How to evaluate the employment of Vietnamese workers by the Forbidden City Management Committee?

Thanks for inviting me. Think of a past event.

When I was a student, I was on duty in the Forbidden City. One day when the park was about to close, the captain handed me a Vietnamese, saying that he was separated from the tour group and the language was really unreasonable. Let me take him to the tour group.

I said, why don't you just call his guide? The captain said the man didn't have a cell phone. He is a worker in a Vietnamese factory in China. Their factory organized an autumn outing, and he followed. This may be his first time abroad. The management committee just contacted their tour guide and said he was waiting for him near Yan Xi Palace.

I crustily skin of head.

The Vietnamese squatted on the ground, not looking very young, but vaguely showing a little green. The hairstyle is that kind of flat, with a playful moustache on his mouth. He is black, thin but not weak, and the muscles protruding from his shoulders show the strength of a manual worker; However, because of his short stature, the shirt looks very big, and sometimes it is flat and sometimes it swells in the bleak autumn wind.

We are near the first three doors, and there is still some distance from Yan Xi Palace. I got a little lost, so I took a detour. At that time, it was too late for the Forbidden City to close. It was already dark and there were few tourists on the road. The Forbidden City, which is gradually darkening, is like a big shell that needs to be closed slowly. It seems that it will be locked in the darkness forever if it doesn't go out.

To tell you the truth, I am very upset along the way.

I haven't been home for two weeks. It coincided with the National Day and Daqing. All tourist attractions need students from our police academy to guide passengers and stand guard. During that time, my classmates and I slept in the basement of Dongjiaomin Lane, in the dormitory of Tiananmen Branch and in the stands of Chang 'an Avenue.

At that time, in addition to chatting Q, mobile phones basically opened web pages to watch news, and traffic packets were like disaster food. When you're done, just stare. Sometimes it's my turn to be alone at night. I feel like an orphan in the universe. Looking at the vast and silent starry sky, I will think: where am I? Who am I?

Is there anyone else in the world?

I don't know if it's negative energy bursting. Vietnamese never dare to walk side by side with me. He politely kept a distance of about one or two meters from me. For a moment, it seems to clear the way for me, and for another moment, it seems to be cleaning up. I can feel the corner of his eye sticking to me all the time, which is a sense of survival that I dare not relax in adversity.

Having said that, I am also convinced that a person who can't even speak English dares to get separated from the tour group. His heart is unusual. If he loses me again this time, he may not even find the exit after the park closes. It is estimated that he will have a fright with this ancient palace in China in the long night.