Song Zang, whose surname is Song and whose given name is Zang, is the name of Zang on behalf of Li Jian.

Recently, Song Zang suffered from a strange disease, that is, he was very lethargic.

Not only do I have drowsiness, but I also have frequent dreams.

Have the same dream.

The most disturbing thing is that this dream is like a fucking TV series, and I can't finish it no matter what I do. I woke up the first day, went home the next day, and can continue to do it again.

It's really like seeing a ghost and calling the door a dog.

In the dream, Song Zhan, who had been submissive all his life, seemed to have become a fierce man that he had never dared to dream of...the kind of fierce man who could go up to the sky to embrace the moon and catch turtles in the five oceans.

It doesn't feel too good to be able to feel the physiological state of a fierce person firsthand.

But now, the situation of the big shot seems not to be good!

Night falls and covers the whole world.

There was a huge blood-red eyeball above his head staring at him, as if he wanted to eat him.

Song Zheng stood alone in the center of the battlefield.

Surrounded by thousands of enemy troops, those Cthulhu-like monsters were hidden in the dark mist, staring covetously at him.

Under his feet were the enemy's corpses, silver-white metal and black mechanical remains, piled up into a hill.

These……

They were all killed by the fierce brother himself.

But now the fierce men are surrounded!

An inevitable battle is ahead.

No……

An inevitable battle is underway.

I am a witness to this battle.

Thousands of troops and horses are rolling in like a torrent of black steel!

These ferocious mechanical monsters move in unison, like an unstoppable force.

Song Zheng wanted to see clearly what they were, but these monsters didn't even have heads!

The monsters were approaching him step by step like the messengers of death.

Song Zheng was panicked because what he saw was a symbol of death.

Song Zheng wants to run away

, but the body in the dream didn't obey his orders at all, but stood motionless.

Since he couldn't run away, Song Zheng tried his best to calm himself down and wait and see what the fierce man wanted to do.

Facing the surrounding thousands of troops, the fierce man held his silver sword in his hand and quietly looked at the surrounding enemies.

There is no way out!

A strong man needs no retreat.

He didn't flinch at all, didn't have the slightest fear, and had an attitude of fighting to the death.

The terrifying mechanical monsters like Cthulhu are getting closer and closer!

Their pace is as deafening as thunder.

Their murderous aura reveals a sky-high murderous intention!

They are so ruthless!

However!

The fierce brothers have no intention of backing down!

I saw him raising his long sword high and sweeping away in front of him.

A white sword light spread in the space, reverberating like sound waves in the water.

A sword!

An understatement of the sword, as if a dragonfly touches the water without leaving a trace.

But on the fan-shaped seats tens of meters ahead, hundreds of mechanical units were cut into two pieces!

Amazing!

When did you become so powerful?

Song Zheng was very pleased with himself.

Unexpectedly, just when I was in the middle of a fierce battle, blood started dripping from the top of my head!

Large amounts of blood poured out from his body.

This fountain-like blood is frantically suppressing his breathing.

Song Zheng found that he had choked on the water and felt the urge to urinate...then he opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he was lying on his desk, and the evil company manager Gou Dachang was holding a water bottle.

Hua's watering can sprays water on his own face.

When I woke up, cheerful laughter came from the desks around me.

Song Zheng wiped his face, and then murmured, "It turned out to be just a dream, I damn thought I was being chopped off."

As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere in the office became more cheerful.

"Song Zhan, you loser, you don't need to come tomorrow!" The company manager glared at him with the eyes of a mung bean bastard and scolded him angrily.

Song Zheng, who had just woken up, said in a daze, "No, tomorrow is only Thursday, I have to come tomorrow."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"It made me laugh so hard."

"It's so funny."

“We actually have such a wonderful person in our company.” .??.??

Everyone was talking a lot, and they were as happy as if they were celebrating the New Year.

Supervisor Gou couldn't stand it anymore and laughed out loud, "Song Zhan, what kind of plane are you doing? You slept like a mess at your desk. Did you not sleep at night or something?"

Song Zheng scratched his head and said, "I don't know what's going on lately. I'm very sleepy. I must be sick."

When Gou Dachang heard this, he waved his hand and said, "I don't care about you. If you are sick, just write a letter of resignation and go for treatment. If you are not sick, just cheer up and work for me. This company does not support idle people!"

"Oh, I'm not sick, I'm in good health." Song Zheng quickly changed his words.

As a man in his thirties, Song Zhan doesn’t want to lose his job in middle age, especially in the Internet industry where programmers are as numerous as coders.

This unemployment means being completely eliminated from the industry. In the future, I will have no choice but to switch to food delivery.

Therefore, Song Zheng must not give Supervisor Gou the chance to fire him.

Although Supervisor Gou looked like a dog, Song Zheng still tried his best to please him, "Brother Gou, please do well and don't report it to the company. I'm still waiting to earn money to support my family."

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br> This is the effect Gou Dachang wants!

How did you get your prestige in the company? Isn't it just like this?

Gou Dachang reached out and patted Song Zhan's face, then whispered into his ear, "Thirty percent of this month's commission will be handed over!"

"Twenty percent!" Song Zheng bargained quickly.

"make a deal!"

Gou Dachang stood up, and then pretended to scold Song Zheng, "It's not impossible to let you go. Since you are an old employee of our company, I won't report your bad behavior of sleeping at work to the superiors, but I won't do it next time."

ah."

"It won't be the same next time."

Song Zheng cupped his hands and thanked him, but the expression on his face was extremely disgusting.

A few light words cost me 20% of my performance commission, which was worth staying up for several nights.

Thinking about Song Zheng makes my heart hurt.

At this time, Manager Gou was still talking nonsense, but the target was no longer Song Zheng himself but everyone in the office meeting.

"Listen carefully, our company never fosters idle people. Our corporate culture is a wolf culture. In the last three days of this month, we will review our performance, and those with the worst performance will be fired. You can take care of yourself."

After Gou Dachang read out the policy, he carried his own shower head into the office to water his two-leg orchids.

Song Zheng turned to look at his colleague beside him and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

The colleague replied while typing on the keyboard, "Five minutes, to be precise, it's only four minutes and fifty seconds."

"What! I only slept for five minutes?"

Song Zheng was furious and greeted Gou Dachang's old mother one hundred and eighty times in his heart.

"One day I will make Gou Dachang pay the price!"

Song Zheng said fiercely.
Chapter completed!