Fist of Imagination

Liang De walked to the corridor and cleared his throat, sat down and answered the phone calmly.

"Hello?"

"Hello, dear Mr. Liang De, I am Mo's Heavy Industries, Kuoji, Bianan, Kuoahui, Snipe Hunter Project Co., Ltd...."

"Gong Zhang." Liang De fell to the left and leaned weakly on the pillar of the corridor.

"Mr. Liang, you are too polite. Just call me Xiao Zhang."

"Gong Zhang, I am Liang De, interim director of the Snipe Hunter Project."

"Ah... Liang, Mr. Liang, no, Mr. Liang, I am Xiao Zhang!"

Even though he silently recited several phrases "Little Zhang Xiao Zhang, don't panic" before going to work every day, Zhang Mozhu was still a little panicked.

The more anxious she is, the more likely she is to make mistakes. Before making the call, she repeatedly recited the unified greetings provided by the marketing line, but did not pay much attention to who was being notified.

I'm a technical person! Why should I be responsible for this? Isn’t it okay for people who work in technology not to understand the ways of the world?

And why is Liang Gong the first one?

It was many days after Liang Gong left the Black Iron Forge Star that she finally realized why he had been staying beside President Shen's hospital bed.

How could I be so slow and miss such an important opportunity!

I feel stupid day by day. I only know how to report technical matters to Mr. Liang. How can I blow the president's pillow in the future?

Ugh... But no one told me, how do I know that the two of them are...

Liang De tapped the pillar with the back of his head and said:

"Well, Mo Zhu, I won't call you Zhang Gong anymore. Just think of me as a distant cousin whom I haven't seen for decades. Just be polite when I speak. No need to be too polite.

Why are you calling me about something? "

...a distant cousin whom I haven’t seen in decades?

It took Zhang Mozhu several seconds to accept this inexplicable setting.

"Cousin, the Sandpiper Hunter press conference has been moved up to ten o'clock tomorrow night, Kukai time. Can you come?"

It also took the cousin a few seconds to accept this confused cousin.

When Liang De heard the time of the press conference, the first thing he thought of was his perfect plan.

"Why did you mention it's ten o'clock tomorrow? The request I left for you is to hold a press conference as early as next Monday, right?

At this point, the warm-up on the marketing end is not yet in place. Mo Zhu, I won’t say how much the company will make less. Once the first-day sales come out, your bonus this year will be reduced by 10%.

Who set this time? "

Faced with the question from his immediate superior, Zhang Mozhu subconsciously answered immediately:

"Cousin, this time is on the clock... huh huh."

She immediately covered her mouth mid-sentence.

"What does it mean?"

Zhang Mozhu put down his right hand and said:

"It was decided by the chief judge. She said it doesn't matter whether it's early or late. She believes in the snipe hunter's ability."

Liang De closed his eyes and concentrated. The marketing plan for the Sandpiper Hunter project that he participated in the formulation came to mind. In the visual interface of Martial Arts Yuanshen, the responsibilities and abilities of each person, as well as the requirements and nodes of each job were clearly explained.

A few seconds later, Liang De said:

"Then you guys have to risk your lives to work overtime tonight, can you bear it?"

"Hmm... Cousin, there is still some leftovers of the Immortal Cultivation Coffee and Wolf Nature Set Meal you left. We should be able to do it if we work hard. There have been many important events that encountered unexpected situations in the past. It's okay." Zhang Mozhu whispered.

"Nothing... Who else besides me have you informed about the new press conference time?"

"I should be responsible for the notification work alone... No, some minor personnel are notified by the administrative staff... Let me take a look first... Cousin, please wait a moment."

Zhang Mozhu clicked a few times on his work tablet to open the note information of the notification document.

She quickly finished reading the notes, then checked the work log of the administrative team responsible for the project, and said:

"Cousin, the order of notifications decided by the chief reviewer is to notify external internal personnel first, starting with the ones with the closest relationship. I haven't completed the task of notifying you yet, so the administrative war has not started yet.

You are the first one to be notified, other guests have not received the message yet. "

"Don't notify others yet, wait for my news."

Zhang Mozhu hesitated and said: "Cousin, but the chief judge said that everyone should be notified before two o'clock in the afternoon."

"It's too late, just wait until I get there."

Liang De glanced at the air and sea time on the Sony Ericsson radar on his left wrist and said to Zhang Mozhu.

"Wait until you arrive..." Zhang Mozhu wanted to say something more, but the other party had already hung up the phone.

Liang De put away his cell phone, leaned his head against the pillar, and sat blankly on the historical and cultural corridor of ancient Eastern boxing, looking at the blurry portrait in the frame opposite him in trance.

Am I the first...

I won’t tell you, and neither will you.

You are more straightforward than me, but what can I say when I see you.

What can I promise you?

He banged the back of his head against the corridor pillar, his swaying eyes scribbling in the picture frame on the opposite side of the corridor. The people in the painting, which was originally a splash-ink freehand style, became increasingly blurred, and broad and unruly brushstrokes came across the sky. Falling in the middle of his conscious mind.

Liang De suddenly woke up and found that he was standing in front of the grocery store next to the football field, but the grocery store hadn't opened yet, and the khaki curtain in front of the sales window had not yet been opened.

He accidentally leaned on the curtain and patted it a few times. Someone in the store used a wooden stick to open the curtain and said impatiently:

"Hey, man, the door doesn't open until nine o'clock. It's now eight forty-five. There are still fifteen minutes left. What do you want?"

Liang De was about to say a few bad words to confront him, but found that his mask had gone nowhere, and his words were the voice closest to this moment.

"I am a coward..."

"I can see that you should have come last night."

The crew-cut guy in the store wearing a white hurdle vest took out a bottle of essential oil from underneath and handed it to Liang De's hand.

Liang De took it and took a look, and saw the label on the glass bottle that read "Restore confidence, skyrocket, I guarantee you will regain your glory."

"Twenty dollars."

Liang De touched his whole body and said embarrassedly:

"Uncle, I don't have any money."

"If you don't have money, you don't have money. You said you would go against the ancestor's decision. What can I do to you?"

The unshaven uncle scratched his greasy arm and said:

"Take it back and use it as a gift from me."

Liang De picked up the bottle of Indian sacred oil, looked at the bottom of the bottle and said:

"Sky high...what does it look like up there.

I'm much better than before, but I'm still like a bird. What's the point of going up there? Should I continue to act like a bird when I go up to people who are stronger than me now? "

The flat-headed uncle said to him:

"If you think you can't do it, then you're an idiot.

What's the point of worrying about a fool's random thoughts? Let's go up first and talk about it later. Just be open-minded. "

"Old man, that's not what you said. There are so many problems, how can I be open-minded? I can just think whatever I want."

The flat-headed uncle nodded and said:

"Of course, you can think whatever you want. Isn't this just a dream? If you don't have dreams as a human being, what's the difference between you and a salted fish?

And you are just thinking about it. How do you know if you haven’t done it before?

What are you afraid of? Be more open-minded. Do you want to be a salted fish? "

"I don't really want to..."

Liang De thought about it again and again, and finally said decisively:

"I don't want to be a salted fish!"

"Very Good! With your fighting eyes, I'm sure you have potential!

Goodbye, handsome! "

The flat-headed uncle reached out from behind the window, snatched the Coward's Savior from Liang De's hand, shook it twice and turned it into a cup of American coffee, and poured it into his mouth without any explanation.

so bitter!

Liang De suddenly woke up and saw in the picture frame on the opposite side of the corridor, a crew-cut man wearing a white hurdle vest smiling and waving to him.

"Ancestor..."

R.I.P.