Seeking a sketch script requires 4-6 people to perform. Suitable for government departments to perform on New Year's Day. The content is healthy and uplifting, and it must be funny.

Appearance: cleaner (fake manager), Wen, Jia diploma, manager.

[Add horn sound, engine sound]

Jia: Today is my interview day. I made full preparations before, but I didn't expect the traffic jam on the road to be because of that hateful driver. You said he deliberately traveled a long way to show me around Guangzhou just to avoid this traffic jam! ! Tell the truth! ! The thought of the driver's stupidity makes me want to shoot myself in the head! ! [I am a rogue. Who am I afraid of/]

Wen hurried to the stage, feeling anxious: time flies, time flies, studying hard at the cold window, and finally graduating; Knowledgeable, knowledgeable, ambitious, want to show great ambitions; Unexpectedly, on the way to apply, there was a sudden traffic jam, and the time had passed. What should I do? Anxiety, full of emotion! Pretend to write a poem, telling a person's heart: "Thirty fame, the dust settles, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon, don't wait, youth is white, empty and sad ...". [Insert Beijing Opera gongs and drums in the middle]

Jia: Why write poetry? This is clearly the boundless crimson of Yue Fei! Why is piracy so rampant in China? Because of this feudal remnant, the public enemy of society and the scum of the Chinese people!

Wen made an action afterwards, cut the shape with a knife and said silently: I was hungry for pork, smiled and thirsty for the blood of Xiongnu. [Insert Beijing Opera gongs and drums in the middle]

Jia suddenly turned back: What are you doing?

I, I ... I left gently, just as I came gently, and I waved goodbye to the clouds in the western world gently. (Walking and retreating, finally jumping away and fighting)

Jia: You want to fight? You look like a monkey. If I hadn't applied in a hurry, I would have knocked you down with one punch. I have no time to waste with you! (Turn around and walk)

Wen Zuo's victory: It is also good to defeat the enemy without fighting!

They walked around and the cleaner came out to clear the table. They walked to the front of the company and saw the advertisement. )

Jia: Finally. ......

Text: Iron shoes are nowhere to be found.

Jia Hewen looked at each other. Jia: You again. You want to fight? (Roll up your sleeves)

Text: If we meet in a narrow way, the brave will win! (as a combat gesture)

At this time, the cleaner went to the job advertisement and looked at his watch: it's so late, it seems that no one has applied yet. Let's put the sign in.

The two of them rushed over, Jia: wait a minute, wait a minute, I'm here to apply! Text: I am also looking for a job!

Cleaner: Oh, you're here to apply, but it's so late now, I'm afraid it's difficult to interview. I think you should come again next time.

Jia: Come again next time? Don't come next time! The manager scolded me for being late. Well, it's all the driver's fault. No, it's too difficult to find a job now. You have to bite the bullet and get it this time! I'm going to give him a good beating and show him my sincerity.

Text: In ancient times, Edison's iron pestle was ground into a needle. Today, I follow the example of the ancients and sharpen it.

By this time, the cleaner had removed the advertisement and came to the table.

Jia went over and said, sir, I'm really sorry I'm late. This is my fault. But all because of the traffic jam. I hope Mr. Wang can give me an interview.

Qing: That's not what I meant. I did it. ......

Sir! (raising his voice) But before he could conquer, he died, and the heroes have been crying on their coats ever since. I hope Mr. Wang can understand our difficulties and give us both a chance.

Qing: it's not that I don't give you a chance ... well, that's that I really can't do it!

Sir! (Heartbroken) Ten years of cold window, once you get the word, may Dapeng spread its wings and the wind rise in Wan Li. What can you do? There are always swift horses, and this old man is not very happy! A scholar dies as a bosom friend, and a woman dies as her lover. There is no Bole today, and I have no face to see my elders in Jiangdong. I must die to thank the world! [Insert Beijing Opera gongs and drums in the middle]

Qing: Calm down, calm down.

Jia: Look, sir, he's going to kill himself! Stop him!

Qing: But how to stop it?

Jia: Just give him an interview.

Clear; But, but I ... Alas!

Text: Life is what I want; Righteousness is what I want, and I can't have both. Give up one's life for righteousness! [Insert Beijing Opera in the middle]

Jia: Sir, if this continues, people will die!

Qing: Forget it, forget it. Do you want an interview? Then come in. (helpless)

Jia looked at each other, made a victory gesture and walked to the table.

Jia walked up to Qing, poured tea and handed water: Please sit down, Sir, and have some tea.

Man: Flattery, shameless villain. (rushing over at once) Would you like a cigarette, sir?

Qing: OK.

Wen ... The ancients said: Smoking is harmful to health. Mr. Yuan cherishes his health and stays away from cigarettes.

Qing: That's all right. Smoking one more won't kill anyone.

Wen: Er ... be honest with each other, seek truth from facts and be honest with each other. I am smokeless. [Insert Beijing Opera in the middle]

Qing: After talking for a long time, it turns out that you have no cigarettes.

Jia snickered at the side: his face was swollen and fat, which deserved it.

Please: By the way, I don't know your name. Ah, this gentleman who can't speak Chinese, ah, no, this gentleman who can't speak modern Chinese, what's your name?

Wen: surname Wen, single name, next is Zhou.

Qing: Literally, as the name implies. What's the name of this gentleman?

Jia: My name is diploma.

Qing: What a coincidence! It's also Wen.

Jia: No, no, no, my last name is Wen.

Qing: What's your name?

Jia: My name is diploma.

Qing: I know your name is diploma. I asked your last name.

Jia: My name is diploma.

Qing: Hey, why are you so stubborn? I asked your last name. Why do you always call yourself by your first name?

Jia: Don't be angry, sir. I said, I said, my name is Jala.

Qing: Oh, Jia. Say it earlier. Jia, Jia diploma. Ah! Fake diploma!

Text: Alas! The world is getting worse, people are not old, and in broad daylight, there are candidates who openly expose their fake diploma status. Alas! Pathetic and shameful!

Jia was very nervous: don't listen to his nonsense, sir. I am Jia's diploma. Oh, I'm not a fake diploma. Alas, I am Jia's diploma, but it is definitely not a fake diploma. Well, why can't I finish it all at once?

Qing: OK, I see what you mean. Your name is Jia diploma, but your diploma is real.

Jia: That's right, that's right.

Wen: The sun is going down in the west, so we'd better come out early. what do you think?

Qing: Oh, let's start soon, start early and finish early ... OK, let's introduce ourselves first.

Jia: I'll go first, sir.

Sir, I want to go first.

Jia: Sir, you see that he speaks strangely and intermittently.

Text: It should be cadence. Sir, don't listen to gossip! !

Qing: OK, OK, don't argue. It doesn't matter who comes first, just Jia diploma.

Hysteria: A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated. The whole world is lost. I can see clearly, everyone is drunk. I woke up alone. Only death can protect my chastity. (action)

Qing: Hey hey, look, he's going to die again. Stop him.

Jia: Don't worry, Mr. Manager. Leave it to me. (walks up and takes out a knife) Brother, you can't just die. Why don't I stab you with this knife?

Wen: Do you want to hurt me?

Jia: Exactly!

Wen: Who are you under?

Jia: No one taught me.

Wen: Why did you hurt me?

Jia: No need! Go to hell! (raise your hand and drop your knife)

Qing: Keep people under the sword! (Looking at the knife in Jia's hand) If I am not mistaken, is the knife in this strong man's hand legendary? ......

Jia: You really have a good eye, sir. (Kicking the text open) Yes, this knife in my hand is legendary. ......

Qing: Jia: Swiss army knife!

Wen: Oh, I wonder how powerful this knife is?

Jia: Every Swiss army knife is made of Millennium cold iron, which is durable.

Qing: Yes, everything is made by famous craftsmen.

Jia: This is really a family trip.

Qing: Killing and stealing goods,

Jiaqing: an important tool.

Wen: So good? I didn't know they were there.

Jia: That's a good question. Now there are big discounts, free door-to-door delivery and replacement.

There are also great discounts on buying two and getting one free, and buying a luxury suit has a better chance of winning a three-day tour in China.

Qing: Where to travel?

Jia: Baiyun Mountain.

Wen: How are you so familiar with it?

Jia: I am the campus agent of Swiss Army Knife.

Qing shakes hands with Jia: Nice to meet you. Actually, I'm also interested in collecting knives.

Jia: Oh, great. Why don't you find a place to have a cup of tea and talk, and ignore Kong Yiji?

Two people went out.

Wen: How was the interview, sir?

Qing: well, I said, there was no result, and the manager was not here. I think you should go back first.

Jia: Huh? The manager is not here. Who are you?

Where are you, sir?

Qing (action): It's time to reveal my mysterious identity. Music (fashion show) ...: I'm-Qing Jie-Gong.

Wen: What!

Jia: Wow!

Qing: On the surface, I am a cleaner. Actually, I'm a cleaner.

Jia: wasting so much time.

Text: an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but a thousand dollars can't buy an inch of time! (step by step)

Qing: Relax! Calm down!

Manager comes in, Qing: Manager, you're here. They want an interview!

Kim: Are you Jia Hewen who is here for the interview? I'm very sorry, I'm stuck in the middle of the road. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long.

If there is no problem, we will start the interview right away.

Wen Jia: OK,

(interview)

Jia: Hahaha

Text: Hee hee hee

Jia: You too.

Wen: My dear brother also.

Wen Jia: I'm hired! !

Qing: Hee hee, congratulations.

Wen Jia: It's you! (step by step)

Qing: What are you doing?

Wen, Jia: (His face turns from anger to joy) I will help more in the future. We had tea together and studied the Swiss army knife.

Qing: Good!

Three people finally,

Qing returned to the stage and took out the billboard-I wish my brothers and sisters satisfactory work and bright future! ! ! !