements in a company with fewer than thirty employees.

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What the hell! ... What a crazy era this is, considering he is a graduate of a reputable university in modern times. Not to mention the State Council, he can't even access a state-owned enterprise at https://www.hetushu.com. Finding a logistics company with just 30 employees still requires competition for the position

Su Cheng has a strong sense of pride. He sent all his ration tickets and other things back home, and you know that. What do you think saying this to his face will solve? Let's discuss it when we get back. You just charge ahead." The man in the green military uniform dragged Liuzi away.

Could it be that I can also join in now

Su Cheng stepped out of the door, feeling no excitement about finding a job. His family were oil field workers, and he had managed to get into a university in Beijing, majoring in petroleum engineering. People from his hometown would see his parents and say: "Your son Su Cheng has made it; he will be a person of the capital in the future"

Are there any job openings at China National Petroleum Corporation? Su Cheng inexplicably asked.

The probation period is one month with a salary of 1,500. If performance is good, the salary will increase to 1,800 after three months upon confirmation. Do you have any questions regarding the salary?" A young woman, heavily made up, tapped her freshly done crystal nails impatiently and asked Su Cheng.

At this time, Jianguo kindly reminded, "If you need to contact the organization, make your decision early; otherwise, once the time has passed, you will have no choice but to accept the allocation."

Su Cheng did not pay attention to what they were saying; his gaze was completely captivated by the content on the bulletin board

"Isn't it? What, do you have a new idea again? Let me guess, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Customs? To be honest, with your background in English, you would also do well in the Foreign Trade Department." This is what is meant by a man dedicated to nation-building.

He was lost in thought as he walked along the road, not noticing a car suddenly darting out from the left side of the street

Procter & Gamble ... ... Shell ... ... Panasonic ... ... International Business Machines Corporation (IBM) ... ... @ # % % @ # % % ... ... '' This pile of job advertisements, any one of which is from a Fortune 500 company, yet they claim these are second-rate companies. What is happening in this world!

Su Cheng thought of his parents at home, their hair all turned white, and felt a deep sense of guilt. In his current state, not only was he unable to bring them to Beijing to enjoy a better life, but it was also likely that in the future, they would still have to endure hardships.

Yes, the people over there have arrived. What about you? Has the State Council made a decision?

"Isn't this our talented student from the Chinese Department, Su? Where are you planning to go? I heard the General Office of the State Council is recruiting; you have a good chance. We might be colleagues then!" A student with the appearance of a farmer patted Su Cheng on the shoulder

Assigning work, something that can only be imagined in dreams, has surprisingly become a source of distress in the eyes of university students at this moment... Su Cheng does not know whether to cry or to laugh

Staying at the university means becoming a teacher at Peking University, and Su Cheng has already started to feel that his mind is not sufficient.

As Su Cheng opened his eyes, he saw a group of individuals dressed in a manner reminiscent of rural laborers, looking quite unsophisticated, surrounding him.

With a harsh sound, Su Cheng felt his body gently lift, his mind a blank slate

It is settled; I can go over once this side's thesis is completed

"Is it the Ministry of Petroleum?" The other party responded with great understanding: "The Ministry of Petroleum is also a good organization, but as a liberal arts student, what would you do there? If you ask me, it would be better to go to the State Council to write materials, or staying at the university wouldn't be bad either"