Armor: I can only summon the general

When he thought of Hua He and Xinnan descending from the sky to save the three of them, Beimiao felt sincere gratitude and admiration for them.

‘If they have a mind and courage that others don’t have, maybe they are born leaders. ’

After a while, the three of them gradually regained their ability to move. Xinnan still recovered the fastest. He stood up and clenched his fists. He felt that he was stronger than before. He didn't know if it was an illusion.

Following closely, Kunzhong and Dongshan had almost recovered and stood up.

Xinnan suddenly thought that Aunt Hui was still waiting for him to go back in the dumpling restaurant, and his mind was no longer in the base. Dongshan was too embarrassed to look at Kunzhong, while Kunzhong was only thinking about how to talk to Hua He and Qiao. Extravagant explanation.

The three of them had their own thoughts and their expressions were different. Even Bei Miao couldn't tell what they were thinking. They wanted to talk but didn't know what to say. They didn't even know who to comfort them first.

At this time, Meizhen stood up and clapped her hands, attracting the attention of others.

"Since you are all fine, let's go out for a drink. Hua He and Qiao Shefei happen to be still outside. You go out and say hello to him to prevent them from coming in to see you again."

Meizhen's method was very good, and she accurately captured the pulses of the three people. They all agreed, and then swarmed out of the base. Meizhen and Beimiao also followed them out.

When everyone arrived at the Happy Castle, Kun Zhong, who was the first to open the door, saw Hua He thinking and quickly turned his head and raised his index finger in front of his mouth to make a silencing gesture.

"Shh~ Hua He seems to be thinking about something. Please keep your voice down and don't disturb him."

After saying that, he tiptoed out of the bathroom. Qiao Shefei also saw them and raised his hand to greet them. Everyone also waved to Qiao Shefei silently, then found a seat and sat down, waiting for Hua He After thinking about it, talk to him again.

In the editorial department of the Eight-Day Magazine, An Mixiu has returned to his work station and is packing his things silently. In fact, there is nothing to pack, and he has not been working for a few days.

The main reason why he has been dawdling for so long is because he can't give up. Among so many jobs, this one is the one he is most satisfied with. He really doesn't want to quit this job, but the thought of staying here will bring trouble to his good brothers. An Mixiu still reluctantly gave up her love and sent her resignation letter to Liao Bei's mailbox.

Since An Mixiu likes being a reporter so much, why doesn't he continue to be a reporter in another city?

In fact, An Mixiu not only likes the profession of reporter, but what he really likes is being an exclusive interview reporter for Armor Warrior. It is easy to change cities, and it is not difficult to find a reporter job there, but there are Armor Warriors there. ?

Maybe~

After dilly-dallying for a while, An Mixiu finally made up his mind, put the camera in his hand around his neck, turned around and walked out of the editorial office with the small bag in hand.

When he reached the door, he put the key in his hand in front of Xiaosong's computer, turned around and went out, locking the door in one go, without any lag at all, for fear that he would be reluctant to leave once he stopped.

After pushing the door of the editorial department again and confirming that it was locked, An Mixiu walked to the train station without looking back.

At this time, in the headquarters of Batian Magazine, Liao Bei was still sitting in front of the computer scratching his head.

Previously, he handed over the powerful black material of Xiaoya Group to the bosses. Several big leaders thought that this time they could take a bite out of Xiaoya Group, but their intentions were reversed by Xiaoya. The group discovered that it even sent people to the door to negotiate terms.

In the end, after unanimous discussion among the bosses, they agreed to Xiaoya Group's redemption conditions and made Xiaoya Group pay some price to redeem all the black materials.

Although the bosses of the Eight-Day Magazine have repeatedly promised that no copies have been kept, both parties actually know that as long as the Eight-Day Magazine is still around, these dirty materials will never be a secret, and the Little Duck Group will have an additional security risk.

Therefore, Xiaoya Group will definitely not give up and the bosses of Batian Magazine are also trying their best to find a way out.

The initiator of this incident, Liao Bei, the former editor-in-chief of the D City editorial department, became the target of public criticism. A group of middle and high-level leaders stood on his opposite side and criticized him verbally and in writing, accusing him of bringing trouble to the company.

In the final analysis, it was nothing more than not hitting the fox and causing a lot of trouble, which made everyone feel unhappy.

The leaders above were also well aware of this matter, so when everyone unanimously demanded that Liao Bei be punished, the leaders' attitude was not so firm, but they tried to push the matter down.

Liao Bei also knew the painstaking efforts of his leaders, so he was very diligent during this period, just because he was afraid that if he did not do well, he would arouse public anger.

But no matter how hard he keeps his tail between his legs, people will still find fault with him.

Just half an hour ago, he was sorting out the reports for a previous project, and was suddenly called over by a supervisor from the risk control department. He pointed out a small error in a form in front of him, and then slapped him in the face. A scolding.

Liao Bei felt aggrieved. This was obviously an excuse. How could a small mistake deserve such a big anger from the supervisor?

But he finally returned to the head office and was transferred to the risk control department. He cherished this opportunity very much, so he had to endure it no matter how wronged he was.

After the supervisor finished scolding him, he smiled and said some nice words, and then returned to his work station with a feeling of grievance, ready to continue working, but before his buttocks got hot from sitting, the leader's secretary came over again to say something. The leader wants to see him and ask him to prepare.

The secretary never showed a smile when he came and went, which seemed to be a bad thing. Liao Bei scratched his hair in distress, and then thought about how to deal with the leader while packing his clothes.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the receipt reminder in his mailbox. It was not convenient for him to move around these two days, so he asked about many things through e-mail. When he saw an e-mail was sent, he quickly clicked to check it.

Upon seeing this, he was immediately stunned and immediately picked up the phone and called Xiao Song.

Xiao Song was lying at home drinking tea when he suddenly received a call from Liao Bei. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. His old editor had just called him not long ago and informed him of the headquarters' decision and asked him to keep his mouth shut. He said that at the time he was quite unconvinced, but the editor said that the benefits of agreeing were numerous, so Xiao Song stopped making trouble.

‘My editor called me at this time. Is he not going to give me any benefits? No matter what, just accept it. If he really doesn’t give it to me, I will take the information and change jobs. Some of them will regret it then. ’

That's right, Xiao Song still has an original copy of Xiaoya Group's black material in his hand, which is the recording where Lin Jianmin personally explained it.

The copy that Xiao Song gave to Liao Bei was the one he printed out after sorting Lin Jianmin's recordings, and the recorder with Lin Jianmin's original recordings was placed in his drawer.

In his eyes, the recording pen was not only a capital for him to make utilitarian gains, but also his confidence.