The world of film and television begins with Zhou Bingkun in the human world.

Chapter 68 The Job I Long For

"Zhou Bingkun, I never expected you to be so outstanding. It was definitely a mistake of mine to transfer you to the slag removal workshop." Qu Xiuzhen signed her name on Zhou Bingkun's job transfer form. Looking at Zhou Bingkun in front of her, she couldn't help but sigh softly, once again admitting her mistake.

Zhou Bingkun chuckled but didn't say anything.

Although Zhou Bingkun knew that Qu Xiuzhen was not a bad person, he had absolutely no good feelings towards her.

After all, it was because of Qu Xiuzhen that he ended up working as a slag remover in the slag removal workshop for a full seven years.

Although Qu Xiuzhen later admitted her mistake, apologized, and even paid compensation, and Zhou Bingkun stopped holding it against her, it was absolutely impossible for Zhou Bingkun and her to get along well.

Seeing Zhou Bingkun's attitude, Qu Xiuzhen knew that Zhou Bingkun didn't like her, an old woman.

In the years that followed, Qu Xiuzhen would occasionally invite Zhou Bingkun to her home, but Zhou Bingkun never agreed, always maintaining an attitude of being too lazy to pay attention to them. Eventually, Qu Xiuzhen stopped pressuring him.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Bingkun transformed into an outstanding poet, and now he is even going to work at the cultural center as a cultural worker.

Zhou Bingkun ignored Qu Xiuzhen's sentiments. After receiving his job transfer notice, he went to the slag removal workshop to pack his personal belongings.

When Zhou Bingkun arrived at the slag removal workshop, Cao Debao, Lü Chuan, and the others eagerly gathered around him.

"Bingkun, are you really being transferred? Where are you going to work? Are there any other positions available?" Cao Debao looked at Zhou Bingkun with hopeful eyes.

"No," Zhou Bingkun replied casually, in a good mood.

"Bingkun, don't be so adamant. I have talents too; I play the harmonica exceptionally well. After you go to your new job, help me find out if they need someone who knows how to play a musical instrument—" Cao Debao kept nagging.

Zhou Bingkun pretended not to hear anything.

Standing behind Cao Debao, Lü Chuan looked at Zhou Bingkun with a complicated expression.

Compared to Cao Debao, Lü Chuan has been quietly studying all these years, even voluntarily enrolling in night school, just wanting to change his destiny through knowledge.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Bingkun transformed into an outstanding poet and even got a better job because of it.

The saying "knowledge changes destiny" is perfectly exemplified in Zhou Bingkun's life.

Unfortunately, Zhou Bingkun was too cold to people before. Lu Chuan had tried to get closer to Zhou Bingkun, but to no avail. Otherwise, he could have learned something from Zhou Bingkun and perhaps left this scum workshop with him.

Regardless, Zhou Bingkun's change gave Lü Chuan a lot of motivation. He became even more convinced that knowledge could change his destiny, and he was determined to study even harder.

Zhou Bingkun had no idea what Lü Chuan was thinking. He was busy handling the job transfer, running around to various places, and it took almost the whole day to finally get the job transfer done.

The next day, Zhou Bingkun was woken up early by Zheng Juan.

"Bingkun, change into this new outfit. It looks good on you, and there are new shoes too—"

"Oh dear, is there anything else we need to prepare?"

"This is a cultural center, after all!"

Zhou Bingkun let Zheng Juan do whatever she wanted, just smiling at her, showing no sign of nervousness whatsoever.

Zheng Juan, who was originally busy, stressed, and even a little anxious, got a little annoyed when she saw Zhou Bingkun's appearance. She reached out and patted Zhou Bingkun twice: "You just want to see me worry, don't you?"

Zhou Bingkun chuckled and pulled Zheng Juan into his arms: "Alright, Juan'er. It's just working at the cultural center! None of the people there are as capable as me. It's just that I'm a newcomer with little experience. Otherwise, with my reputation as a great poet, I would at least be the deputy director of the cultural center."

"You call yourself the deputy curator? You're just bragging!" Zheng Juan was amused by Zhou Bingkun's words.

In fact, what Zhou Bingkun said wasn't wrong at all. If it weren't for his youth and the fact that he hadn't previously worked in the cultural field and didn't have a formal position, he could have easily landed a deputy director position, given his reputation as a nationally renowned poet.

After breakfast, Zhou Bingkun rode his bicycle with Zheng Juan on the back to work. After dropping Zheng Juan off at the timber processing plant, Zhou Bingkun headed to the city cultural center.

Although he had heard that working at the cultural center offered very flexible hours, Zhou Bingkun thought that since today was his first day of work, he should not be late and went to the city cultural center at the normal working hours.

When Zhou Bingkun arrived at the cultural center on his bicycle, he was stopped by the security guard.

The gatekeeper was an old man surnamed Qin!

"What are you doing here? What are you doing at the cultural center?" Grandpa Qin looked at Zhou Bingkun with a wary expression.

"Grandpa, I'm here to report to the cultural center. My job has been transferred here." Zhou Bingkun showed Grandpa Qin his job transfer document.

Grandpa Qin looked at the job transfer document in Zhou Bingkun's hand, nodded in realization, and then looked at Zhou Bingkun with a strange expression: "Job transfer? You're too early. Go inside and wait. When the curator arrives, go and report to him."

Hearing the gatekeeper say that he had arrived too early, Zhou Bingkun was delighted. Sure enough, the work at the cultural center was just as "Clumsy Little Dog" had said—very easy!

Zhou Bingkun walked into the cultural center. The entire center was quiet and empty. Clearly, no one was at work at this hour.

After waiting for about two more hours, a woman in her thirties finally came in. She was carrying a small bag containing yarn balls, knitting needles, and a half-finished sweater.

After entering the house, the woman found a place to sit down and prepared to knit a sweater.

"Hello, ma'am." Zhou Bingkun stepped forward and greeted her.

"Huh? Hey? Who are you? How did you get in?" The woman looked at Zhou Bingkun with a puzzled expression, as if she didn't understand why he was there.

"Hello, ma'am, my name is Zhou Bingkun. I just transferred to work at our cultural center." Zhou Bingkun quickly introduced himself.

"Zhou Bingkun? You're the Zhou Bingkun who wrote 'The Answer' and 'Spring Blossoms'? You're way too young!"

"Hehe, I'm lucky, I'm lucky, I wrote two poems," Zhou Bingkun said modestly.

"This isn't just good luck; your 'Answer' and 'Spring Blossoms' are truly excellent. Let me tell you—"

This woman, named Li Weihong, seemed to really like the two poems written by Zhou Bingkun, so she talked on and on with him.

Starting with these two poems, the text then introduces the work of the cultural center, including how many people work there, how they work, their daily working hours, and even reveals that the cultural center is planning to allocate housing again, seemingly reminding Zhou Bingkun to seize the opportunity.

Later, people from the cultural center arrived one after another, and Li Weihong led Zhou Bingkun to get to know them one by one.

These people seemed to treat Zhou Bingkun fairly well; at least on the surface, they all appeared quite friendly.

Around 11 o'clock, the director of the cultural center finally arrived, and Zhou Bingkun went to find the director to complete the onboarding procedures.

After completing the formalities, Zhou Bingkun went directly to the cafeteria with the curator.

Goodness, the curator arrives at work around 11 a.m., and with a little preparation, he can have lunch right away. This job is something Zhou Bingkun really loves!

In this way, Zhou Bingkun gradually integrated into the work of the cultural center. He would arrive at the cultural center around 10 a.m., have lunch, rest for two hours, then sit and read for a while before going home around 4 p.m.

Sometimes, if they don't want to go to work, they can simply skip it under the guise of a field trip, without even needing to ask for leave.

Zhou Bingkun absolutely loved this kind of work!

To be honest, if Zhou Bingkun hadn't been studying diligently for several years, he really wouldn't want to take the college entrance examination next year.

After all, Zhou Bingkun is already extremely satisfied with his current job. Even if he went to university and got a degree, would any new job he was offered be more comfortable than this cultural center? Probably not.

As for Zheng Juan, she didn't know what to say about Zhou Bingkun's current job.

When Zheng Juan first discovered that Zhou Bingkun didn't go to work until after 10 a.m., she was really shocked. She was worried that Zhou Bingkun wouldn't work properly at the cultural center and would be punished, have his salary deducted, or even be fired.

At that time, Zheng Juan looked genuinely worried.

When Zheng Juan heard Zhou Bingkun describe the nature of the work at the cultural center, she found it hard to believe that such a job could exist in the world.

Only after Zhou Bingkun repeatedly assured her did Zheng Juan reluctantly believe that this was how the cultural center worked.

Even so, Zheng Juan repeatedly insisted that Zhou Bingkun must arrive at get off work on time, as she was still worried that he might be fired if something happened at the cultural center.

Zhou Bingkun was speechless. There was nothing he could do but take Zheng Juan on his bicycle every day to the timber processing plant and then to the cultural center.

Zhou Bingkun's behavior made the gatekeeper, Uncle Qin, look increasingly strange, as if he hadn't expected Zhou Bingkun to be so honest, going to and from get off work at the designated times every day.

As a result, Zhou Bingkun became somewhat out of place with the other people at the cultural center. In the end, Zhou Bingkun had to explain that his wife was timid and worried that he would lose his job if he didn't work hard, so he had no choice but to be punctual for get off work.

This explanation drew laughter from his colleagues, with some even exclaiming that Zhou Bingkun was afraid of his wife.

In the end, Zhou Bingkun's incident became a little joke in the cultural center, and it was often brought up and teased.

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