Chapter 743: 2 letters

Late at night, Raman drove home exhausted with a tired body. After entering the door, he saw the light in the living room, and his old mother was still waiting for him.
"Mom, you don't have to wait for me like this every day." Raman put down his handbag and pushed his mother back to the room to rest. But he knew that no matter what he said, as long as he didn't go home, his mother would always wait.
"There is something in the refrigerator, just use the microwave to heat it up. Karin was bullied again at school. Today, she went home crying ..." The old mother said a lot of words, and added before entering the bedroom. After the sentence, "There are two letters today, I put them on the table in the restaurant."
After finally letting her mother take a rest, Raman took out a pizza from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave, and then had time to read the letter on the table.
Now people use email or phone to send letters.... Maybe some kind of bill, Raman thought.
Raman is an Indian, with a particularly long name. He is from the lower caste, Sudra, and is slightly better than the pariah. He totally ran from India to the United States by his own efforts and luck, and did everything possible to send his old mother and a daughter to India and receive them.
But this is already the limit of Raman's ability. Raman was able to jump out of the fire pit in India, and thanked the gods for his protection, but he also had a hard time in the United States.
When Raman was admitted to the California Institute of Technology in computer science and received a full scholarship, let alone the village where he lived at the time, the entire Tubang was a sensation.
However, after graduating, he couldn't find a job because of his average grades. In order to continue to mix visas, he ran for a master's degree in biopharmaceuticals. But when he graduates with a master's degree, there is no pharmaceutical factory that hires him as an unrecognized and unsuccessful graduate student.
Forced helplessly, Raman went to read a doctorate in business administration, hoping to develop into the business community. Unfortunately, he ended up working as a sales assistant in a small trading company, responsible for importing some toys from China to the United States.
Raman is in his forties, barely earning about $ 40,000 a year, and rented a small house in Santa Monica, Los Angeles. From the perspective of relatives in India, he has succeeded in making it impossible to see directly, but he knows that his life is actually very ordinary, and the glory of his early years has already left him.
Recently, the company's situation is very bad, and Raman is worried that he may not get a work visa for next year. The trouble didn't stop there. He took his daughter to India but couldn't send him to expensive private schools. She could only be bullied by other children in the community's public schools every day.
The mother obtained the visa for medical treatment. Now that the visa has expired, Raman is worried that someone from the immigration office will suddenly appear in his house that day.
Difficult, Raman is a headache, even despair. He couldn't find a way out of the predicament, so he just watched himself and his family in trouble and couldn't escape.
"Strange, this is not a bill." Raman first opened a letter from India, written by his former classmates. The letter was simple, and he was formally invited to return to India as CEO of a pharmaceutical company.
Oh ... it sounds great.
But it was a pharmaceutical company that had just been established for only half a year. It had no investment, no technology, no technology, no staff, and Raman didn't want to return to India. Really, he didn't want to go back to that fire pit at all.
However, Raman's current situation does not allow him to be too picky. This pharmaceutical company is based in Bangalore. The students who wrote the letter said that although the company was just established, it has gathered a lot of talents from the United States. Everyone is motivated and hopes to show their skills in generic medicine.
The company lacks a knowledgeable, energetic, knowledgeable, resolute, and highly communicative manager with good character. After learning about Raman's learning and professional experience, the company's partners agreed that this position was the most suitable for him.
What impresses Raman the most is the annual salary of 50,000 US dollars. This money is not only higher than his income in the United States, but also definitely the upper-class income in India. Very, very, very exciting!
Seeing this, Raman couldn't help sitting upright, and his drowsy head was excited. If this is true, it can change his life, even if he returns to India. Seeing a phone call at the end of the letter, he immediately took out his cell phone and wanted to call to confirm it.
However, there is one more letter.
Before dialing, Raman hesitated and decided to read another letter. This second letter is easier to write. What is special is that it is not printed but handwritten, and the handwriting is neat.
The letter begins with "Dear Mr. Raman". The content is that the writer wants to meet him and recommend a job to him. But there is no mention of the nature of work, work address, salary and remuneration.
A stupid letter, lie to me, who wrote it?
Raman looked familiar with the model.
Strange ... who is this Kelvin professor?
Raman read the full name of the writer, and in his heart came a well-known American pharmaceutical and medical figure.
impossible?
Academician of the National Academy of Sciences, the world leader in the field of biopharmaceuticals, Nobel Laureate, national treasure scholar, ...
Just thinking about Professor Kelvin's series of scary titles, Raman felt that he must be watching the night. This Daniel is writing a letter to himself and recommending work, which is just a joke.
Raman didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart. He flipped the thin letter paper over and over again, trying to find more doubts. This letter from Professor Kelvin brought him more psychological fluctuations than the invitation letter from his classmates.
It was impossible for such a famous big man to make a joke, then someone must have been playing tricks on himself, and Raman was very angry. As an Indian, a poor worm crawling from the bottom of the lower caste, his life has been troublesome enough, and somebody even made such a bad joke on him.
Raman would like to curse, or to learn from the guy who engages in this kind of prank, he saw that the phone was also left on the stationery, regardless of the fact that it was late at night ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and immediately dialed in.
The phone was quickly connected, and a female voice said, "Hello, this is Professor Kelvin's Laboratory at Columbia University Medical Center. Who are you looking for?"
A series of tall laboratory names shocked the angry Raman. He immediately shrank a bit, and the idea in his heart disappeared without a trace. He said, "Hello, you still have someone so late working?"
"Hahaha ... yes! The lab has been particularly busy recently." The girl who answered the phone smiled and asked, "Who are you?"
"I ..., my name is Raman." Raman regretted that he had made such a rash call, and he couldn't explain why he made the call.
But the woman on the other side of the phone did not respond to this. It seems that after checking the computer, she reported the full name of Raman and continued: "Are you here to make an appointment with Professor Kelvin? Are you free? "
"Yes ..., yes." Raman was a little blind. Make an appointment to meet up. What is going on? Is it really a letter from Professor Kelvin? "
"So it's settled, do you have any other questions?" Asked the female voice again.
"No ..., no more. Thank you! Oh ..., no! Wait a minute, I really want to ask Professor Kelvin to see me? I'm just a very ordinary person. I want to say this is not a joke?"
"Oh, I don't know the specific situation, but we are really recruiting people recently. Let me see, you are competing for a ... laboratory director position with an annual salary of half a million dollars. I think Professor Kelvin does not Will you send invitations randomly? Are you interested? "
Flipping, Raman's phone dropped. He looked out of focus at the wall of his restaurant with two eyes out of focus, and repeatedly echoed a word in his mind-half a million.