"Get the number to fill out the form."

"Don't be messy, line up and flop!"

"Yigong School has rules. If you don't have a place to live, don't make trouble..."

The security guard of the Academic School who maintained order was shouting and shouting with a short stick. The people in the queue were waiting honestly to get the number and then fill out the form.

With just one link, many people who want to take advantage of the situation have been eliminated.

Do you even know how to write your own name, and you still expect to understand the school’s bulletin board?

If you don’t have a place to live, it means you are a homeless man. Maybe you are a despicable foreigner. How can you hide dirt and dirt in a quiet place in the school?

"Geely numbers, big guy."

"Eighty-eight, Big Horn is going well."

Heiwozi and Li Fugui's young followers rushed over and said nice things.

Seeing this, the security guard in the school raised the short stick in his hand and shouted: "The idle people are waiting to get along!"

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Seeing this, the boys suddenly scattered and retreated far away. Then they gathered together again under a big banyan tree on the side of the road.

"Name, age, origin, address..."

I got inside with the license plate and there was a large pergola. In the sun, no one could spread themselves.

Under the awning, several greasy middle-aged men were wearing short shirts, crossed their legs, and shaking clogs on their toes, and they didn't raise their heads there and told the people in line to do things quickly.

Wang Jiao took the form, found a place to sit down and fill in it. The pen in his hand was a pencil, which was well-made, and there was also the word "Anrui" in Lishu.

This is a stationery product produced by the Amway Society. Legend has it that this Amway Society was formerly called "Anli", which is related to Princess Anping, the sister of Emperor Zhenguan three hundred years ago.

It sounds nonsense. Wang Jiao was thinking about the princess, how could he come and sell pencils?

After filling in the article, a group of people were removed. The reason why a few greasy middle-aged people under the awning was that... the word was too ugly.

Don't want to look so beautiful, at least you can't be twisted like an earthworm.

But these days, most people who are able to read in Shalonggang are rarely trained at the bottom. Most of them are not so much writing, but they are painting characters, but they just look like a single word.

Although the character Wangjiao is not good-looking, there are still some gestures, with horizontal and vertical hooks, which look like a decent shape.

"The surname is Wang?"

"Well, my ancestor Hu Douzhou's."

"Oh, then we were a family three hundred years ago."

"Uncle can't be using me to make fun of..."

Wang Jiao raised his head with a smile, and then buried himself in the process of filling out the form. In fact, he had known for a long time that among these greasy middle-aged people, there was a man named Wang who liked to brag about being the Wang family of Langya all day long, and said that Wang Rong was his direct ancestor.

Can it be traced back to three hundred years ago?

What's more, the Wang family of Langya split once in the 88th year of Zhenguan, and they didn't just say whatever they wanted.

As for the second civil war later, it was even more fierce. All the big surnames were divided into several branches.

Just like the four major families in the South China Sea, Feng, Li, Du, Xian, still has branches in the East China Sea. Even in the Syrian province of the Emperor Tang Dynasty, there was a great priest from a Nestorian cathedral. Before praying every day, he kowtowed to Lady Xian at his own house...

The great surname that has been in Zhenguan for three hundred years can actually brag about the awesome predecessors of awesome bosses.

"I'm going to make you happy? Who doesn't know that my king Baiwan's ancestors are prominent? But it doesn't matter. Anyway, each generation has its own blessings. By my generation, it's great if you have food to eat and you can't starve to death."

"Uncle A is very powerful, so he is lucky."

"Um……"

Wang Baiwan nodded, picked up the teacup, took a sip of herbal tea, and was quite satisfied with Wang Jiao, the young man.

"Write a little bit of text, just think it's writing an essay, and you can pass the test with smooth sentences, handsome guy."

"Really, thank you for your support."

"Who doesn't know that I, Wang Baiwan, take care of the young man with ophthalmia the most?"

"Thank you, Uncle!"

After smiling, Wang Jiao submitted the form and knew that he had passed another level.

The last level actually has nothing to do with the announcement, and Wang Jiao does not need to write application articles such as notifications, but write some sentences casually.

As Wang Baiwan said, it is an essay.

It doesn't take too long, two or three hundred words.

Wang Jiao thought about it, thought about the most impressive paragraph, and copied it down.

When he was working as a security guard in a junior high school, he listened to students reading aloud in the morning every day, and his ears were almost calloused, and he couldn't forget them.

After writing, Wang Jiao handed over the last essay.

This time, the review was not Wang Baiwan, a greasy middle-aged man, but an old man wearing glasses.

"...Not to mention the green vegetable beds, the smooth Ishii bars, the tall acacia trees, and the purple-red mulberries; no need to say the cicadas chant in the leaves, the fat wasps lying on the cauliflower, and the brisk call the emperor..."

The old man obviously had never thought about how much literary literacy these people who came to apply for the doorman could have. After turning a few pages of paper, he was shocked when he saw Wang Jiao's section.

"Call the emperor..." He held his knees and the old man looked up at Wang Jiao, "Is the young man from Jiangdong? There are many such names in Jiangdong."

"My mother and her ancestors live by the river in Zhejiang."

"oh……"

The old man nodded, "Is this what you wrote?"

"No, it was written by a gentleman named Zhou on the border of Zhejiang. I was so impressed that I remembered it."

"The young man is very real, he didn't say he wrote it himself."

The old man said, nodding repeatedly. Nowadays, his character is better than anything else.

Isn’t what Yigong School needs most now the honest and reliable young man?

"I still know how much I weigh."

He scratched the back of his head silly, and Wang Jiao made himself smile like an "old man".

As a professional security guard, Wang Jiao really understands when he will be like an honest person.

The old man in front of me should be the last "interviewer". Although the guard of Yigong School is not a great identity, it is related to five "big gossips" a month.

Seeing that the old man was satisfied, Wang Jiao knew that he had passed the test completely.

"Hongsheng, go to the pergola next to you and wait for notification."

"Okay, you're busy, Uncle."

"Go."

The old man looked at the words written by Wang Jiao with interesting interest: "It's really good."

He thought about it carefully and after he made sure that he hadn't read such a text, he thought about whether he had copied it and then used it as a model essay by a engineering school.

"I don't know where I am from Zhejiang. I must have paid the pen fee. If it is a big source, the printing fee will be charged. Then I will ask the young man just now... Oh, it's Wang Jiao, but Wang Baiwan's family."
Chapter completed!