Many people will encounter some problems when applying for some jobs. The employer will ask a question that may involve discrimination - city people or country people.

    Some people have been complaining about these problems for a long time, which has also aroused heated debate in the society for many times. The law has also formulated some relevant measures to deal with this discriminatory behavior, but many companies will still raise such problems when recruiting people.

    Is this discrimination?

    Are you unwilling to recruit workers from the countryside just because this worker is from the countryside?

    In fact, it is not. For capitalists, where workers come from has nothing to do with squeezing their labor force. Even if these workers come from outer space, as long as they are arranged in the working class, they can not stop the squeezing behavior of capitalists'' subjective needs.

    The reason why the city and the countryside become opposing words comes from the conscious behavior, the conscious behavior of the city people and the conscious behavior of the country people.

    Some people will say that they can''t see the difference between the two, but they don''t only exist, but also very big.

    In the society of great changes in this era, every day in the city is a new change. New scientific and technological products are born, new laws and regulations are established, and more new things continue to wash people''s understanding of the world.

    However, in rural areas, the slow pace and distance from the city center make the changes in the countryside often take seasons or years as a cycle. They know less and slower about new things than the city people, which also means that when there are some emergencies, it is difficult for them to react and deal with them correctly.

    The situation the little secretary encountered at this time is actually somewhat similar to that encountered by Alisha at that time. It is also related to her vital interests and safety. She is also facing the choice of fate at a certain moment.

    Both of them have similar backgrounds - Alisha''s father is a government official, the director of transportation, and the little secretary works personally in the core unit of politics.

    They all come from middle-class families. Never doubt the price of an apartment in the imperial capital. This is not affordable for a girl in her twenties who has worked for less than ten years. Just as the villa in Oak Bay has risen to more than 3.8 million, the villa of the same size in other cities may be as high as 3.5 million.

    So their choices were almost the same. The subconscious little secretary grabbed the phone and dialed Dulin''s residence in the imperial capital.

    She remembers these numbers. As the office duty Secretary outside the leader of the new party, she must firmly remember the name, character, characteristics, recent itinerary and other information of everyone at the top of the new party, including their telephone numbers.

    The phone was connected after three rings. Du Lin answered the phone himself, "help me, I live..."

    She didn''t know whether Doolin would save her. She didn''t even know whether the people outside were Doolin''s people. But at the moment, the alarm phone was useless, the guard of the apartment didn''t seem interested in meddling, and the surrounding tenants couldn''t intervene in such a thing. There was only one person she could ask for help and had enough ability to save her. That was Doolin.

    Dooling never let people down. He told the girl to protect herself, hide herself, and count to a hundred.

    The little secretary did what Mulin asked. She quickly ran into the bedroom and pushed all the movable things behind the door.

    A girl who has never shown her special talent in strength is like God''s help at this moment. Even a heavy bed or wardrobe can be easily pushed by her.

    In this process, the police outside the door began to break the door violently after a warning. According to the police, the alarm person did not appear. In order to avoid accidents, they have the right to forcibly enter the room to check whether the life safety of the alarm person has been threatened and whether they need help.

    The little secretary was about to cry. She wiped her tears, held her head in her hands, buried her head between her knees, and began to count down according to her purpose.

    One hundred

    Ninety nine

    Ninety eight

    The door banging outside suddenly stopped with a bang, even the wall trembled a few times. It was obvious that there were more than two people, and there were three people outside!

    The single apartment is not too big. There is only one bedroom, a simple living room where you can cook food and a place to wash. The rest is only the bedroom.

    The door of the bedroom was knocked. Outside the door came the voice of the former policeman, "madam, please open the door. We are police. You can trust us..."

    The little secretary covered her ears and continued to count down in panic, as if these changing numbers had a magical magic that gave her a great power she couldn''t believe, like... As long as she counted the last number, all terrible things would end.

    The police outside the door began to rush into the bedroom door again. The banging sound and the intensified vibration behind the door strengthened, which made the little secretary''s tears flow again.

    She could even see a crack in the door. Outside the door, a somewhat embarrassed policeman gasped. His cold eyes looked at him through the crack less than an inch wide, and then kept hitting the wooden door with his shoulders.

    The furniture behind the door plays a great role. The small space makes these furniture very reasonable use. They block the door tightly, but this does not mean that the door can''t be opened.

    The police stopped for a moment, then took the baton and began to smash the door panel. The distorted door panel soon heard a different sound from that before. In some dull sound of fragmentation, the door panel was smashed through.

    The police outside the door no longer persuaded the little secretary to open the door, but stared at her and pushed or lifted the furniture behind the door to make more space for opening the door.

    At this time, the girl burst into tears. She couldn''t even count down. Her lips trembled and lost control. There was no room for more things in her brain except fear of pain and death.

    Seeing that the aggravation behind the door was cleared away, the policeman began to squeeze in with his stomach. At this time, the girl seemed to think of something. She looked around for something that could be used to stop the police from coming in.

    Desk lamp, clothes hanger, but the effect is not very good.

    The police finally squeezed in. He grabbed the little secretary''s hair and tore it hard. A ferocious and distorted expression appeared on his face. He seemed to enjoy the fear on the girl''s face very much. "You should open the door, madam!"

    His other hand suddenly touched the little secretary''s waist and groped up slowly. The girl was shaking all over. She had something else because of fear.

    Her lips moved slightly. The policeman was curious and asked with a grim smile, "what are you talking about?"

    "Nine..."

    "Eight..."

    "Seven, please, hurry up!"

    "Six..."

    "Count?", the policeman laughed and his other hand continued to move up. "Counting is a good way. We have plenty of time to play this game tonight..."

    When he finished this sentence, the girl finished counting the last number.

    When he was about to say something more, suddenly there were several dense gunshots in his ear. When he looked back at the door, a gun had been aimed at his head.

    Poof... Poof!

    The back of the head left to the little secretary was suddenly opened by something. A heat flow and some viscous things sprayed her face. She suddenly shook and stood in place, like... Losing all consciousness.

    The policeman''s body lost its strength support and soon collapsed to the ground. His dumping also pushed the little secretary to sit on the ground. It seemed that the pain in her ass made her feel more or less refreshed, and the man outside the door also squeezed in.

    He cleaned the furniture behind the door, grabbed the girl''s arm, dragged her off the ground and pulled her out.

    "The boss asked me to arrive in 100 seconds. I hope I''m not late.", the cold-blooded man pulled the girl running down the aisle. The girl was dragged like a string puppet without any initiative.

    This sentence seems to have some magical power. After that, the girl''s eyes suddenly have a focus. She began to run and accelerate subjectively, and asked, "one hundred seconds..."

    The man replied without looking back, "a hundred seconds..."

    They quickly went downstairs, got in the car and left here. They also missed several police cars with flashing lights on the road. The girl looked back from the rear window. They turned at the second intersection, where they lived.

    Compared with the helplessness just now, she feels much better and a little tired.

    Fifteen minutes later, she came to a villa. In the hall, she saw Dooling, which made her suddenly relax inexplicably.

    As soon as she wanted to express her gratitude, Doolin slightly covered his nose and moved away. He waved and called a girl, "take her to wash it. It smells of sweat and..." he didn''t say, but everyone knows what it tastes like.

    The little secretary wanted to cut off his face and throw it away. It was too embarrassing to step on the horse. He put his jaw tightly in front of his chest and went to the bathroom with another girl.

    After careful grooming and putting on new clothes, she appeared in front of Turin again. There was no strange smell on her, only a clear fragrance of flowers.

    "Thank you!"

    This is the first sentence the little secretary said after she was emotionally stable this evening. It can also be regarded as thanking Du Lin for saving her.

    Dooling smiled and responded, just looking at the girl.

    He held a wine glass in his hand. His thumb and index finger pinched the mouth of the glass, and his little thumb held the bottom of the glass. The wine glass kept rotating between his palms. He seemed a little embarrassed, and the girl looked at other places.

    The luxurious decoration and furnishings are not much different from other villas in the central urban area of the imperial capital. Some antiques and works of art displayed here can be sold for tens of thousands of thousands or even more.

    Wealth has long lost its original meaning to people like Turing, and even the concept of wealth has been blurred.

    "What happened tonight will not happen once!" two or three minutes later, Du Lin said this sentence, which attracted the girl''s attention and made her heart beat violently.

    Looking at Du Lin, there seemed to be no more explanation. At this time, most of the thinking girls couldn''t help but open their mouth and ask, "why?"

    She might have guessed at other times, but she had just been frightened. At this time, her mind was hard to calm, her mind was confused, and she didn''t pay enough attention to let her think.

    Durin shrugged his shoulders and tilted his legs. He took a sip of wine and put the cup on the coaster on the tea table, "because as long as I catch you, my enemies can master a weapon against me."

    The simple explanation made the girl wake up immediately. What Du Lin said was nothing wrong. If she was threatened and hurt enough, she didn''t ensure that she could tell the truth, and Du Lin didn''t threaten her before, she lied.

    In order to be less painful, less painful, not to suffer more harm or even die, she will certainly compromise, and then she will give a lot of testimony against Turin.

    This made her shiver. She had thought of the more serious consequences and secretly glanced at Du Lin. she felt that if she was really coerced into perjury to sue Du Lin (?), Du Lin would not let herself go.

    The more she thought about it, the more confused she was. For a while, she couldn''t find a suitable solution. She could only look at Turin, "what should I do?"

    Du Lin stood up with a smile, went to the bar, took a new glass and brought a bottle of wine. He poured some wine for the girl. "It''s very simple. Those who want to frame me don''t have the time and energy to do so. After this time, you''ll be safe."

    He pushed the poured wine in front of the girl. The girl hesitated with her hands, took a big sip, and her face turned red.

    Durin stretched out his index finger and slipped gently on the girl''s face. The girl dared not avoid. Her face was red as if she could spray blood with a small cut.

    "I like your freckles, which make people feel very close..." he smiled. "So in order not to be disturbed by those people, we need to let people know the truth of some things..." he picked up the glass and touched the glass in the girl''s hand, "let people know the truth of Mr. Bowers falling downstairs!"

    The girl suddenly stared at Turin. She didn''t believe that Turin would tell the truth, but if he didn''t tell the truth, I''m afraid the so-called truth.

    The girl trembled again, so she deeply realized the horror, pressure, murder, and even planting and framing at the core of the political vortex. These ugliest things are like the air around people here, and people have long been used to it.

    Du Lin looked at the girl and nodded. He was very satisfied. He raised his finger and pointed to the girl. Someone sent paper and pen. He looked at the girl and said, "I said, you remember, and then recite it!"