She was fired after she refused to be the CEO's dog licker.

When the word "tattoo" was mentioned, Lin Xixi still showed a surprised expression.

But the effect I wanted has been achieved.

It was not my intention for my colleagues to stay near the Provincial Hospital, but it was inevitable that someone with an intention would hear about it. Instead of finding a reason to hide it, it would be better to use another focus to divert attention.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, this tattoo is indeed redundant.

So after returning to the office, I immediately called the hospital and made an appointment for tattoo removal.

As soon as the phone was hung up, Wu Ling came over in a hurry. She rolled up her sleeves, sat at her desk depressedly, and said, "I didn't expect that the deputy editor of "Start" magazine is actually Zhang Jiazhen."

"Who is Zhang Jiazhen?"

Wu Ling drooped his eyelids and said bluntly: "My ex-sister-in-law, I have to say."

I was a little surprised: "It's such a coincidence."

"I didn't expect that. I only knew that this girl played two-dimensional games before, but I didn't expect that she would actually join the mobile game industry," Wu Ling sighed and said dissatisfied, "And she even got into the position of deputy editor. How can I be embarrassed? ?”

"Did she make things difficult for you?"

Wu Ling shook his head and thought: "No, not only did she not make things difficult for me, she also asked me to go to TK Bar with her in the evening, saying that she would also invite the editor-in-chief to have a fun time together."

I stared at Wu Ling: "That's a good thing. She helped us organize the game. Isn't it to promote cooperation?"

"I don't think so," Wu Ling said hesitantly, "When Zhang Jiahao and I were together, this sister-in-law always found fault with me. Now she has suddenly changed her attitude. I'm not sure what she is thinking."

"What about the game tonight?"

Wu Ling glanced at me and said helplessly: "In the past, I would have pushed him away, but what if Zhang Jiazhen had no other ideas and just fell in love with our brand? If we didn't go, wouldn't we be missing out? A great opportunity.”

"Start" is indeed one of the best in domestic game magazines. If we can cooperate with them, the popularity of "Monogatari" will definitely increase.

Moreover, "Monogatari" is our first project to be launched online. It can be said that many investors are waiting to see the overall results and this opportunity cannot be missed.

"Go," I said firmly, "As you said, Zhang Jiazhen is now the deputy editor-in-chief of the magazine. To put it bluntly, she is also a person of status. If she deliberately embarrasses us, we will act on her own initiative."

After hearing what I said, Wu Ling breathed a long sigh of relief and said in a coquettish tone: "Good Xu Xu, thank you."

"Why are you so polite?" I looked at the calendar and asked, "By the way, what about the villa?"

Wu Ling rolled his eyes and said, "The agent just called me in the morning and said that Gu Wantong had something to do and the transfer would have to be delayed for a few days."

I comforted Wu Ling: "After all, it is not a small amount of money. It is right for people to think about it for a few days."

"Ignore the house for now," Wu Ling waved his hand, "I'll call Zhang Jiazhen now."

Two minutes later, Wu Ling cut off the line, stared at me with her beautiful peach blossom eyes and said: "Zhang Jiazhen readily agreed, and also said that the editor-in-chief Yao Chun would also be present. No, I have to prepare for "The Story" Information, be prepared.”

Seeing Wu Ling's positive look, I feel very happy.

In positive moments, it is so lucky to have a friend who can go hand in hand with you.

At 8:30 p.m., Wu Ling and I arrived at TK Bar. After reporting our box number, we were led to the second floor by the waiter.

Wu Ling introduced: "There are three floors here. The second floor has a good view. You can see the entire dance floor from the window. The private rooms are usually reserved for some famous people."

"What about the third floor?"

"The third floor is about privacy, similar to a club, but more open than a club, and the fees are twice as high as those on the second floor."

While we were talking, we arrived at the private room on the second floor. When we opened the door and walked in, we saw four or five men and women sitting in a row. Sitting in the middle was a middle-aged man with a big belly.

If I guessed correctly, he should be the editor-in-chief Yao Chun.

Seeing us coming in, several pairs of eyes looked at us. Wu Ling took a step forward and said respectfully: "Editor-in-chief Yao, I have admired your name for a long time, and I am finally lucky enough to meet you today."

Yao Chun pushed up his glasses, held Wu Ling's hand and said, "I just heard from Xiao Zhang that Miss Wu is beautiful and smart. Now that I see it, she is indeed worthy of her name."

I don’t know if it’s my misunderstanding, but I always feel that there’s something wrong with the way Yao Chun looks at Wu Ling.

While I was thinking about it, I only felt a pair of eyes looking towards me. When I looked over in confusion, I saw a well-dressed woman with a French wave perm.

And this face, I seem to have seen it somewhere.

"Ms. Meng, we meet again." She took the initiative to greet me.

Wu Ling raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this: "Jia Zhen, do you know Xu Xu?"

Zhang Jiazhen smiled and said, "Yes, Miss Meng was also present when I met Professor Yan last time."

Then I suddenly remembered that this Miss Zhang Jiazhen was actually the one who had a blind date with Yan Dong last time.

"This is called fate," Wu Ling said happily, not knowing why. "It seems that there is a destiny between "Story" and "Start"."

Yao Chun clapped his hands and said, "Miss Wu used the word 'fate' wonderfully. Come on, let's talk while drinking."

Wu Ling was called to his side by Yao Chun.

I felt a little uneasy. Just as I was about to sit down, I was stopped by Zhang Jiazhen.

"Ms. Meng, can we leave too?"

Normally, I would not drink this wine, but seeing Wu Ling drinking it all in one gulp, I raised my glass cheerfully and took a sip.

"Miss Meng is such a good drinker. What are you doing here? Give Miss Meng a drink."

Wu Ling and I were both drunk a lot.

My ability to drink is poor, and my consciousness has become a little blurry after drinking, but I have to drink the wine handed to me. When I can't hold it anymore, I can only use the excuse to go to the bathroom.

In the suite, standing at the door, you can vaguely hear the greetings of Wu Ling and Yao Chun in the box.

I think that although the process was a bit difficult, at least the atmosphere in the box was not bad. I hope this cooperation can be negotiated smoothly.

But the next second, a sudden shout came to my ears, followed by a slap in the face.

I steeled myself, and when I opened the bathroom door, I saw Yao Chun standing condescendingly next to the sofa, pointing at Wu Ling lying on the sofa and said: "I am here to chat with you to give you face, really. Treat yourself like a dish!”

I quickly stepped forward, hurriedly supported Wu Ling, and asked, "What's going on?"

Wu Ling gritted his teeth, stood up from the sofa with his arms, and glared at Yao Chun: "Just talking about cooperation, he actually wants to put his hand into my aunt's clothes, and he doesn't even urinate to see how virtuous he is!"

"What did you say?" Yao Chun was furious, pointing at Wu Ling and said: "It's obviously you who insists on having a drink with me, and you even said that I took advantage of you. Can you guys tell me, is it because she is so shameless that she insists on sitting with me? On the thigh?"

Everyone else present lowered their heads. Wu Ling immediately went to see Zhang Jiazhen. Zhang Jiazhen pinched his eyebrows and said: "Wu Ling, even if you are anxious to cooperate with us, you can't talk nonsense. Our editor Yao is of first-class character. That's good, you..."

Wu Ling was stunned. She looked at Zhang Jiazhen in disbelief, then at Yao Chun, and sneered: "I know, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, right?"

"Miss Wu, please don't slander anyone. You must provide evidence in everything, otherwise..." Yao Chun stared at Wu Ling and me closely, with a fierce look in his eyes and said, "Don't think of going out like this tonight, you two!"

Wu Ling was about to speak, but I stopped him. I twitched the corner of my mouth and said, "Editor Yao, you are a person with status, why would you do such a thing that jeopardizes your status? You want evidence, right? Qiao Yes, I really have it here.”

After saying this, I bent down to take my bag, took out a recording pen and said, "The evidence is here."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned, especially Zhang Jiazhen, who was even more frightened.

Only Yao Chun sneered: "Not Miss Meng, you don't think that a recording pen can do anything to me, do you?"

At this moment, the private room door suddenly opened, and three or five male waiters ran in at the same time, surrounding Wu Ling and me.

"If you know what's going on, hand over the recorder," Yao Chun sat calmly on the sofa and mocked, "Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

After Wu Ling and I looked at each other, I picked up the wine bottle on the table and slammed it against the door frame. With a "crash", the bottle broke into pieces. I shook the broken bottle, scaring the waiter and backing away.

Wu Ling quickly opened the door with quick eyes and hands, and shouted: "Help, someone is going to die. Editor-in-chief Yao of "Start" magazine is going to kill someone!"

Yao Chun stood up angrily and ordered: "Why are you still standing there stupidly? Block this bitch's mouth!"

The waiters rushed over desperately, took away the wine bottle and voice recorder from my hand, dragged Wu Ling in, and closed the private room door tightly.

Wu Ling and I were also a little confused. I continued: "Editor Yao, my recorder has an automatic upload function. I advise you..."

Before I finished speaking, I heard a click, and a recording pen was broken by Yao Chun in front of me.

Looking at the man with a fierce look, Wu Ling and I huddled together in panic.

How should I put it? Yao Chun was drunk. A drunkard is irrational.

"You are really overestimating your capabilities. You don't go out to inquire about cooperation with me, Yao Chun. How can you not give me some sweetness?"

The more he talked, the closer he got, and the fat on his belly swayed a few times.

Just when Wu Ling and I were at our wits' end, the door to the private room was knocked open with a bang, and a group of people rushed in. Then, a clear voice came to Wu Ling and I: "What are you going to do?" Isn’t it sweet? I’ll give it to you right now!”

I raised my head in surprise and saw Yuan Tianye rushing to Yao Chun in three steps. With his long arms raised high, he put a bottle of royal salute on Yao Chun's head with a "bang" sound.