Cultivation villain

Chen Guyi glanced at the head of the Corpse Demon Clan with a bright look, and said calmly: "Class Chief, are you asking me here today for this? "

Qi Wei and Luosha stood beside Chen Gu, and Qian's eyes were also staring at the clan leader.

The leader of the Corpse Demon Clan said sinisterly: "Chen Guyi, invite you to come today..."

The air solidified, and an unprecedented sense of suffocation enveloped the entire room.

Everyone looked at Chen Guyi, with a hint of chill in his eyes.

A hunter was hunting in the forest with his fierce hunting dog. A rabbit with agility moved by the hunter who was known to have been hitting a hundred steps and was swiftly passing by. The hunter did not hesitate and pulled the arrow, and his sword was tense. However, the hunter stayed up late last night because he played mahjong with his friend. He was not in good spirits. His hands were weak and he shot the rabbit's thigh. The rabbit was frightened and rushed forward like an arrow from a string. The hunter frowned slightly and whispered to the hunter. The hunter had already understood the instructions of his master's eyes, and chased after the rabbit with red blood.

The rabbit looked back at the hunting dog from time to time and rushed forward without hesitation. The hunting dog saw that the prey was ten feet away and did not dare to relax at all. The dog kept staring at the prey and galloped away.

The rabbit gradually felt overdrawn, but he did not dare to slack off at all. As long as he stopped for a moment, he knew the destination of fate - he would definitely become a meal on the hunter's table, and the hunting dog would chew on its bones with its sharp teeth. When the rabbit thought of this, it couldn't help but run through a trace of coldness through the spine, and even ran desperately with pain.

The hunting dog was so tired that it was gasping for breath. It spitted out its long tongue and cursed in its heart: "Didn't the rabbit's legs be short? Why did it run so fast?" But it had never heard of the general description. The thing disappeared instantly and was described as "running faster than a rabbit". The lactic acid on the hunting dog's feet was constantly accumulating, which made the hunting dog want to give up.

The hunting dog had just thought of giving up. After a breath, the rabbit flashed and slipped into the grass beside the road. The hunting dog looked around and looked around. There was no ghost, so he had to sit on the ground in a deflated manner, stick out his tongue, and wait for his master panting.

The interviewer sat upright on the chair, wearing a suit and a purple tie, and pressed his chest straight. He leaned slightly on the back of the chair, staring at the dozens of college graduates who came to apply for the job with wise and bright eyes, telling this story. At this point, the story came to an abrupt end and paused. He asked in a tone that was not fast or slow, a little upset, and said, "All the newly graduated college students, use your wisdom. In the story, why can the rabbit escape? Why did the hunting dog choose to give up? Everyone can discuss with each other and give your answer in three minutes."

A little bit of tender and puzzled look suddenly bloomed among the dozens of college students applying for the job, and it seemed like boiling water, and was talking a lot.

"How can a hunting dog not run away from a rabbit? Or an injured rabbit? There is something wrong with this question!"

"Didn't it mean that the hunting dog is so tired that it can't run anymore? And the rabbit is gone at this time. It's called the current affairs, which tells us to dare to give up those impossible tasks when doing things."

"The hunter entrusts non-human, and means to tell us that we should choose the right person when doing things."

"Why did the hunting dog become a human again? It was obviously a dog!"

"It's completely assumed. Suppose the hunting dog is the boss choosing an employee to do something!"

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Various discussions came from the college students who applied for the job.

"Three minutes, the time is up!" The interviewer cleared his throat and shouted loudly. The boiling scene suddenly became silent, and he was quietly waiting for the interviewer's next instructions.

"Who said first?" The interviewer glanced at all the candidates present with the eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate every young college student.

"I think the hunter chose the wrong hunting dog. He should have another bow and shot another arrow." An applicant raised his hand high and replied loudly.

The interviewer smiled and continued to ask, "Who else has any opinions?"

"I think it is right for the hunting dog to give up, and the rabbit is even more wise!" Another candidate raised his hand and replied loudly.

The interviewer also smiled slightly, neither saying it was right nor saying it was wrong, but just continued to ask in a gentle tone: "Is there any?"

"There can be many ways to do things, but each of us is always used to promise that I will do my best, but the facts do my best but there are varying degrees of hard work, such as doing my best, doing my best, etc. In order to save my life, the rabbit must do my best, otherwise it will become a hunter's dining table. On the contrary, for the hunting dog, it can easily explain to its owner - I gave my all, but let the rabbit run away, because it knows that its owner will not take its anger on it, so it can do its best. This story tells us that the way of doing things is the most extreme.

There is only one situation - trying your best, and the realm of trying your best is divided into two levels: the first level is to do all your strength; the second level is to do all your strength, and often, the reason why we fail is that we cannot force ourselves enough and fail to do all our strength. Often, many successful people do everything they can. "A boy with an ordinary appearance with a flat head made a sound from the crowd, and his figure was almost overwhelmed by other applicants. When he was halfway through his mouth, all applicants flashed out a way to let the interviewer see the ordinary applicant clearly.

Everyone present lowered their heads and fell silent.

"Pai Pa"

The interviewer sat upright as if Columbus was surprised to find the New World, smiled and clapped. The applause inspired other applicants, and a loud applause resounded throughout the interview office...

April 2012, 8:30, Monday, sunny

"The long clouds in Qinghai are dark in the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass from afar. The yellow sand is wearing golden armor for hundreds of battles, and will never return until it is destroyed! "A certain office building, a high-rise building, an office building, with pale walls and a simple room. There is an office desk and two soft chairs. Behind the desk, there are huge bookshelfs, neatly placed books. Some books seem to be a bit vicissitudes of history, and the dilapidated title page is enough to show that the owner of the book has the perseverance of Wei Bing Sanju.

A man over thirty years old, with bright eyes and wise light, his deep eyes are more like the accumulation of time, and his shiny golden-parted dark hair, he felt even more energetic. A zebra-patterned T-shirt was washed a little white. He held a Tang poem and Song lyrics in his hand, glanced at the book with his eyes, and read the four chapters of Wang Changling's "Accompanying the Military (The Fourth)" in his mouth. (To be continued...)