Chapter 12: [Difficult! 】

The day of the interview.
Dong Xuebin is afraid that his mother and her hopes will bring too much pressure on herself. I am afraid that I will bring them ups and downs. I have never dared to tell them about the interview. I have filled the bowl of porridge in the morning. In the stomach, Dong Xuebin secretly broke the admission ticket and ID card into the pocket, went out to the car, and ran to the "battlefield."
Baiyun Times Building.
The 22nd floor is filled with a row of small and small offices, each with a brand, the Seismological Bureau, and the customs. After asking a passing waiter, Dong Xuebin walked to the top of the line in the direction of her finger, and found Room 2216 at an inconspicuous corner. There was no sign of the Personnel Bureau or the Political Department. A4 paper posted the words "Doctor's Room" in the center of the door.
The door was wide open and there was a smell of smoke inside.
Look at the watch, it is more than ten minutes away from nine o'clock. Dong Xuebin nervously licked his fist and slammed on the door frame.
"Please come in." It was a man's thick voice.
"Hello, I am Dong Xuebin, I am coming to the interview today."
"Oh, show me your documents."
Behind the desk were two middle-aged men in casual clothes, about forty-five years old, tall, one fifty, and short. After confirming Dong Xuebin’s admission ticket, the two men waved to him to sit down. There was only one chair outside the desk, facing two middle-aged people, but also a little short of a bone festival. After Dong Xuebin was sitting in danger, he felt that the tension in his heart was even worse, and the heart was disappointing. I don’t know how to jump.
In a short while, a middle-aged woman walked into the outside, and the taller ones nodded and sat down at the desk.
"Time is almost the same." The tall man took out a stack of documents in his hand. "Let's get started?"
Dong Xuebin bluntly said a word: "... line."
I don't blame him. I thought about taking the test scores of my own tests and submissions. I can get the top three in the recent graduates who applied for Guoan, but I knew from the mouth of the political department on the phone that day. His own score is ranked fourth, that is to say, he is the fourth interviewer, and as long as one does not pay attention to the problem, it is very likely to be overtaken by the fifth and sixth places, replacing his position. .
This time the National Security Bureau has only four places.
Step by step, full of loses, now Dong Xuebin faces the biggest challenge in life!
Over there, the three examiners looked at each other and eventually the tall man cleared his throat and said with a serious tone: "What do you think of this year's stock market?"
I'm coming!
Dong Xuebin’s brain turned quickly. He fired stocks and played with his mom for a while when he still had money at home. So he knows more or less, plus TV news can hear the trend of the disk from time to time. The news, Dong Xuebin can answer a lot of aspects, but just want to open his mouth, he thinks of a sentence that Grandpa Hu had smashed him earlier, do not underestimate every topic, and all of them have deep meaning in it.
Good risk, almost gave the analysis of the market trend.
What people should look at is not whether you will play stocks, but what else.
Dong Xuebin must be a god, and he opened his mouth. "The market was good in the first half of the year, and it was a stable and high trend. I think this is a good thing and a bad thing. From an economic point of view..." He is from the stock market. Bringing out the analysis of the national economy, these are the knowledge that has been used for the training of the guns for more than half a month. It just comes in handy. Oh, of course, if you say the color, it’s not very good. After all, it’s a cat painting from the book. I copied it, but at least it was quite normal, there should be no wrong place.
The conservative point is the best, as long as you can hold the fourth place, the civil servant can't run.
"...well, I finished the answer." Two minutes later, Dong Xuebin took a breath.
A tall man looks at him, "No?"
Dong Xuebin stayed, "...no." What do you mean? Wrong answer?
The tall man didn't say anything more, and the short man and the middle-aged woman brushed and wrote on the table. It seemed to be a comment. Immediately, the tall man turned over the file in his hand. Indifferent: "If you are a civil servant, the grassroots unit I often give you a lot of comments through the Internet. What do you do?"
Dong Xuebin thought for a few seconds, and suddenly there was a fixed pattern sentence that was recited in the mind before the day, which is similar to the "fake big empty" answer mode. It is more appropriate to use it here, and it will be split and assembled immediately. The paragraph statement is combined in the mind. "At present, the network has become an important channel for gathering public opinion and reflecting the people's feelings. The grassroots units can put forward their own opinions through the network to the higher authorities, and reflect the problems in a timely manner. As a higher-level organ, they can respond quickly and easily. ......" Throwing a lot of words back in the text, two minutes passed ~EbookFREE.me~ My answer is over.

The tall man shook the file, "What about these?"
not enough?
Dong Xuebin blinked sullenly and simply continued to take a paragraph from the paragraph he had recited. "If the opinions of the grassroots units are questions about our work attitude and methods of work, I will gather opinions and convene departments. The meeting, positively correct our work attitude and working methods, do a good job in service, if the grassroots units ..." said two minutes.
Women and short men are writing down.
The tall man still uses the same tone: "Nothing else?"
The woman examiner frowned, looking at the tall man with his head in his head, no words.
The short man was as stable as a mountain, and he used a pen to knock on the table, and he rarely looked up from beginning to end.
"... um, no." Dong Xuebin is depressed, don't mention it anymore.
The next few questions are also that Dong Xuebin consciously replied that he was fairly decent, but a tall man did not know what medicine he had taken. He always said something after he answered it. "Nothing? Finished? Just these? Others If it is? Nothing?", it seems that Dong Xuebin answered very badly. Not to mention how you answer, just the tone of a tall man, it is easy to mislead and influence the scores of the other two examiners.
Halo, who is this who is provoked? How can it be so horrible?
Is the interview for civil servants all the same? No, he didn't listen to people!
Dong Xuebin’s heart sank, knowing that he might be a little more fierce this time, and he was still sensitive. He smelled a bit of deliberate martyrdom from the tune of a tall man!
To be bad!
It’s a bad thing! !