perfect arc

Chapter 292 Chapter 290 Two: The Grave of Nova
Madrid, dusk is approaching.

There is a commercial area less than half a kilometer away from the city center, where various commercial buildings of different heights are built. Various types of large and small enterprises arrange their headquarters in this area, especially during morning working hours. The street that runs through the entire business district is full of office workers rushing back to the office and working hard for some reason.

At dusk at this time, the tide of get off work has already passed, but it does not prevent the office workers who still stay in the office and have to work overtime for some reason. The lights grew brighter as the sky darkened.

A 35-storey commercial building with a monotonous off-white exterior wall was built on the left side of the street at the end of the commercial district. It is the same as other commercial buildings. There are many bright lights in the office, which means that there are still many for some unknown reason. And office workers who have to work overtime cannot go home for the time being.

The outer wall of this building is gray and white. At this time, its No.20 floor is the most conspicuous. The entire row of this floor is brightly lit, like a white straight line dividing the upper and lower parts of the building. This gray and white commercial building, which is very inconspicuous during the day, is so conspicuous when dusk is approaching.

Let’s say that the No.20th floor of this commercial building was fully rented by an organization with more than 100 employees. At this time when they should go home and enjoy family fun, none of these employees left the company. The entire office Inside, either you can hear the beeping sound of the phone, or you can see employees walking up and down the corridor, a sense of purposeless and busy.

The facade of this institution is designed very gorgeously, and people who don’t know it will think it is a fashion magazine or something, but in fact it is not, and the front desk staff stationed at the reception counter are two beautifully dressed Girls, they all have complaints on their faces, I'm afraid they are still cursing something in their hearts.

The work of these two girls seems to be easy, but at this time they are busy for some reason, answering the phone at one time, and flipping through the documents at the other time, their movements are so mechanical, and the expressions on their faces It's so numb, but I don't think they will come back to life in half a moment until they go home.

At this time, the glass door of the institution was pushed open, and an old man in a brown coat, a cold hat, and a briefcase walked in. Although his face was wrinkled, he could not see Feeling a little tired, he walked up to the reception counter and took the initiative to say hello to one of the front desk staff:

"Miss! Good evening! I have already made an appointment with your newspaper office. I believe your editor-in-chief knows that I am coming soon. Please contact me!"

The pretty girl at the front desk reluctantly showed a smile, and politely asked the old man: "Excuse me, sir, is your name...?"

"Wali! My name has been Wali since I was a child!" The old man played with humor, but the girl at the front desk who had already exhausted her energy did not laugh out loud, but curled her mouth, full of fatigue and did not want to lose her manners , just smiled at the old man.

"Please wait! Mr. Wally! I'll arrange it for you." After finishing speaking, the front desk lady skillfully picked up the phone in front of her and dialed the number key. It is not difficult to imagine that she may have dialed this number a few times. Thousands of times.

Mr. Wally took a step back and sat down on a soft leather sofa at the reception. He was about to stand up before his butt was warmed up, because the pretty girl at the front desk had already said: "Wa Mr. Li! The editor will be here soon!"

"Okay! Thank you!" Mr. Wali replied, pulled the corners of his clothes, carried his briefcase, and stood at the reception desk in a well-behaved manner.

About a minute later, a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed thick-rimmed glasses with a smile on his face approached Mr. Wally in a few steps, with a welcome in his words, the middle-aged man said : "Mr. Wally! I am very glad that you can accept the brief interview we arranged, and I am sorry to disturb your main work!"

The next second, the two held hands, and it took three seconds before they let go.

However, the wrinkled Mr. Wali may have heard such kind words in his life, but he did not show a tired face, but said to the middle-aged man: "Mr. Editor, I should thank you. Your invitation is right, I am surprised that a well-known sports newspaper like yours has invited me for an interview!"

The editor smiled and nodded his head, and then made a gesture to welcome in. Mr. Wally raised his right palm lightly as a compliment, and then, Mr. Wally followed the editor all the way. Walked into the interior of this sports newspaper.

In the next second, Mr. Wally saw a "battlefield" with his own eyes. In the office on the entire first floor, hundreds of employees are real people, but their work forms are so mechanized, and some of them are walking back and forth in the corridor. , some of them kept the phone receivers close to their ears for a long time, and some even directed their ten fingers to keep typing on the computer keyboard. From the tired faces of each of them, it can be seen that It is impossible for their minds to stay on their work.

Mr. Wally has been following the editor in the corridor. He doesn't think it's strange to see everything in front of him. To join the newspaper industry, you must always be prepared to work overtime, and you can't even go home in the middle of the night. This is the industry's public opinion. Secret, not to mention, this is a sports newspaper.

The two turned a corner and faced the door of a conference room. There was a young man standing in front of the door. At first glance, Mr. Wally felt that the young man should be under 30 years old. When the young man saw Mr. Wally After that, I greeted him first: "Hello! Mr. Wally! I have heard your name in the football press for a long time. I am very glad to be able to interview you!"

Mr. Wally still didn't reject such kind words, he shook hands with the young man, and then the editor gave a brief introduction to his subordinates: "This is the group in charge of the 'football page' in our newspaper. Team leader, he will be fully responsible for the next brief interview."

"Okay!" Mr. Wally didn't have any comments. The editor greeted him and walked away. The young man invited Mr. Wally into the meeting room behind him. When Mr. Wally walked in, he saw Looking at the meeting room, there was already another staff member waiting to work.

And on a black conference table in the middle of the meeting room, a cup of hot coffee was arranged in advance, which was naturally specially arranged for Mr. Wally. Mr. Wally was very satisfied with such a respected reception. smiled.

Then, after being greeted to sit on a soft leather chair, Mr. Wally said straight to the point: "If possible? I hope we can directly enter today's topic."

"No problem! Mr. Wally! And this is my assistant, he will be in charge of recording this brief interview." The team leader of the 'Football Page' agreed with Mr. Wally's suggestion, and did not forget to introduce his own working partner.

Soon, everything came to a head, and the team leader said: "Since we have decided to go directly to the topic, what do you think, Mr. Wally, about Real Madrid's intention to acquire Granada's Cabine?"

Mr. Wally put down his briefcase, took a sip of coffee, and said in a serious tone: "I think...a talented player like Cabine should never join a giant club like Real Madrid , this is my very direct opinion."

"Oh~? What's the reason?" said the team leader.

Mr. Wally gave a "hmm" and said: "I think... Real Madrid is the grave of new stars. If Kabine joins Real Madrid, he will bury himself with his own hands..."

(End of this chapter)