Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 217 Song Lala's Job Hunting Diary 7

Song Xianyin arrived at the building where she was interviewing.

A group of people in suits were sitting in the lobby, drinking coffee and laughing.

Song Xianyin immediately retreated from the doorway.

Why is there a group of people gathered downstairs? Is this company some kind of high-end establishment? Do they even have to wear suits to work?

Song Xianyin glanced at her knitted cardigan, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.

She's dressed nicely today, isn't she? It even has a collar.

Just as she was still hesitating, a message suddenly popped up on her job search app.

【Sorry, Ms. Song, we have already hired someone, so the interview is cancelled. We hope to work together again in the future.】

When Song Xianyin saw this message, she immediately became angry.

Why didn't you say so earlier? I'm already here!

She took the subway for an hour and a half, and even encountered a mean old man along the way. She had a very tiring time!

And since it was canceled at the last minute, she's determined to report it severely!

"Oh? But our interview is scheduled for tomorrow morning, Ms. Song."

When Song Xianyin saw the message, her mind went blank.

She checked the HR's profile and found that the interview was indeed scheduled for tomorrow.

Song Xianyin blushed and quickly apologized.

I'm so sorry, I thought it was my interview this afternoon. I'm really sorry.

I almost forgot she had five interviews scheduled, and I got the dates all mixed up.

She has no manners at all; she even sent a question mark to someone.

The HR representative replied magnanimously: "No problem, haha, I understand. Hope to have the opportunity to work together again [handshake]"

Song Xianyin stared at the message anxiously. What a nice HR person, not even angry about this.

Suddenly I wanted to go to their company.

With the interview time fast approaching, Song Xianyin walked into the company, enduring the stares of the group of people.

As soon as she entered the company, a man led her toward the office.

This was Song Xianyin's first time experiencing an interview like this; wasn't this a bit too much?

The boss sat in front of her, the manager sat to her left, and the team leader sat to her right.

Surrounded on three sides, Song Xianyin's expression also began to turn serious.

The two people next to her were looking at her resume, while the boss smiled and brewed tea, pouring a cup for everyone.

Song Xianyin cautiously refrained from drinking.

"Please introduce yourself first," the manager said.

Song Xianyin skillfully introduced herself, including her major, internship experience, and reasons for choosing this job.

This was her self-introduction, which she revised five times; she could recite it backwards.

The manager looked at her, somewhat curious: "How many interviews have you had?"

Having already gone through five interviews, Song Xianyin said without batting an eye, "This is my second interview."

The manager nodded: "Hey, where are you from?"

"I am from City B."

The atmosphere in the office changed instantly. The team leader smiled and said, "What a coincidence."

The manager smiled and looked at her: "I'm also from B City."

The boss's eyes crinkled into a smile: "I especially like people from B City. I have several business partners who are also from B City, and they are all very hardworking."

Song Xianyin breathed a sigh of relief. Since he was from the same hometown, things seemed a bit more stable.

"Why didn't you write down your GPA? What's your ranking in the grade?" the manager asked.

Song Xianyin smiled politely: "It's average."

If her GPA is high, then she definitely wrote it down; if she didn't, it means her GPA isn't high.

The manager pressed further, "So what's your ranking in your class? How many people are in your class?"

Song Xianyin continued smiling: "There are more than forty people in the class, and I'm ranked twentieth."

The answer is average.

The team leader looked at her resume and asked, "You don't have much experience. What was your score on the college entrance exam?"

Song Xianyin's lips twitched. Why is she still asking about college entrance exam scores when she's already at the age of looking for a job?

"I can't remember exactly, but it was a few points higher than our school's cutoff score."

If she gets a high score on the college entrance exam, she'll take that score to her grave.

Next came some industry-related professional questions. Regardless of whether she understood them or not, Song Xianyin remained calm and composed, giving people a very steady feeling.

Isn't an interview just about making empty promises to each other? You have to fool yourself first before you can fool others.

The three people who interviewed her were particularly fond of chatting. In just half an hour, Song Xianyin had learned about their former colleagues, the boss's friends, and their university days.

Song Xianyin listened to their conversation with a sense of utter despair.

She even remembered the names of her former colleagues.

But what she was certain of was that they were very satisfied with her.

The atmosphere at this company will definitely not be as oppressive as the one she went to before, and the boss doesn't seem too difficult to get along with. Next up is the salary.

"Hello, may I ask about the salary structure?"

The moment Song Xianyin asked the question, the air fell silent.

The boss took a sip of tea and asked in return, "What's your expected salary?"

Having learned her lesson from this incident, Song Xianyin continued, "What is the typical salary range for the company's probationary period?"

The boss asked again, "How many do you want?"

Song Xianyin's lips twitched.

Why do these people never talk about salary directly? They don't answer when asked, and they don't agree when asked too much.

Song Xianyin silently thought to herself, 5k5 is pretty good, let's go with 5k5, 6k is indeed something many companies can't offer.

She cleared her throat: "Because the cost of living in City A is also very high, and then I looked at the average salary for newcomers in the industry, and my expected salary is around 5k."

Song Xianyin's face froze instantly. She had made a mistake; what she wanted was 5k5!

I'm 500 yuan short, I'm doomed.

The boss's expression was somewhat meaningful. He smiled and took a sip of tea: "Xianyin, we really like you."

"Based on our conversation just now, we feel that your logical thinking ability and personality are very suitable for this industry."

"And you just said you can get the hang of it in a week, which I really like."

Song Xianyin was filled with the thought that she was doomed. She had been short 500 yuan; she could have gotten 5,500 yuan, but now she had only managed to negotiate 5,000.

That's five hundred yuan!

The boss pointed at her: "I'll give you the salary you asked for. You said five thousand, so I'll give you five thousand, but..."

Song Xianyin frowned. Why was there a "but"?

The boss leaned back lazily in his chair and chuckled, "Later I'll see if you're worth the five thousand, because salaries aren't something the company can just pay whatever you ask for."

"Companies need to make money; they're not charities."

Song Xianyin had a bad feeling.

The boss looked into Song Xianyin's eyes and said, "I'll see how you perform. If you do a good job, I can give you five thousand, but if you don't do a good job, I'll give you whatever I think you deserve."

Song Xianyin frowned deeply.

What do you mean? Isn't the base salary written into the contract? Does that mean he can pay her whatever salary he wants?

How much she earns will depend entirely on his subjective judgment.