Su Hai's night was as quiet as usual, but there was danger behind it.

In the past, major newspapers had already closed their books at this time, but tonight, all the newspapers were in place, working overtime all the way to rush for manuscripts.

Not only because they will have an extra triple overtime salary to work overtime tonight, but also because the content of the manuscript they write is very likely to be on the headlines of major sectors, giving them the opportunity to become famous in one draft.

Huayu News Agency is one of the subsidiaries of Huayu Entertainment Company. It is usually responsible for writing manuscripts and publishing popular topics by some celebrities under Huayu Entertainment Company. It is well-known in the industry.

Wang Xiaoming is a new employee of Huayu Newspaper. He has only been working at the newspaper for less than two months and is still in the internship period.

Wang Xiaoming was very happy when he heard that he could get three times overtime salary today. However, when he sat at the desk and saw the topic of materials given to him by the editor-in-chief on the desk, Wang Xiaoming's brows couldn't help but frowned.

Because the editor-in-chief assigned him the task was to conduct in-depth analysis based on the fact that Mi Weier was deliberately late for a big-name banquet, and used fifty nicknames from different netizens to write out fifty slander remarks about Mi Weier.

"Your uncle, are you wrong? I'm here to be a reporter. You asked me to be a black man and a navy?"

"Also, Mi Wei'er is my goddess. You actually asked me to write fifty remarks to discredit him? I'll go, your uncle."

Of course, these Wang Xiaoming can only roar in his heart.

He has no identity or background, and just wants to find a job to do a good job and make a living, but he doesn't want to offend anyone.

However, now the editor-in-chief actually asked him to write fifty remarks to discredit his goddess Mi Weier, which made Wang Xiaoming extremely unhappy.

He was at the scene at the banquet today, and even a camera captured the beautiful and shocking scene when Mi Weier appeared. Her every move, every frown and smile impressed Wang Xiaoming, and even more determined Wang Xiaoming's decision to regard Mi Weier as a goddess.

But now, these guys are actually writing words to smear Mi Weier for the sake of high bonuses or first draft. This made Wang Xiaoming feel quite unhappy, but he didn't expect that the damn bastard of the editor-in-chief would ask him to write remarks to smear Mi Weier.

"Hey, Wang Xiaoming, have you written the slanderous remarks you asked you to write?"

While Wang Xiaoming was depressed and thinking about countermeasures, the editor-in-chief walked to his desk and asked coldly.

Wang Xiaoming's editor-in-chief is a woman named Xue Qing. It is said to be the sister of Xue Mei, director of the Suhai Branch of Huayu Entertainment Company. Xue Qing looks about 30 years old. She is wearing a professional attire, with short hair and pink eyes. She looks average, but she has a good figure, especially her breasts are big. No matter what she wears, she has to reveal the snow-whiteness and deep grooves on her chest. In Wang Xiaoming's heart, she is a bitch who relies on her breasts. Apart from being able to use people, she has no ability, but there are many disadvantages.

"Sister Xue, can you give me another task? I really can't think of this slanderous remark."

After hearing Xue Qing's words, Wang Xiaoming touched his head and said in embarrassment.

He was telling the truth. Mi Wei'er was his goddess. He couldn't write slander remarks. Besides, this was not the case at all.

"Can't write it out? Then what does the company raise you for?"

As soon as Wang Xiaoming's words finished, Xue Qing slapped him hard on his office, looking fierce and fierce, like a tigress.

With Xue Qing's actions, her pair of large balls wrapped in white shirt trembled violently under Wang Xiaoming's gaze, shaking her eyes.

"What to watch? Can you watch this?"

Seeing Wang Xiaoming glance at his chest, Xue Qing took the information on Wang Xiaoming's desk and slapped him hard on his head. Then he wrapped his hands around his chest, holding his head high like a swan, looking arrogant and looking down on the person.

The meaning is very obvious. Just a little intern reporter of tmd, you also want to eat swan meat toads, and you have the idea of ​​hitting your mother?

If Wang Xiaoming knew what the female editor-in-chief was thinking at this moment, he would definitely spit out the dinner.

Just now, my breasts were completely instinct for men. If you say that I want to hit you, a stinky bitch, I will have a thousand, ten thousand, and ten thousand are unhappy.

Although I am a small little person, I also have big dreams and aesthetics. At least I have to look for a wife like Mi Weier.

However, Wang Xiaoming could only think about these things in his heart.

He dropped out of high school and was a young man who was lingering in society. He had no diploma and didn't know how much hardship he suffered, how many roads he ran, how many competitors he defeated. He was moved by the examiner and was admitted to the public and became a small intern reporter at the newspaper. He didn't want to lose this job and lose this job, even though he was bullied and ordered.

He is a small person. He ignores other people's ridicule and humiliation, and just keeps working hard, thinking that as long as he works hard, he will succeed.

His favorite sentence is, "Men should be like men, either put on military uniforms to defend their country, or wear a suit and make plans."

For various reasons, he lost the opportunity to wear military uniforms and defend his country, so he chose to wear a suit and plan.

However, reality slapped him in the face again and again, disappointing him again and again.

I was wearing a suit, but the planning was nowhere to be achieved...

It is no exaggeration to use the saying "In adversity in life, people are inferior to dogs" to describe Wang Xiaoming's situation.

Many award-winning manuscripts or well-received manuscripts in newspapers were from Wang Xiaoming, who was secretly ridiculed by people in the office for high school education. However... the signature on each manuscript is not him, Wang Xiaoming, but his colleagues who mocked him.

Wang Xiaoming found the editor-in-chief several times to ask about the reason, and the reply he received was: If your name is signed on the manuscript, if other newspapers investigate that you are just a high school degree, wouldn’t it make people in the company laugh?

It is not easy for you to be admitted to the company by exception. Don’t think about other things. Just do your job well and be a silent person. Look, the manuscript you wrote last time won another award. Although Xiaowen’s name was signed, the bonus was still distributed to you by one fifth, and you can buy yourself a few new clothes.

Wang Xiaoming could only bury his grievances like this.

Several times Wang Xiaoshuai couldn't help but want to retort: ​​Since you have accepted me with an exception, you should..."

However, in the end, he swallowed all the words he said.

Although I did not get the honors and things I deserve, the salary here is at least much better than the factory I used to work, and there will be five insurances and one fund after I become a regular employee.

In order to keep his job and become a regular employee, Wang Xiaoming silently endured everything. He wrote more articles in the company and did more things than anything, but he received less salary than anyone else. This is the cruelty of reality.

Reality is sometimes a double-edged sword. It will make the fragile people give up their past pursuits and dreams, but it will also make those who are determined and bravely pursued for their dreams stronger.

"We cannot change society, we can only adapt to society. The world is so big, and one day it will find its own place where it will take root and sprout, provided that you must work hard and persevere."

Wang Xiaoming comforted himself with such words countless times, telling himself not to give up, and persistence will always make a name for himself.

"Sister Xue...I...I really can't write it... Otherwise, let me write a report?"

Wang Xiaoming picked up the documents that had been scattered on his head and scattered them all over the floor, put them on the table, lowered his head and said in embarrassment.

"Can't write it? Smearing remarks are the easiest thing, you can write it without thinking. You actually say you can't write it? Is there pig shit in your head?"

"I still want to write a report? What decent report can you write with a high school degree?"

Wang Xiaoming had just picked up the sorted information from the ground and was once again taken by Xue Qing in his hand and smashed it hard on Wang Xiaoming's head: "I tell you, don't think I don't know your little thoughts. I still want to make a name for myself. I'm still thinking about making a name for myself. Which one sitting in this office is not a first-class degree or above? What is your small high school degree?"

"There are ten minutes left to submit the manuscript for verification, and then start typing... Ten minutes later, if you can't write the things for me, you can pack up your things for me and get out of here."

As if he was not satisfied, Xue Qing directly picked up the bookshelf on Wang Xiaoming's desk and slapped it hard on him, then left.

In a large company, if you don’t have a high degree of education, unless you are particularly valued by your boss, it is too difficult to be promoted, because academic qualifications are a threshold.

Even if you are lucky and promoted, maybe others won’t say anything on the surface, but they are countless people who are secretly chewing on it. This is human nature and this is reality.

Strong people can do what they should do regardless of other people's words and make others say nothing and impress them.

Fragile people care too much about other people's words, and eventually sink into other people's words, lose confidence, and destroy themselves.

Everyone who lives in society should live strong, live strong, and live strong.

This is the deepest understanding of this society after Wang Xiaoming has experienced so much.

Everyone working overtime in the office looked at all this coldly, without saying anything, nor did they have any sympathy for Wang Xiaoming.

Some people even felt very happy: "I deserve it, but I don't even see what I am, and I dare to compete with us."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the documents that were spilling all over the floor, and Xue Qing's arrogant and vicious words echoed in his ears. He felt the indifferent gaze of his colleagues around him. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.

His eyes stared at Xue Qing's arrogant back, Wang Xiaoming grabbed the documents on the table and smashed them hard at Xue Qing. An angry roar came from his mouth: "Stinky bitch, I have been tolerating you for a long time. I'll go and numb you, and you'll see people down!"

"Swish..."

Xue Qing was hit by the document thrown by Wang Xiaoming, and his feet staggered. His legs were sprained in high heels and almost fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with my high school education? I should be looked down upon by you self-righteous people?"

"Okay, it's fine if you look down on me, but why did I write a popular article on the award-winning manuscript that I wrote by TMD and were all signed by your names? Don't you TMD think you are awesome?"

"The horse is grey and the dog looks at things that are low in people."

At this moment, what Wang Xiaoming had to suppress in his heart erupted like a volcano, and it was out of control.

He walked to a fat man wearing an Anima brand, held the manuscript written on his desk in his hand, and read it loudly: "Women are all vain, like money and power, and like to follow the trend and hype. This time, Mi Wei'er was late for the banquet and was completely hyped. Alas... Looking at Mi Wei'er's depravity, I couldn't help but feel cold. Another goddess fell into the Avici Hell... I think Mi Wei'er will definitely return from hell in many years... At that time, she might be naked for the sake of hype... Ah! This is the test of hell!"

"Ha ha……"

After hearing the content of Wang Xiaoming's manuscript, everyone present couldn't help laughing, completely forgot that they were the targets of Wang Xiaoming's mocking.

"Listen, what shit is this? He is making others happy? But it was the last time he won the championship of the internal essay contest for Huayu Newspaper... What's even more ridiculous is that I wrote the award-winning essay contest."

"Everyone of you treat me as a fool, think I'm easy to bully? Tell you, I'll stop doing it."

Wang Xiaoming grabbed the teacup beside him and slammed it hard on the floor, smashing it to pieces.

"Wang Xiaoming, you little mistress, can you rebel?"

Xue Qing stood up and roared at Wang Xiaoming.

"Rebel? I don't have that leisure."

Wang Xiaoming looked at Xue Qing coldly: "And you, the black tea bitch, have pointed fingers in front of me all day long, and used me like a dog to call me over, running here and there, and finally you took all my news from me alone. Don't think I don't know how many times you secretly opened a room with the editor-in-chief and the president in Morse Hotel."

"I tell you, Xue Qing, I'm quitting."

As Wang Xiaoming finished his words, he walked out of the office without any nostalgia.

"Little macaque, please stop me."

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's departure, Xue Qing was so angry that he trembled all over. He chased after him, grabbed Wang Xiaoming's shoulder with his left hand, and raised his right hand high to Wang Xiaoming's face and pulled it away.

"Stinker bitch, I've been holding you back for a long time."

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming grabbed Xue Qing's wrist, and his other hand thrust hard on Xue Qing's face with powerful force.

"Bang!"
To be continued...