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When I got off the bus, a hot wind blew on my face, and I immediately got a layer of goose skin. There is a great contrast between the air-conditioned carriage and the hot sunshine outside, which makes me feel a lot of pain. "Shit, it's fucking hot!" I stood at the station, pulled the neckline of my T-shirt, then picked up the big box containing all my belongings and trudged into this "aristocratic community" called Qinlong Island. By the way, introduce yourself first. My name is Shao, male, from Fujian, and I got my bachelor's degree in international finance from Fuzhou University. My hometown is in a small county town in the south of Fuzhou, 100 kilometers. In the year of graduation, I happened to meet the downsizing of Fuzhou financial system. At that time, almost all banks, securities, insurance, investment and real estate companies in Fuzhou submitted resumes and interviewed several companies, but none of them wanted me. Finally, with the help of my father, I finally joined Fuzhou TV Station and became a sports column translator unrelated to my major. The work of the TV station can be said to be good-more than 2,000 wages plus benefits, less than 4 hours of actual work every day, and something to send during the Chinese New Year holiday-but I just feel uncomfortable doing it, and I feel depressed when I get home every day. "If you don't like it, just ...
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