The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 10 Battle of the Gobi Desert

Yang Fan, who sat on the chair in the office area, did not expect that he would be criticized by his boss, let alone kicked out. He has been in the company for almost a year. Although he has not made great achievements, he is always conscientious. He's stupid, he doesn't know how to please the leader, he doesn't know how to flatter others, but he is very down-to-earth in doing things. He himself thinks that if I can't flatter him, it's over if I do things well.

But this year, the leader has never praised him, but those who can flatter him have been praised many times. Yang Fan feels very unbalanced in his heart. Why do I do more than them and do better than them all? I am not praised , but those who can sneak up on the leader and flatter them are always praised?He feels that this society is not what he thinks, will he be successful if he works hard?It doesn't seem to be the case, the more he thinks about it, the more angry he gets. Those who have connections and flatter the leaders can always get promoted and raise their salary before him, but he has worked hard every day without any return, and he is extremely angry in his heart.

"Damn it, I come here to work so hard all day long, with a meager income, doing excessive work, and being angry at the fuck, I'm really aggrieved, Wei, you wait for me someday It’s a dream, I’ll beat you to death.” Yang Fan punched the computer desk with his fist, the door of the conference room opened, a colleague poked his head out to look around, and then closed it.

What the fuck are you looking at?Cursing in his heart, Yang Fan got up to get a glass of water, and sat back at the computer desk.

Dozed off again, he couldn't control himself, his eyelids closed unconsciously again and again, finally he lay helplessly on the table, and slowly fell asleep...

A man wearing a straw hat walked alone on the desolate Gobi Desert. Except for the scorching sun in the sky, he had no one to accompany him on the endless Gobi Desert.

He was wearing a shabby cloth, with a straw shawl over his shoulders, a pair of boots under his feet, foot wraps wrapped in the shoes, and a sharp sword stuck in the scabbard around his waist.

So I was a swordsman?Yang Fan looked at his outfit and said to himself.

At this time, a galloping horse came galloping from a distance, and a man jumped off the horse.

He was wearing armor and holding a long knife, pointing at Yang Fan.

"Yang, here today, let you and I make a deal."

Yang Fan took a quick look and saw that it was indeed him, the boss of the company.

"Wei Xiang, I was scolded by you today, and I lost face in front of everyone. I am a man of seven feet, no, I am a man of eight feet. I want to take revenge for letting you humiliate me mercilessly."

Wei Xiang was his boss's name. This was the first time he dared to call his boss's name directly because he knew it was in a dream.

"Stop talking nonsense, Mr. Yang, look at the knife..."

Wei Xiang raised his long knife and slashed at Yang Fan. Yang Fan hurriedly grasped the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the sword with a whoosh. Under the sunlight, the sword shone brightly on Yang Fan's face.

"Look at the sword..."

Yang Fan drew his sword to block, only to hear a metallic collision sound, and the long knife struck Yang Fan's sword.

Yang Fan jumped up, jumped more than two meters high, and stabbed with his sword.

Wei Xiang dodged for a while, took a step forward, grabbed his arm, and swung it hard, Yang Fan flew out and fell to the ground.

The sword in his hand also dropped not far away.

He struggled to stand up, strode forward and bent down to pick up the sword, but Wei Xiang's long knife was already on his neck before he straightened up.

"Yang Fan, your life is over."

Wei Xiang lifted the knife vigorously, ready to move Yang Fan's head, but at this moment, Yang Fan grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it on Wei Xiang's face, causing him to step back a few steps in a daze.

"Yang Fan, you villain actually used such a method."

Yang Fan stood up straight and sneered, "Wei Xiang, do you think you are my opponent? Look at your name, is it the name your father gave you on the toilet seat?"

"My mother named me for me. He hoped that I could soar like an eagle. What do you know?" Wei Xiang shouted, rubbing his eyes.

"What do I know? Do you know what Xiang is?" Yang Fan said with a laugh, and inserted the sword into the scabbard.

Wei Xiang held a long knife in his hand and smiled coldly: "It's ridiculous. This name has been with me for more than 40 years. Do I not know how to write the word "xiang"?"

"So what if you know how to write, your name is Wei Xiang, wouldn't that just feed you shit?"

"What, you dare to scold me, see if I don't hack you."

Wei Xiang's long knife slashed at Yang Fan again, and Yang Fan hurriedly pulled out his sword and took a few steps back.

When Yang Fan was about to raise his sword to block it, he accidentally sprained his foot and fell to the ground. He looked up and saw Wei Xiang's long knife rushing towards his head, and he quickly put his hands on his chest and shouted loudly: " Back to reality."

In an instant, he woke up from the dream, and Yang Fan was lying on the desk in the office, a bead of sweat dripping down.

If he didn't have time to shout those four words, he probably wouldn't wake up in this life. He broke into a cold sweat and quickly sat up and wiped the sweat.

After sleeping for a while, he felt a little refreshed, like a cell phone that was about to run out of power and had just charged 60.00% of its power, at least it could last for a while without shutting down.

He looked at his watch, it was only 10:30, the meeting had been going on for about an hour, and he still hadn't come out.

He stretched himself and stood up, and took a sneak peek into the meeting room. Wei Xiang was still talking, and his colleagues were listening very carefully.

"If I hadn't fallen, you must have died in my hands." Yang Fan whispered to himself.

At this moment, he saw his colleagues in the conference room all stand up one after another. Are you done?It's almost the end of the meeting and I have to hurry back to my seat.

He quickly sat back, clicked on the computer file, and pretended to be working.

The boss, Wei Xiang, was the last to come out, and the secretary beside him helped him hold the laptop.

"Who is that, Yang Fan, come over here." It was Wei Xiang who spoke, and he pointed to Yang Fan who was sitting there pretending to be working.

"Oh." Yang Fan agreed, his heart pounding.

When I go to his office later, I will definitely get scolded by him, and he will definitely blame me for falling asleep in a meeting. It's really annoying. I usually do a lot of work, but you never praise me, and now I have made such a small mistake. , are you sure about it?
Yang Fan thought to himself and stood up reluctantly.

"Hurry up, the boss treats you to coffee." The colleague on the side laughed.

Yang Fan glanced at him, wanted to speak but held back, he was afraid that if he cursed, his colleagues would beat him up, if he didn't, he really had nothing to say.

"Come here soon?" The boss opened his office door, leaned out half of his body and shouted at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan agreed, and walked over with his head down...

(End of this chapter)