Liang De walked to the corridor and cleared his throat, sat down and answered the phone calmly.
"Hello?"
"Hello, dear Mr. Liang De, I am Moshi Heavy Industries, Kuoji, Bianan, Kuahuihui, Co., Ltd. Snipe Hunter Project..."
"Gong Zhang." Liang De fell to the left and leaned weakly against the pillars of the corridor.
"Mr. Liang, you are too polite. Just call me Xiao Zhang."
"Gong Zhang, I am Liang De, interim director of the Snipe Hunter Project."
"Ah... Liang, Mr. Liang, no, Mr. Liang, I am Xiao Zhang!"
Even though he silently recited several phrases "Xiao Zhang Xiao Zhang, don't panic" before going to work every day, Zhang Mozhu still felt a little panicked.
The more anxious she is, the more likely she is to make mistakes. Before making the call, she repeatedly recited the unified greetings provided by the marketing line, but did not pay much attention to who was being notified.
I am a technical person! Why should I be responsible for this? Why don’t technical people not understand the world?
And why is Liang Gong the first one?
It was many days after Liang Gong left the Black Iron Forge Star that she realized why he had been staying beside President Shen's hospital bed.
How could I be so slow and miss such an important opportunity!
I feel stupid day by day. I only know how to report technical matters to Mr. Liang. How can I impress the president in the future?
Ugh... But no one told me, how do I know that the two of them are...
Liang De tapped the pillar with the back of his head and said:
"Well, Mo Zhu, I won't call you Zhang Gong anymore. Just think of me as a distant cousin whom I haven't seen for decades. Just be polite and don't be too polite.
Why are you calling me about something?"
...a distant cousin whom I haven’t seen in decades?
It took Zhang Mozhu several seconds to accept this inexplicable setting.
"Cousin, the Sandpiper Hunter press conference has been moved up to ten o'clock tomorrow night, Kukai time. Can you come?"
It also took the cousin a few seconds to accept this confused cousin.
When Liang De heard about the time of the press conference, the first thing he thought of was his perfect plan.
"Why did you mention it's ten o'clock tomorrow? The request I left for you is to hold a press conference as early as next Monday, right?
At this point, the marketing end is still warmed up. Mo Zhu, I won’t say how much the company will make less. Once the first day’s sales come out, your bonus this year will be 10% off.
Who decided this time?"
Faced with the question from his immediate superior, Zhang Mozhu subconsciously answered immediately:
"Cousin, this time is on the clock... huh huh."
She immediately covered her mouth mid-sentence.
"What does it mean?"
Zhang Mozhu put down his right hand and said:
"It was decided by the chief judge. She said it doesn't matter whether it's early or late. She believes in the snipe hunter's ability."
Liang De closed his eyes and concentrated. The marketing plan for the designated Sandpiper Hunter project he participated in came to mind. In the visual interface of Martial Arts Yuanshen, the responsibilities and abilities of each person, and the requirements and nodes of each job were clearly understood.
A few seconds later, Liang De said:
"Then you guys have to risk your lives to work overtime tonight, can you bear it?"
"Hmm... Cousin, there is still some leftovers of the Immortal Cultivation Coffee and Wolf Sex Set Meal you left. We should be able to do it if we work hard. There have been many important events that encountered unexpected situations in the past. It's okay." Zhang Mozhu whispered.
"Nothing... Who else did you notify besides me about the new press conference time?"
"I should be responsible for the notification work alone... No, some minor personnel are notified by the administrative staff... Let me take a look first... Cousin, please wait a moment."
Zhang Mozhu clicked a few times on his work tablet and opened the note information of the notification document.
She quickly finished reading the notes, then checked the work log of the administrative team responsible for the project, and said:
"Cousin, the notification order decided by the chief reviewer is to notify external internal personnel first, starting with the closest ones. I haven't completed the task of notifying you yet, so the administrative war has not started yet.
You are the first person to be notified, other guests have not received the message yet."
"Don't notify others for the time being, wait for my news."
Zhang Mozhu hesitated and said: "Cousin, but the chief prosecutor said that everyone should be notified before two o'clock in the afternoon."
"It's too late, just wait until I arrive."
Liang De glanced at the air and sea time on the Sony Ericsson radar on his left wrist and said to Zhang Mozhu.
"Wait until you arrive..." Zhang Mozhu wanted to say something more, but the person on the other end had already hung up the phone.
Liang De put away his cell phone, leaned his head against the pillar, and sat blankly on the historical and cultural corridor of ancient Eastern boxing, looking at the blurry portrait in the frame opposite him in trance.
Am I the first...
I won't say it, and neither will you.
You are more straightforward than me, but what can I say when I see you?
What can I promise you?
He banged the back of his head against the corridor pillar, and his swaying eyes were scribbling in the picture frame on the opposite side of the corridor. The people in the painting, which was originally a freehand painting with splashed ink, became increasingly blurry, and broad and unruly brushstrokes came across the sky.
It fell into the middle of his bright consciousness.
Liang De suddenly woke up and found that he was standing in front of the grocery store next to the football field, but the grocery store hadn't opened yet, and the khaki curtain in front of the sales window had not yet been opened.
He accidentally leaned on the curtain and patted it a few times. Someone in the store used a wooden stick to open the curtain and said impatiently:
"Hey, man, the door doesn't open until nine o'clock. It's now eight forty-five, and there are still fifteen minutes left. What do you want?"
Liang De was about to say a few bad words to confront him, but found that his mask had disappeared, and his words were the words closest to his heart at this moment.
"I am a coward..."
"I see that you should have come last night."
The crew-cut guy in the store wearing a white jumpsuit took out a bottle of essential oil from underneath and handed it to Liang De's hand.
Liang De took it and took a look, and saw on the label of the glass bottle it said "Restore confidence, skyrocket, I guarantee you will regain your glory."
"Twenty dollars."
Liang De touched his whole body and said embarrassedly:
"Uncle, I don't have any money."
"If you don't have money, you don't have money. You said you would go against the ancestor's decision. What can I do to you?"
The unshaven uncle scratched his greasy arm and said:
"Take it back and use it as a gift from me."
Liang De picked up the bottle of Indian sacred oil, looked at the bottom of the bottle and said:
"Sky high...what does it look like up there?
I'm much better than before, but I'm still like this, so what's the use of going up there, and continuing to act like this against people who are stronger than me now?"
The flat-headed uncle said to him:
"If you think you can't do it, then you are a fool.
What's the point of worrying about a fool's random thoughts? Let's go up first and talk about it later. Let's be open-minded."
"Old man, that's not what you said. There are so many problems, how can I think about it? I can just think whatever I want."
The flat-headed uncle nodded and said:
"Of course, you can think whatever you want. Isn't this just a dream? If you don't think about it as a human being, what's the difference between it and a salted fish?
And you're just thinking about it. How do you know you're not getting it right if you haven't done it before?
What are you afraid of? Be more open-minded. Do you want to be a salted fish?"
"I don't really want to..."
Liang De thought about it again and again, and finally said decisively:
"I don't want to be a salted fish!"
"Very Good! Just by your fighting eyes, I'm sure you have potential!"
Goodbye, handsome!"
The flat-headed uncle reached out from behind the window, grabbed the Coward's Savior that Liang De was holding, shook it twice, turned it into a cup of American coffee, and poured it into his mouth without any explanation.
so bitter!
Liang De suddenly woke up and saw in the picture frame on the opposite side of the corridor, a crew-cut man wearing a white hurdle vest smiling and waving to him.