The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

The two teachers in charge of the students took everyone to have lunch, and then went back to the dormitory to pack their luggage and went back.

The ease and frustration of just finishing the exam made the students on the way back especially silent.

Even Yao Jinchen, who was the liveliest at the beginning, finally shut up. He put his hands in his pockets, as if he was cosplaying a salted fish that had lost his dreams.

On the way back, I also passed the sacred and well-known Nanshan Temple.

Yao Jinchen didn't know what stimulated him, so he suddenly said: "I heard that the monthly salary of Nanshan Temple is 7,000 yuan, so I can just go in and be a little Taoist priest or a little novice monk. Anyway, when the time comes The salary of a graduate from a university may not be 7,000."

Jiang Beiyu, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly laughed. This laughter was a bit abrupt in this fairly quiet car.

Most of the students looked in the direction of Jiang Beiyu, and then heard their teacher Jiang say: "The young monks and young Taoist priests in Nanshan Temple all have a master's degree or above, have you all reached it?"

"..."

The threshold is so high that it is unheard of.

Someone said, "Teacher Jiang, are you joking?"

"Are you kidding me?" Jiang Beiyu hooked the corners of his lips, "Don't you all carry your mobile phone now? Use your mobile phone to check online to see if what I said is true?"

Yao Jinchen was already severely beaten by this exam, but after listening to it, he felt that it was not bad, so he searched Nanshan Temple online.

To be honest, there are many temples like Nanshan Temple in the whole country, and some of them have similar names, like Beishan Temple and Xishan Temple.

But Nanshan Temple is the only one certified by the state.

Yao Jinchen found out its recruitment requirements: master's degree or above, no criminal record.

Yao Jinchen even saw the academic qualifications of some little Taoist priests and little novice monks.

He sighed with emotion: "Are Tsinghua University's doctoral candidates serious? Such an awesome person came here to become a monk?"

These days, the more you read, the more disillusioned you become?

From this, it can be concluded that:

To put it nicely: my Buddha only saves those who are destined.

Let's be more realistic: I'm not a scumbag.

Yao Jinchen held his mobile phone and wept silently in his heart. These days, he has no academic qualifications, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to be a monk or a Taoist priest.

A monthly salary of 7000 is not easy.

After Jiang Beiyu beat the little bastard, he was in a good mood. When he turned his head, he glanced at the little bodyguard who was closing his eyes again, and clicked his tongue.

Nanshan Temple disappeared before their eyes in an instant.

Jiang Beiyu didn't go in.

When all the students are sent back to school, they should be told to rest in the dormitory and go home when they go home, and don't overdraw their bodies crazily thinking that there is still one night left.

Young Master Jiang has gotten used to the sense of responsibility brought by his profession, and has even given up treatment until now.

In the end, it was his few consciences that supported this job with a salary of tens of thousands of yuan.

After asking the students to disperse on the spot, Jiang Beiyu called Su Nanzhi again.

Su Nanzhi who just walked out ten meters away: "?"

She glanced back at Jiang Beiyu, who glanced at her, then turned her back.

Su Nanzhi: "... Teacher Jiang?"

"Is there any arrangement for dinner? If not, the teacher will bring you a big meal."