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The first thousand one hundred and seventy-nine chapters do not dare to think so in a dream(2/2)

He is now a T9, and his monthly salary is basically about 1,000 yuan. If he upgrades to T8, it can rise to 1,300 yuan. If you add in the year-end bonus and other random benefits.

He can earn almost two thousand yuan a year.

This money is not only enough for him to build a big house, marry a wife, and support his family, it can even be said that he can buy whatever he wants.

After all, it only costs 20 yuan to have a big drink with colleagues. On average, it costs only two yuan per person. Over the course of a month, it is just his day's salary.

If you can be promoted to T6, like the security guard Wang I met today, your monthly salary is 2,100 yuan, which is really enough to earn a TV set for your home every month.

In this case, why would he go to the United States?

If you are a Japanese devil, do you accept foreign influences?

Come on, he won’t do it!

Hearing what Zhang Minggui said, Fang Chen's face suddenly showed a satisfied smile, and then he stretched out his hand to indicate to the personnel director that the three of them could start asking. There was no problem on his side.

Compared to Fang Chen, the questions asked by the three personnel ministers were more professional, not only related to Zhang Minggui's specific level in computer science, his understanding of international leading technologies, his family background, and even a special question.

Let Zhang Minggui do the set of test papers.

This set of test papers was brought by someone who was suspected of being a political worker. It was a set of psychology test papers. It mainly examined the psychological quality of the answerer and what choices he would make at some important junctures. The person also told him,

This set of test papers can tell how a person's character is.

After a lot of bombardment, the three personnel directors wrote their opinions on a form and handed it to Fang Chen.

Zhang Minggui looked at the piece of paper in Fang Chen's hand intently, and couldn't help but feel anxious.

Although he is a bit dull on weekdays, he is not a fool, and a fool would not be able to get into the Computer Science Department of China University of Technology, let alone go to IBM for an internship, and he was almost retained by IBM.
Chapter completed!
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