It was a gloomy and stuffy day, and I was living a happy 9-to-5 life as 'usual', everything seemed so smooth, and even the small discordant movements between my colleagues seemed so cute.

Chu Ying is calculating Yang Guang's return date, and I am busy dealing with all kinds of manuscripts every day, these strange things, most of them are what happens around readers, and the people who watch them are a little numb, every time I run to interview the parties, you will find that it is just his dazzle, or delusion, sometimes I really want to beat them into supernatural protagonists, but such fake supernatural events still have a certain degree of convincing for readers, so we can only listen patiently, Try to write a manuscript that satisfies the dead money.

Everything seemed so harmonious, and the home was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without a trace of waves.

On this day, the routine meeting was held very early, almost just after going to work, everyone didn't know why you look at me, I have to look back at you, a look of inexplicability, the only thing the same is the sleepy hazy eyes, this yawn is as rapid as SARS, killed in battle, and after a while, he staggered around in a circle of people.

Dead asking for money to push the door in, seeing this scene, a face is as black as the bottom of the pot, this time I still give face, the whole person is very refreshing, there is no drowsiness, Chu Ying's head is nod, I patted it gently, and almost jumped up, I saw her eyes sloppy glance at me, and then I found the editor-in-chief in hindsight, and I was stunned for a long time before my eyes gradually cleared, it seems that I am tired from working overtime in the past two days.

"Alright, alright, everyone wake up!" The voice of the dead asking for money was cold, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

A group of people raised their heads blankly, "Editor-in-chief, haven't all the manuscripts in this issue been submitted for typesetting?" "That's a lot of complaints.

"What about the next issue? Didn't do it? Are you a magazine publisher when we are an issue? Finish playing in one issue? "Death wants money, and he glanced at everyone without smiling" Yin Ning is doing well today, look at you, what does this look like?" ”

It's not the first time I've been named, but the praise is that the big girl sits in a sedan chair - the first time, I was flattered to see that I wanted to die, "Xie Editor-in-Chief approves!" "This is the first time that a compliment has been done without any purpose, the first time! (You're too easily satisfied, aren't you?) ）

"Keep it up!" Dead asking for money nodded, and a smile slowly crept up the corners of his eyes.

"Okay, everyone cheer up, this issue, we have to pay attention to the truth, some readers reflect, some of our reports are too fake, people can see the flaws at a glance, and there is too single, no novelty, readers look at the beginning, you can guess the end, there is no desire to read at all, and then there is... "Dead money is still chattering, and my drowsiness has also come out in time."

Seeing that the words of death asking for money are getting denser and denser, and there are more and more nonsense, thinking of the routine meetings these days, most of them are inconsequential things, and he didn't even ask Chu Ying to help cover it, so he put his hand on his forehead with peace of mind, buried his head in the document, and Meng Zhougong went.

The sounds around him faded away, and the voice of the dead money became distant and slow, as strange as the sound of a cassette tape in an old tape recorder being twisted into wheels.

Sleep is always short and beautiful, as if a long time has passed in reality in the blink of an eye.

"Everyone's meaningless?" The voice of the dead asking for money became clearer.

There was silence.

"Okay, it's decided, Yin Ning, you prepare, I've already helped you register with the donkey friend club, you contact their head Tan Yi to see if there is anything to prepare" The voice of death asking for money was louder.

“... ...”

"Yin Ning? Yin Ning! This time it's clearer, and the dead asking for money is almost roaring, "You're actually sleeping?" ”

"Huh? I looked up and looked at my colleagues with sympathetic eyes, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. ”