If you don't work hard, you have to inherit the family property

-Chapter 1 If you don't work hard, you have to inherit the family property.

"Thank you for participating in the autumn recruitment of Wangyi Group. After careful consideration by our company, you may not be suitable for this position at present. Your information will enter our talent pool. If..."

"I'll do it!" Zhang Menghao threw his mouse on the table, which was the twentieth interview he participated in this autumn recruitment.

This year is not a very smooth year. Since the beginning of the year, all kinds of things have happened, such as viruses, fires, earthquakes, floods, as if even the world is telling you to cherish everything.

The impact of the economy has made this year's autumn recruitment situation extremely serious. Even graduate students and doctoral students who can't find jobs are widely there, and Zhang Mian, who graduated from the materials major of one of the four sinkholes of environmental chemical students, is even more miserable.

Hundreds of resumes have been lost, and this time it has finally passed all the way to the last round of interviews, and they have been pushed out of a related person to the position that he is about to get.

This matter was secretly told by an interviewer who liked him very much during the interview, otherwise Zhang Meng really thought he was not strong enough.

"Brothers, how's your job going?" Zhang Mengyu noticed that the other roommates in the dormitory were also full of sadness.

"Don't mention it. An interview was as fierce as a tiger. When asked about the salary of 5,000, Xu Li in the next bed sighed and said, "My family is going to let me take another postgraduate entrance examination."

"Well, as long as we don't change our profession, even if we graduate from graduate school, it will be 6,000 or 7,000 yuan a month. Some of us have to work shifts. It's better to accept social beatings earlier. Maybe there are still some way out.

"What about you, Boss Sun?"

"What else can I do? Continue to sell the house. Although it's harder, it's better than eating a last meal."

"Well, if only we all had a better family background." Xu Li said.

"Hahaha, it's the kind that you have to go back to inherit the family property if you can't get along." Sun Yulei said.

"Why don't we call home and ask? What if our parents are actually billionaires behind our backs?

"Hahaha, you came up with your imagination!" Everyone joked, and the haze in Zhang's haze heart also dissipated a little.

At this time, Zhang Mong's mobile phone suddenly rang and looked at the number. The note was "Zhang Shixian". This was Zhang Mong's note to his father Zhang Xiaoyun, because his father was 50 years old and was still as coquettish as Hong Shixian.

"Dad, why did you suddenly remember to call me today?" Zhang Meng said weakly.

"This is not autumn recruitment. Let me ask how your job is going? Listening to your voice, it should be cold, right? Hahahaha!"

"Zhang Xiaoyun, are you still my father? Do you still come to laugh at me at this time?" Zhang Meng looked helpless, but Zhang Xiaoyun is this character. Since he remembered, Zhang Xiaoyun has been a little different from other people's fathers.

"Isn't it just that you can't find a job? What's there to lose?"

"Lao Zhang, if I can't make money if I can't find a job, I can't make money. If I can't make money, I won't have money to buy you a car and a big house for you. In the future, I can't marry a beautiful daughter-in-law to inherit the fine genes of our old Zhang family. Don't you think this is not worth losing?"

"It makes sense. In this case, you don't have to look for a job. No matter how good the job is, it's just to help others. It's impossible for our old Zhang family to work, and it's impossible to work in our life!"

"Hahaha, Dad, do you think you are stealing Guevara?" Zhang Mengyu smiled and said, "After Guevara was released from prison, they all began to work as anchors to make money, and aren't you at work?"

"That's all swading. I just want you to experience the life of ordinary people, lest you swell from childhood. Look at your three values now. It's time for you to inherit your family's property."

"What the hell? The property of the family? Zhang Mengyu laughed and said, "Lao Zhang, you think I don't know. Our family only has a 89-square-meter house and a 200,000-m car, with hundreds of thousands of deposits at most. You'd better keep these things for retirement!"

"How can you look down on me?" There was a laughter at the end of the phone, "National Day is coming soon. Go home. There are some things I should tell you!

"I know. If you miss me, just say it directly. It's true." Zhang Mengyu hung up the phone. As for what Zhang Xiaoyun said just now, he really didn't take it seriously.

"Well, just go back and relax. Looking for a job won't be a hindrance for these two weeks." Think about it, I haven't been home for a long time.

"What, hazy, your family's phone number?" The roommates asked.

"Yes, ask me how my job is going," Zhang Mong smiled. "My father also told me not to look for a job and go back to inherit the family property. The old man is very bad. I believe him!"

"Hahaha!" The roommates couldn't help laughing. Two years ago, they went to Zhang's hazy hometown. Although Zhang's hazy family is not bad, it is just the level of an ordinary working family.

"Maybe your father is afraid that you will learn badly and hide it from you since childhood!"

"Hahaha, that's right, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Your father said that he fished. Maybe hundreds of islands in your archipelago belong to your family?"

"Honely, don't forget each other!"

"It's getting farther and farther away. My family is still riding dolphins!" Zhang Mengxuan turned off the computer and finally glanced at the email fiercely, "When I have money, I must acquire your Wangyi Group!"

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"Oh, five years ago, I said I wanted to build a high-speed rail, but I still can't see anything!" Zhang Meng came down from the bus in curse, and several hours of bumps made his stomach stir.

"Strange, didn't my father say he would pick me up today? Why can't anyone see it?" Zhang Mengyu searched in the parking lot for a long time but couldn't find Zhang Xiaoyun's figure.

At this moment, a car stopped beside him.

"Damn it, Rolls-Royce? Are there such rich people in our small city? Zhang Meng looked at the luxurious sign with a look of envy.

The driver, wearing a suit and gloves, looked like a driver. He got out of the car, opened the door, and came out of the back seat of an old man who seemed to be sixty or 70 years old.

Zhang Mengyu suddenly suffocated slightly. The seemingly extraordinary old man actually bowed deeply to him and then said, "Mangong young master, get in the car. We have been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Wait? Hazy young master?" Zhang's hazy brain buzzed, "What's going on? Are you here to pick me up?

At this time, Zhang's hazy mobile phone shook. He turned on his mobile phone. On the chat interface was a picture sent by his father. It was an arrogant emoji with a big sword, and there were four words on the emoji:

"Can't you think of it?"