Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 743: Two letters
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Late night, Raman dragged his tired body and drove home. When I entered the door, I saw a light in the living room, and his old mother was still waiting for him.
"Mom, you don't have to wait for me like this every day." Raman put down his handbag and pushed his mother back to the room to rest. But he knew that no matter what he said, as long as he did not go home, his mother would have been waiting.
"There is something to eat in the refrigerator, just heat it up in the microwave. Karin was bullied again at school and came home crying today ..." The old mother said a lot and went into the bedroom. I added a sentence before, "I have two letters today, I put them on the restaurant table."
Sometimes it was easy for her mother to take a break, and Raman took another pizza from the refrigerator and put it in the microwave, before reading the letter on the table.
Now people use mail or telephone to contact them. It may be some kind of bill, Raman thought.
Raman is an Indian, with a particularly long name. He is from a low-caste Sudra, which is slightly better than the untouchables. He completely ran from India to the United States by his own efforts and luck, and did everything possible to send his old mother and a daughter to India.
But this is the limit of Raman's ability. Being able to jump out of that big fire pit in India, Raman was already very grateful for the refuge of the gods, but he also worked very hard in the United States.
When Raman was admitted to the California Institute of Technology as a computer major and received a full scholarship, not to mention the village where he lived at that time, it was the entire Tuban sensation.
However, after graduating, he could not find a job because of his average grades. In order to continue to mix visas, he went to study for a lifeforms Pharmacy Master. It is said that this is a popular major. But after graduating from a master's degree, no pharmaceutical factory hired him as an ordinary graduate student with no reputation and no results.
Frustrated, Raman went to study a Ph.D. in business administration, hoping to develop towards the business community. Unlucky, he ended up mixing as a sales assistant in a small trading company, responsible for importing toys from China to the United States for sale.
Raman is all in his forties and has an annual salary of barely 40,000, renting a small house in Santa Monica, Los Angeles. In the eyes of relatives in India, he has succeeded beyond sight, but he knows that his life is very general, and the glory of his early years has long since left him.
Recently, the company ’s situation is very bad. Raman is worried that he may not get a work visa next year. The trouble doesn't stop there. He took his daughter to India but couldn't send it to expensive private schools. He could only let her be bullied by other children in the community's public schools every day.
Mother's visa was obtained on the grounds of medical treatment. Now that the visa has long expired, Raman is worried that the immigration officer will suddenly appear in his home that day.
It ’s difficult, and Raman has a headache, even a bit desperate. He couldn't find a way out of the predicament. He could only see that he and his family were in trouble.
"Strange, this is not a bill." Raman first opened a letter from India, written by his former classmates. The content of the letter was simple, and he was formally invited to return to India as the CEO of a pharmaceutical company.
Oh ... sounds great.
But it was a pharmaceutical company that had just been established for half a year. It required no investment, no technology, no personnel, and Raman did not want to return to India. Really, he didn't want to go back to the fire pit at all.
However, Raman ’s current situation does not allow him to be too picky. The pharmaceutical company in Bangalore said that although the company had just started, it had gathered a lot of talents from the United States. Everyone is very motivated, hoping to show their efforts in generic drugs.
The company lacks a well-informed, energetic, versatile, perseverant, and has good communication skills and high-quality management personnel. After learning about Raman's learning and working experience, the company's partners agreed that it was the most appropriate position for him to assume this position.
The thing that impresses Raman most is the annual salary of 50,000 US dollars. This money is not only higher than his income in the United States, but also the income of the upper class in India. It is very, very, very moving!
Seeing this, Raman could n’t help but sit up straight, and his groggy mind was excited. If this is true, it can change his life, even if he returns to India. Seeing that there was a phone at the end of the letter, he immediately pulled out his phone and wanted to call to confirm it.
However, there is another letter.
Before dialing, Raman hesitated and decided to read another letter. This second letter is simpler to write. What is more special is that it is not printed but handwritten, and the handwriting is very neat.
The letter begins with ‘Dear Mr. Raman’. The content is that the writer wants to meet him and recommend him a job. But there is nothing to mention about the nature of the job, work address, salary and remuneration.
A confusing letter, lie to me, who wrote it?
Raman looked at the cash register and was familiar.
Strange ... Who is this Professor Kelvin?
Raman read the full name of the person who wrote the letter, and a big man in the United States in medicine and medicine appeared in his heart.
Isn't it possible?
Member of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States, leader of the world lifeforms pharmaceutical field, Nobel Prize winner, national treasure-level scholar, ...
As long as you think about Professor Kelvin ’s series of scary titles, Raman feels that he must be watching a fantasy. This kind of Daniel is writing a letter to himself, and also recommending work, which is a joke.
Laman did n’t believe it from the bottom of his heart. He turned the thin letter paper over and over again, trying to find out more doubts. Compared with the invitation letter from his classmates, this letter from Professor Kelvin brought him more psychological fluctuations.
It is impossible for such a famous big man to make a joke, then someone must be teasing himself, and Raman was very angry. As an Indian, a poor worm crawling up from the bottom of the lower caste, his life is already too much trouble, and some people gave him such a bad joke.
Raman would like to scold people, or to teach the guy who did this kind of mischief, he saw that the phone was also left on the stationery, and regardless of the late night, he immediately dialed it.
The phone was quickly connected. A female voice said across the street: "Hello, this is Professor Kelvin's laboratory at Columbia University Medical Center. Who are you looking for?"
A series of tall laboratory names shocked the angry Raman. He immediately shrunk a little, and the anger in his heart disappeared. Zhizhiwuwu said: "Hello, so late Are you still working? "
"Ha Ha Ha ..., yes! The laboratory has been particularly busy recently." The female voice answering the phone smiled and asked, "Who are you?"
"I ..., my name is Raman." Raman regretted making such a bold call. He couldn't explain why he called.
But the woman at the end of the phone did n’t respond to this. It seemed that after checking on the computer, she reported the full name of Raman and continued: "Are you here to make an appointment with Professor Kelvin? The day after tomorrow Are you free at two in the afternoon? "
"Yes ... Yes." Raman was a little bit confused. Appointment to meet, what's going on? Is it really a letter written by Professor Kelvin? "
"Then it's so fixed, do you have any other questions?" the wiring female voice asked again.
"No ... nothing. Thank you! Oh ... no! wait a minute, I want to ask if Professor Kelvin really wants to see me? I am just a very ordinary person, I want to say this is not a joke?"
"Oh, I do n’t know the specific situation, but we are recruiting people recently. Let me see, what you are competing for is ... a laboratory supervisor position with an annual salary of $ 500,000. I think Professor Kelvin will not randomly send invitations to meet, are you interested in this? "
A click, Raman ’s cell phone dropped. He lost his focus and looked at the wall of his restaurant, a word echoing in his mind—500,000. (To be continued.)