Armor: I can only summon the general

Editor Liao sat on the chair with a gloomy face. After Xiao Song's persuasion, he already agreed with Xiao Song's point of view, but he was still hesitant, mainly because he was worried about the risks they would take.

"If the Armor Warriors change their stance because of this report, or it causes other more serious consequences, then the pressure of public opinion will be on you and me. How will we face all the citizens? We have to live to make money. There is a life flower."

Xiao Song felt even more impatient. Is this still the old editor he knew? When did the editor start thinking about all citizens?

"Editor, don't hesitate any more. They are armored warriors and heroes. They have extremely powerful power, so they should bear this. There is also public opinion. We are in the news. Which way does the public opinion fall? No. Should we be the one who has the final say?”

Editor Liao stared at Xiao Song with more complicated eyes. Is this still the Xiao Song he knew? How did he become so bottomless? It’s incredible that he can even say such things as manipulating public opinion.

After the last blow, Xiao Song's state of mind changed, and now his bottom line is much lower than before.

"Editor, stop hesitating. It all depends on people. How can we accomplish anything if we are so timid? How can we prove our value to the company without results? Are we still waiting to be replaced by others?"

Xiao Song's voice rose an octave and his tone became more and more aggressive, as if he was the editor-in-chief and Liao Bei opposite him was a reporter.

Xiao Song's words also touched Editor Liao's heart. The company is being reshuffled, and the bosses are also determined to bring some fresh blood to the company. His current position is also in jeopardy. If he continues to fail to achieve results, he will really have to retire early. .

Editor Liao took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, then rubbed his temples with his hands, thinking as he did so.

Xiao Song's eyes were fixed on Editor Liao, watching all his movements, and he became more and more nervous, fearing that Editor Liao would reject his manuscript as soon as he raised his head.

Three or four minutes later, Editor Liao put down the hand rubbing his temples, put his glasses back on, and raised his head to look at Xiao Song opposite him.

Xiao Song and Editor Liao looked at each other and saw firmness and determination in his eyes. At this moment, Xiao Song felt relieved. He knew that Editor Liao had made up his mind and his manuscript would be sent out.

Editor Liao held Xiao Song's manuscript between the two of them. He had already thought about it. Rather than sit back and wait for death, he might as well take the risk and send this manuscript out. He was willing to bear the consequences no matter what.

"Xiao Song, your manuscript is like a key, opening an unknown door. Are you really ready?"

Xiao Song said firmly: "Editor, I have been prepared for a long time. From the moment I walked in the door after being discharged from the hospital, I figured everything out. I want to live a better life by any means necessary, instead of being pedantic and conservative." Stick to the bottom line and wait to be replaced by others."

Editor Liao nodded. This was exactly what he wanted. Although he was a little afraid of the power of the armored warriors, compared to his own interests, he could still overcome these psychological obstacles.

"In this case, let us open this unknown door. No matter what is waiting for us behind the door, you and I have to face it together."

"Ok!"

Editor Liao stretched out his hand towards Xiao Song, and Xiao Song shook it hard. The two looked at each other. From this moment on, their fates were firmly tied together.

After a while, Editor Liao took the lead to let go of his hand and began to prepare for publication of the manuscript, while Xiao Song also walked back to his seat, turned on his computer and continued his work.

Xiao Song opened the chat room on his computer and was about to go in to inquire about the latest information on the Armored Warriors, but when he clicked in he didn't know what to say. He couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable when he thought of the happy times when everyone used to argue with each other.

He stared at the computer in a daze for a while, and finally moved the mouse to exit the chat room.

When he thought about the countless troubles he might face after this article was published, his head began to swell. In order to reduce the chance of being exposed to offline people, he decided to narrow his circle from now on, starting with Started with online friends, then real friends.

‘Oh, people’s hearts are really fickle. As I am now, I’d better not come into contact with everyone in the future and keep my best self in their memories. ’

Xiao Song just quit the chat room and bid farewell to his Internet era without even saying goodbye.

At this time, outside the door of Batiankan, a young man with a camera hanging around his neck was standing outside. He glanced at the door number and walked in after confirming that it was Batiankan.

Xiao Song was secretly feeling sad. When he heard someone coming in, he turned his head and looked back.

He was a young man with a delicate face. The smile on his face was very gentle, but his temperament exuded confidence and determination.

Feeling the looming pressure on the young man, Xiao Song felt that he was a head shorter than the other man and quickly stood up to greet him.

"Hello, this is the D city branch of Batiankan. What can I do for you?"

The young man extended his hand to Xiao Song politely.

"Hello, my name is An Mixiu. I am a newly transferred news reporter here. Please take good care of me in the future."

Xiao Song was just about to reach out to hold it, but his body froze after hearing these words. His outstretched hand hung in mid-air, neither holding An Mixiu's hand nor taking it back.

‘Is he the rookie of that company? The person who was supposed to replace me? ’

When Xiao Song learned that the person opposite was his competitor and almost stole his job, he couldn't react for a while and stood stiffly on the spot.

An Mixiu smiled gently again, took the initiative to hold Xiao Song's hand, shook it, and patted his upper arm.

Editor Liao was immersed in his work when he suddenly heard the words "newly transferred" and was a little surprised.

'what happened? Could it be that a new person arranged by the company has arrived? Why didn't I receive any news? ’

He quickly looked up, but An Mixiu's figure was blocked by Xiao Song. From his angle, he couldn't see the other person's face, only the outline of the other person's body.

Editor Liao hurriedly stood up from his chair, walked around the desk, pulled away the dazed Xiao Song, and stretched out his hand towards An Mixiu.

"Are you the new guy sent by the company?"

An Mixiu nodded and said: "Yes, my name is An Mixiu. I was transferred from the city next door. Today is my first day on the job. You must be Editor Liao. If there is anything I can't do in the future, please bear with me." .”

An Mixiu noticed Editor Liao's short and chubby figure, and compared it with the information in his memory, he easily learned his identity, and his words were full of respect.