"So, what are these things!" Fries covered his face, feeling extremely confused again.

Was it because he went out without looking at the almanac, or was it because Mercury was retrograde due to the rising sign? In short, from morning to now, he didn't seem to have encountered anything that went smoothly.

In the clenched fist, the card had been crumpled into a ball and twisted out of shape.

And his face was full of uncertainty. He hated this feeling of being arranged. At a certain moment, he even wanted to ignore it, throw it out the window, and let everything go with the wind.

impulse……

However, he didn't do this.

"well……"

In the end, he just let out a sigh of helplessness, put down his hand weakly, and threw the almost unrecognizable card back into his trouser pocket.

Do not act on impulse in your workplace life.

What's more, it has been more than two years since the COVID-19 pandemic hit. How many people yearn for a stable and decent job.

Therefore, there is absolutely no need to do something that goes against the instructions of your superiors out of temporary whim. At least, his reason tells him that you cannot do this.

Rent, water and electricity, commuting, food and accommodation...even the cost of dating your girlfriend...

There is no hope of buying a house in Wangjing, but what about the suburbs? Maybe you can still get it if you work hard, or it is not impossible to take a step back and buy a house back in your hometown.

Put another way, what does he have to lose? At most, he has an extra street writer on his hands... As for whether he can become a god, anyway, the resources that should be given are given to him, and the rest is not all yours.

What about Director Lin of the Operations Department?

Thinking of this, Fries couldn't help but feel that his angry heart was relieved a lot.

I looked at the time and saw that it was almost noon... I thought that if I went back late, I might get caught by the waiter, so I didn't dare to delay, so I got up quickly and hurried back to the office.

…

As soon as he entered the office, Fries felt... what is the baptism of eyes...

There were doubts, amusement, indifference, sympathy...but also concern. The multiple looks intertwined made him feel a thorn in his back.

Obviously, most people don't have a good impression of Director Lin. At least at the external level, everyone basically stands on a united front.

However, this did not prevent them from being extremely curious about what happened to the French fries.

Even... they desperately wanted to know what happened to him and Director Lin during the half hour the French fries were out?

The Chicheng Chinese website is not big, but it is not small either, so the news is transmitted quickly, but by the time most people receive it, it has already changed hands several times.

Some people said that they saw him and Director Lin hugging each other in the corridor...

Someone else said that when they saw the two of them sitting side by side on a sofa, Director Lin touched his hand affectionately, which was as ambiguous as possible...

Some people even said that in this short period of time, they left the building together with a sneaky and thought-provoking look.

…

The whole office was so quiet that you could almost hear the sound of a pin dropping. Several fujoshis, their faces flushed, were staring at the fries, as if they wanted to find any remaining traces of passion in him...

Fries was a little confused. He didn't know what happened during the time he was out. But he still speeded up his pace unconsciously.

It wasn't until he returned to his work station that he let out a long sigh of relief.

"squeak……"

There was a sudden sound of the office chair's pulleys rubbing against the ground, and then, a sneaky figure, lowering its body, came next to him.

"Hey, Tiao, Director Lin asked you to go out just now. Why?"

Mustard looked at the fries blankly, with an expression in his eyes as if he had seen through everything, "At least, I have never seen Director Lin be so kind to anyone in the long time I have been in the company. Are you...give it to him?"

What kind of ecstasy was given?"

"You're going to die!"

Fries punched Mustard angrily. He was about to tell everything about everything before, but then he thought about what Director Lin said before, and his expression became startled again.

"What's more troublesome for you is coordinating all aspects of things: the resources within the editorial department will inevitably receive a certain amount of tilt after you sign him, and there will inevitably be disputes within the editorial department. What should you do?

Go deal with it..."

"Tiao...Tiao...you, what are you reminiscing about?" Looking at the stunned French fries, Mustard looked at him with a strange expression.

"Go to hell!" Fries slapped away the hand that was shaking in front of him, "How can anything good come out of being called by Director Lin?"

"Then just tell me, what happened?"

"What happened?" Fries pondered for a few breaths, rolled his eyes, and suddenly had an idea.

"Let's just say that my man's heart no longer hurts and he has started driving crazily again recently. But according to real-time feedback from the operations department, this kind of driving plot is more popular with platform fans."

Thinking of this, Fries couldn't help but gnashed his teeth again, "This dog author has wasted so much of my time."

"What the operations department means is to let me figure it out. Can I turn a blind eye and relax the scale a little? This will also be good for our website."

"No wonder..." Mustard couldn't help but reveal a look of understanding on his face, "When you meet a writer like this, it really gives you a headache!"

After saying that, he cast a sympathetic look at the French fries, "But as for the fact that my heart no longer hurts, there's no reason to talk about it for so long!"

His face is full of suspicion, almost showing that you have a problem.

"Damn, this thing is really not that easy to deal with, there is nothing we can do!" Fries muttered silently in his heart, and then said, "Also, you have to punish me severely again, and you don't know it from time to time.

His virtue."

"I said that none of my writers are good at what they do. Performance appraisals are dangerous. I'm probably going through menopause. I don't feel comfortable if I don't find someone to scold me."

"But, you see, these are the only authors I have."

Fries turned the computer screen to Mustard and opened the email, "Look, there is nothing that can be taken out, and what kind of things are thrown in!"

Wasabi looked at the fries sympathetically, "How about I introduce a few authors and let them transfer their signatures to you? How about Zhou Ziran, the one who wrote "I Just Love to Meet the Old Man and Get to the Peak of Life"? Or Sanqiu Jiang?

, didn’t you say you like cute girls the most?”

"Come on, come on! Do you still think my head is not big enough?" Fries looked at him, speechless.

"Forget it, brother, don't worry about this matter. How about I treat you to lunch? Brother, you'll pay for whatever you want to eat." Mustard comforted him.

"This is what people say." A smile appeared on Fries' face.
Chapter completed!