Zhou Zhe left the office and just took two steps. The door behind him gently closed, and then a slight click sound came.

The door was locked.

Looking around the office, the not-so-large office area was crowded with about twenty workstations, half of which were still empty. Most of them were crowded on one side, while Tang Meng was sitting on the other side.

After thinking about it, Zhou Zhe arrived at a corridor away from Tang Meng.

"Brother Tang, I won't disturb you when I sit here, right?"

In the office, Tang Meng was the only one who impressed him, and he seemed to be easier to talk to. Zhou Zhe himself also wanted to find a secluded corner.

"If you don't disturb me, don't disturb me, you're just fine." Tang Meng said with a teacup and smiled.

So Zhou Zhe sat down in his seat and picked up the nearest newspaper from the side.

The paper is moderate in thickness, the handwriting is clear, and the printing is pretty good. He doesn't recognize any of the words on it.

Fortunately, as he watched, these earthworm-like twisted words gradually became familiar from strangers, and finally became clear when they glanced at them.

Fortunately, I didn't need to start learning again... Zhou Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the header.

Chenghe Entertainment News Agency...Produced and distributed by Chenghe Cool Entertainment News Agency, it promotes noble beliefs and adheres to the credibility of newspapers. Newspapers combine news, practicality and readability, and always adheres to the operating standards of "entertainment and news that are moderate, finishing the mark, and impact"...

But when I read the main text of the newspaper, it was full of boring and bloody scandals, urban strange stories that caught the wind and shadow, and emotional stories that forced tears.

It was indeed an entertainment tabloid, it was really entertaining... Zhou Zhe glanced at one of the articles of a female celebrity meeting a man at night, and the signature at the end of the article was "Hale".

Zhou Zhe's mouth twitched.

He just saw it on Tang Meng's table, which was his pseudonym.

Is this kind of gossip article written by Tang Meng?

Can such newspapers really pay wages?

Zhou Zhe sighed and did not continue to look down. He looked at the others in the office.

Looking at the workstation, there should be seventeen or eighteen people in the newspaper office, but only five or six were sitting. Except for Tang Meng and Yang Xiaoli, the remaining three were men in their thirties, who were busy writing on paper, and the office was filled with the sound of pen nibs brushing across the paper.

At this time, Zhou Zhe discovered that the entire newspaper seemed to have no monitor on the desk except the president's office, and the office was filled with pen and paper.

The related memories were touched, and more contexts about this world emerged in my mind.

In this strange world, advanced and backward are coexisting, and technology and ignorance coexist.

There is nanotechnology, but no mobile phone;

With super battery technology, steam locomotives are still popular;

There are developed electronic information technology, but TV is still a luxury for ordinary people...

After careful consideration, Zhou Zhe found that everything involved in wireless and remote transmission, technology seemed to be stagnant and was almost still stuck at the feudal level. However, the fields that had nothing to do with this were developed extremely rapidly, even surpassing his cognition.

It is no wonder that small newspapers like Zenhe Kuyu can still be so strong. In a world where no mobile phones and the Internet have not been popularized to thousands of households, newspapers are still important channels for the masses to obtain information. Even such gossip tabloids seem to live a very comfortable life.

"Click!"

The door of the president's office opened, and Yang Xiaoli walked out of the room with a folder in her arms.

After she sat down, Zhou Zhe stood up and walked over: "Sister Li, I'll get some office supplies."

Yang Xiaoli seemed to be sweating a little, and shed a few strands of her temples on her forehead to the back of her ears, and nodded: "Come with me."

When he arrived at the debris room, Yang Xiaoli opened the locked door and took notebooks, pens, folders and other items from the cabinet, while saying, "Your work permit is being made, and there are only these for the time being."

Zhou Zhe nodded, but his eyes swept to the hem of Yang Xiaoli's skirt because of Yang Xiaoli's back. There was a small, less obvious sticky water stain.

This person is indeed a sensation with the president... Zhou Zhe turned his eyes back and took office supplies from Yang Xiaoli with a normal expression:

"Thank you, Sister Li, please trouble you."

Yang Xiaoli glanced at him, nodded, and her expression was much more relaxed.

The appearance of polite young people will always be much better. In addition, the other party is not ugly, and the little thing just now can only show that he is charming... So Yang Xiaoli said: "You can come to me to collect these commonly used consumables after they are used up. If you want to go out for the field later, you will also come to me to collect the camera, but remember to return it in time after using it..."

"OK."

Wearing a tender skin, it is indeed much easier to act. After all, there is a saying that even God will forgive young people for making mistakes.

I just don’t know if there is a God in this world... Zhou Zhe said in his heart.

The whole morning was spent in the seat.

It's hard to wait without a mobile phone, and those newspapers are really hard to see.

Originally, I wanted to observe the illusory lights and shadows around Yang Xiaoli, but since she came out of the president's office, the lights and shadows around her became increasingly faint, and even soon disappeared. There was no such abnormality on others, which made Zhou Zhe's plan fail.

Fortunately, Tang Meng next to him seemed not busy, and occasionally chatting with him has passed a lot of boring time.

Tang Meng is indeed very talkative. From the international situation to the celebrity gossip, he can almost say a few words, and even the customs and customs in various places are very skilled.

While talking, it seemed that he had been in the Mingxiao King Capital of Cangzhao when he was young, claiming to be competing with the prince in the royal capital and having dinner with the prince. But it is hard to say if he has some credibility.

At noon, my colleagues went to have dinner. Yang Xiaoli looked at Zhou Zhe before going out: "There are many cheap and affordable restaurants on the back street next to me. Everyone eats there at noon, and usually three or four coins are enough."

Three or four coins... It costs more than one hundred a month, and I don’t even have half of this amount of money.

With a sigh in his heart, Zhou Zhe stood up and smiled and said, "Okay, I understand. Thank you, Sister Li."

Zhao coins are currencies issued by Cangzhao Kingdom, with one, five, ten, fifty, and one hundred and five denominations, all of which are coins, the first four are copper coins, and only the latter seems to be mixed with some silver.

But the real hard currency is a currency called "Yimeng Gold Coins". The common currency created by countries according to the alliance is worth 1,000 yuan per coin. Zhou Yuan's parents' compensation was paid with this gold coins. Unfortunately, this guy had already lost all his money.

Everyone in the newspaper went out. When they looked back, they found that Tang Meng was still sitting in her seat and had no intention of leaving.

"Brother Tang, don't you go to have a meal?"

Tang Meng glanced at him and found two food boxes from somewhere: "I don't have a good stomach, and I can't get used to the things in those small restaurants."

As he said that, he opened the two food boxes. One was red soup inside, and there seemed to be floating in it like tomatoes and certain mushrooms; the other was green bean fried rice, covered with a light layer of greasy light, which looked very attractive.

Tang Meng's food box has good insulation effect. After opening it, the aroma of soup and fried rice immediately spreads out, making Zhou Zhe subconsciously sniff.

"I can't eat this fried rice. Please help me eat it so that I won't waste it."

While he was stunned, Tang Meng took a sip of the thick soup and smiled and said, "These are all made by my daughter. I have made too much this time. Today I just don't have much appetite. It's a bargain."

Zhou Zhe lowered his head, looked at the fried rice in front of him, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Brother Tang. Your daughter is so amazing."

"Okay, eat yours! You kid, don't think of the bad idea of ​​hitting my daughter."

After eating the fried rice with voracious food, Zhou Zhe burped with satisfaction.

This body hasn't eaten such a meal in about half a month.

I went to the bathroom to clean the food box and took it back to Tang Meng. Zhou Zhe once again thanked me: "Brother Tang, thank you. The fried rice is delicious."

Tang Meng waved his hand: "No need to thank you. Today I just have a bad appetite. I just want to help solve it. If I like to eat next time, it won't be your turn."

"kindness."

With this meal, Zhou Zhe felt that his relationship with Tang Meng had increased a lot.

This uncle looks very good, but I don’t know why the others in the office seem to deliberately alienate him?

In the afternoon, Zhou Zheduo was in love with this question and got off work. He touched the remaining fifty-three coins in his pocket, and felt the long-lost poverty again.

Taking out all the coins in his crotch and watching the cars coming and going on the roadside, Zhou Zhe sighed deeply.

These fifty-three coins were his living expenses for the next month, so he didn't dare to take a "coat" like in the morning, and he didn't even dare to eat in the city - the consumption level in the city was much higher than that in the slums.

Zhou Zhe walked among the army who came home from get off work and walked across the Chenghe Bridge with a huge crowd. When he got home, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening and was already hungry.

I bought two hard bread in a dim shop and spent two coins - this is the most economical food in Zhou Yuan's memory.

When he first bite on the bread, Zhou Zhe only felt that he was eating a piece of dry wood. Even the bread slag had a smell of wood chips, which made his throat hurt.

After finally soaking the bread in cold water and barely dealing with her belly, Zhou Zhe looked at the dilapidated small room under the clear moonlight and made a solemn vow.

You must find a way to go home and not suffer in this broken place.
Chapter completed!