"I signed up, but can I deliberately fail the exam?" Jack thought to himself as he took the exam. The national civil service exam was held in a high school in New York. There were not many candidates, and only 35 classrooms were used. Jack's admission ticket number was 0665729. He sat in the last seat in the last row. From the moment the test paper was handed out, he didn't take it seriously. After filling in his name and test number, he began to doodle on the answer sheet.
He had seen a Korean candidate draw a rogue rabbit on the answer sheet on the Internet, and the painting shocked him. Now, he also has such an opportunity to show his painting skills.
However, he can't draw a rabbit, that's too vulgar. Jack thought about what he wanted to draw three days before the exam, and now he began to draw it on the answer sheet one stroke at a time.
"Is this Superman?" The young invigilator obviously noticed Jack's painting, and asked after standing beside him and watching for a long time.
"Yes!" Jack was very happy that someone appreciated his painting, "It looks like it, right?"
The invigilator was helpless: "Student, can you be more serious? Even if you have been selected, you should get a score above the passing line, right?"
Jack wanted to get a score below the passing line, he smiled at the teacher and continued to work.
As for the interview in the afternoon, he didn't go at all.
"When will the results come out?" After coming back, Emily asked him nervously, "How is it? Can you pass the passing line?" She cares about her boyfriend's work very much. Even if Jack can change his luck, even if they have to live apart, she doesn't care.
"Yes." Jack said nonsense, but when he saw a hint of melancholy flashing across Emily's happy eyes, he smiled and hugged her, "Don't worry, even if I pass the score line, I can't pass the interview." When Jack showed her the recruitment plan, he deliberately deleted the part that restricted the names of applicants, so Emily didn't know the trick. "It would be best if you pass the exam. You will be a national civil servant, and a financial officer in the Security Bureau. It's a stable job." "Where are we going to eat tonight?" Jack tried to change the subject, "Let's eat hamburgers?" A week later, Emily pulled the reluctant Jack to sit in front of the computer, opened the civil service website and started to check the score: "Your score: 23 points (You can get 23 points here, it's amazing. Jack glanced at Emily was stunned, thinking to herself) Number of applicants: 10 (There are quite a few people in New York who want Jack to study financial management. Jack continued to think) Your score ranking: 10 (If it is anyone, they will definitely score higher than me. Jack saw that Emily's face was a little distorted, and hurried over to hug her shoulders) The pass rate of this exam: 100% (Huh? Jack was stunned) Please come to the New York City National Security Bureau in Manhattan, New York City for an interview on June 10, 2007. " "Is this okay? !" Jack almost smashed the computer, "I'm the last one with only 23 points! Let me go for an interview too?" "Maybe the interview quota is 10 people?" Emily couldn't think of any other explanation, "Congratulations!" Congratulations? If I got first place, the pass rate this time would be 10%, right? "I'm not going!" Jack waved his hands and sat aside, "Whoever wants to go can go, but I'm not going!"
Emily was a little angry: "Why don't you go! Why don't you go for such a good job!? You must go!"
Jack was afraid that telling the truth would cause trouble, and he didn't dare to tell Emily why he was so brave in bed recently. He just sulked: "No!"
"You!" Emily's face flushed, "We desperately sent out resumes everywhere to get an interview opportunity, even if the company is not very good, we have to try! Now such a good opportunity is in front of you, but you don't want it, what kind of job do you want! "This..." Jack didn't want to mention the strange woman, but just lowered his head and smoked, "Anyway, I won't go." "No!" Emily was anxious, her eyes red, "I don't care, you have to go!" The result of the confrontation was that Jack hugged Emily who was crying and comforted her again and again: "I'll go! Is it okay for me to go? For the future of both of us, I must get this job..." Emily burst into laughter and hugged Jack: "That's good, we don't have to worry about getting married in the future..." Jack stood in front of the gate of the New York National Security Bureau, looking at this vast, modern but slightly deserted building complex, and sighed. "Sir, please show your ID." The guard was a real soldier, who politely stopped him and Emily outside the door. "Hello." Jack was pushed by Emily, and he took out his interview admission ticket and ID card helplessly, "I'm Jack, I'm here for an interview. This is my girlfriend, who came with me." The soldier took the ID card and looked at it, then looked at Emily who was hiding behind Jack, and saluted after making a phone call at the gate: "Please come in. Madam, please wait in the conference room, don't walk around casually." What would happen if you walked around casually? Jack and Emily didn't dare to try: the other person was holding a real gun, and if you ran around, you might get into trouble. "Please wait here." The beautiful uniformed female secretary took Jack and Emily to the conference room, asked them to sit down, and brought two cups of coffee. Jack took a sip of coffee, looked around, and found that there were already 7 people sitting here. "Are these your competitors?" Emily put her mouth close to Jack's ear, and looked at those people hostilely, "You must perform better! Defeat them all." I'm afraid they will be defeated without fighting. Jack sighed when he saw the strange woman appear at the door. "Jack." The strange woman called out, then saw that all eight people stood up, frowned, "The one over there, come out, the others sit down." Jack saw the woman's finger pointing at him, patted Emily's arm, and walked over. "Come with me, the others are waiting to be called for an interview." The strange woman walked ahead on her own, walked into an office, and closed the door after Jack came in, "Very good, I was worried that you wouldn't come." How could I not come? Jack saw two old men in uniforms sitting behind the desk, and there was a chair in front of the desk. Knowing that it was his seat, he sighed and sat over: "I don't want to be an agent." "No one asked you to be an agent." One of the old men looked at him and said, "Jack, right? You passed the interview and will start work in three days. Lillian, take him to get the uniform and documents." Passed it just like that? Jack was stunned: "Why don't you ask anything else?"
The two old men looked at each other: "Okay, what do you want us to ask?"
"For example, family background, political inclination, how the major you studied will help you, etc." Jack said mechanically, "Is it passed just like that?"
The strange woman shook her head and interrupted the two old men's interest: "You passed, and I will be your immediate superior in the future. My name is Lillian, and you will call me captain in the future. We will help you transfer your file. Now go and get your uniform and ID from me."
She still led the way, and Jack followed her into the locker room in a daze.
"This is your uniform, made according to your height. Now put it on and let me see it." Lillian stuffed the clothes, badge, ID and other things to Jack, and turned to walk out.
20 minutes later, she looked up and down at Jack, who was still a little restrained, with a scrutinizing look: "Even if you put on the dragon robe, you don't look like an emperor." She sighed, and her tense face relaxed, and seemed to show a smile, "I am your captain, and you will follow me from now on. If someone dares to bully you in the bureau, tell me my name. If someone bullies you outside, come back and tell me, I will help you out." She suddenly became serious again, and said seriously, "From now on, we are comrades-in-arms."
"Take your girlfriend home to celebrate your new job." Lillian's hand just touched Jack's chin, and the breath she exuded made him a little breathless. "Come to me in three days... or any time you are ready. Our department is not bound by the old-fashioned attendance rules. Okay, take off your uniform. You don't need to wear it unless it is necessary. Just wear ordinary business clothes. When you go home, study this manual carefully. If you leak any secrets, I can't protect you."
After that, she turned and left.
This was the first time Jack officially met Lillian, a woman as powerful as a devil.
Jack felt dizzy, grabbed his uniform and ID, and walked into the meeting room under the surprised and fierce eyes of others. He pulled Emily out, and Lillian announced to everyone, "The interview is over. Now you can all go home."
Were they really so blatant? Jack couldn't help but smile bitterly as he walked away, thinking, couldn't she just do it perfunctorily?
"Congratulations!" Emily couldn't contain her joy as they walked through the FBI corridor. "This is amazing!"
Amazing? Jack looked down at the blue and black uniform in his hands that was almost identical to the police, with his name engraved on the metal badge, and smiled bitterly.
As they walked out the door, the soldier didn't stop them, but simply saluted.
Maybe he should return the salute, Jack thought, remembering his military training. He stopped and returned the salute.
"Congratulations," the soldier said with a wink and a smile. "Take care, see you later."
It's better to meet and part than to stay together. Jack smiled bitterly. Now he was one of the people who defended his country.
"Son! Are you a policeman now?" Jack's mother exclaimed when she saw him coming home with a police uniform. "Have you taken the civil service exam?"
Jack nodded. On the way home, he had read the manual and knew what to say and what not to say. "Not just a policeman, but an FBI agent."
As a dutiful fiancée, Emily interjected, "Jack is going to the FBI as an accountant. It's safe."
"The FBI is not full of spies," Jack laughed and threw the uniform on the bed. "I'm just an accountant."
His mother saw him carelessly throwing the uniform on the bed and quickly picked it up and folded it carefully. "You always throw clothes everywhere. If it's wrinkled, how can you wear it to work? Is this the only one you have?"
"Just this one," Jack said, taking a sip of water. "I don't usually wear it. Have you seen FBI agents in uniform on the street?"
His mother looked at the uniform curiously. "What's the difference between this and a normal police uniform?"
"No difference, just the armband," Jack said with a smile as he sat next to Emily. "It just says 'Police', while the words on the armband of ordinary police officers are smaller. And the badge is different."
"Okay, okay," his mother carefully folded his uniform and put it in the closet, then walked out quickly to call his father. "Honey! We're going to have a big dinner tonight! Come home early!"
It seemed that they were going to celebrate in a big way.
During dinner, Jack's father opened a bottle of aged bourbon and poured some for himself and his son. "Cheers to your new job! Let's have a drink!"
A good job? Jack took a sip of the drink and felt a little bitter. A good job...
Back at school, he was also asked to entertain his friends. "You are the first person in our dormitory to get a government job, you owe us a chance," William, who had just returned from New York, said with a smile. "FBI! This is not a place where anyone can enter!"
"Yeah, treat us to dinner!" Jack and Alex put down their papers for the time being and echoed together. "Bring your girlfriend to celebrate with us."
There was no way. Jack suddenly felt like the sober one among the drunks, the sober one among the sea of chaotic thoughts.
He couldn't even express his frustration. The FBI had strict rules, and leaking secrets could land him in a military court. Although Jack wasn't entirely sure what he could and couldn't say, he figured it was best to keep quiet until he figured it out.
So he agreed to treat them to dinner. His parents had given him a thousand dollars, and now he had to spend it.
"Hey, our class is having a farewell dinner soon," Jack mumbled, his eyes red and swollen from drinking, and he put his arm around Jack's shoulders. "Are you going?"
"I am," Jack said. He didn't think accounting would be too busy to take time out for dinner. "I'll still be staying here. Just let me know when you're ready."
"Deal!" Jack raised his glass. "Good luck to all of us finding good jobs!"