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In the early morning, the supper canteen in the group building opened for business.The editors on the night shift walked in twos and threes with their meal cards. The elevator room and lobby were bustling with activity. Those who were entertaining were chatting about celebrity gossip, and those who were doing current affairs talked about state affairs.

When the new media department was first established, it only had two offices on the floor where the "Zhongcheng Times" was located, but now it has exclusively occupied the 13th and 14th floors.Wen Yun's team does not have to work night shifts, the office area is deserted, and only one light is turned on. At around 11 o'clock, he wrote the second planning proposal, but he couldn't hold it anymore. He wanted to lie down on the table and rest for a while, but he slept for more than an hour. Not a small noise, he probably won't wake up yet.

Looking at the "00:17" at the bottom right of the display, he wiped his face and stared blankly at a blank document.

After finishing the two cases, I couldn't squeeze anything out of my mind. When I woke up, my spirit was not better, but even more exhausted.

The ones who were chasing after me in the corridor were college graduates who had just joined the company not long ago. They were full of youth, and they were still so energetic in the middle of the night.Wen Yun sighed, and dripped a few drops of eye drops to relieve visual fatigue into his eyes.

Vision blurred, as if crying.

When was the last time you cried?He thought blankly, it was about the time when grandpa passed away.

The old man suffered from dementia and went blind, so he didn't know him at all. The grandfather and grandson lived together for a few years, and their relationship couldn't be described as deep. There were no waves, but the tears still fell.

The elevator door closed, and the noisy young colleagues were taken away, and the silence sank like a dark cloud. He shook his head, knowing that even if he sat here until dawn, he would not be able to write a third plan, so he turned off the computer. He got up and cleaned up his desk, waited in the office for a while, made sure that he would not run into his former colleagues in the elevator, and then turned off the lights and left.

The supper canteen is called "the last conscience of the group". The self-service supper has not increased in price for more than ten years. It is dedicated to serving the employees on the night shift. Nutrition.

Wen Yun didn't eat much all day, so he was already hungry and bored.But he didn't want to go to the cafeteria, he was worried about meeting his old colleagues and leaders there, and he didn't want to be pointed out by colleagues from other units of the group.

In Zhongcan Media Group, he is more or less a "celebrity".A few years ago, when the paper media was booming, the bosses would mention him in every meeting and praise him for his hard work.Later, the paper media failed, and the "Zhongcheng Times" laid off employees indirectly many times, but the fire did not catch him.Some people who didn't think much of him at all began to spread rumors, saying that he had someone on top.He didn't argue with anyone, and HR didn't talk to him, so he stayed at his post conscientiously.Until the first half of this year, the "Zhongcheng Times" was completely dead. Except for the employees with "relationships" who were able to stay, the rest were all laid off or diverted.He got a good share and went to the new media department, but now someone said that he belonged to Liu Cun.

Whoever is completely free from jealousy is a saint.In the workplace, no one is a saint.

Since going to the new media department, Wen Yun has noticed that the attitude of his old colleagues towards him has changed, and he always teases a few words with a half-smile when they meet--Brother Wen is doing well, his salary is now several times ours. ?I envy you, the newspaper is over, everyone is having a hard time, but you are the only one, with Mr. Liu covering you, life is going well, right?

Several times he wanted to go back, but they were all colleagues who had known each other for five or six years. When the rude words came to his lips, he finally swallowed them.

Besides, he didn't mix well, which was the most difficult thing for him to say.

All units of the group communicated with each other. How he was doing in the new media department was spread to other units early in the morning.He didn't want to complain to his old colleagues - admitting that he was incompetent and had a bad life was more heart-wrenching than listening to the other party's sarcasm.

Compared with the cafeteria full of acquaintances, the snack bars and food stalls on Yuhong Street seem to be more suitable for him now.

The market was full of people, Wen Yun was too hungry, and he didn't feel much hunger anymore, but for the sake of his health, he had to eat some.He walked along the curb for a while, and went to a Shaxian snack to pack 3 taels of wontons, planning to take them home to eat.

At the end of summer, the temperature at night was no longer as hot as in midsummer. His clothes were sweaty and dry in a day, and they were sticky to his body, making him uncomfortable.When he walked out of Shaxian snacks, he was blown by the night wind and sneezed. He walked towards the side of the road with his forehead in his hands, his shoulders in his arms, and he looked a little stooped.

A luxury car that looked surprisingly expensive passed by, he looked at it, and raised his hand to stop a taxi.

When the car door was closed, the men at the food stalls laughed wildly—"Fuck! Did you see that car? It's so handsome! When will I have one?"

"Master, go to Lian'an Community." Wen Yun put the takeaway box on his lap and said politely to the driver.

"Okay!" The driver was obviously also interested in the luxury car in front of him, and started to talk when he stepped on the accelerator: "That car is so handsome, I don't know which rich second generation is sitting in it."

Men love cars, and Wen Yun also likes them, but he is not a fanatic. Hearing the driver bragging about racing with luxury cars all the way, he just "hmm" a few times at the right time.

Soon, the Lian'an community arrived, and the driver, who hadn't had enough of his bragging, said regretfully, "Hey, I also want to tell you about the rear-end collision between my brother and a military jeep. You didn't see it, my brother at that time But it was so violent that it stunned the buddies on the jeep!"

Hearing the words "Military Jeep", Wen Yun raised his eyebrows, knowing that the other party was over-exaggerating, so he paid and got out of the car, and locked the driver's voice in the car door.

When I got home, the wontons were already cold.Wen Yun ate half of it, and had no appetite. She made a cup of instant coffee, turned on the computer, and started working overtime to write the third case.

The home is quieter than the office. It is late at night, and almost no one comes in and out of the community.

In a corner where the warm-colored light cannot reach, there is a wooden photo frame. The people in the photo are hidden in the shadows, and their faces are unclear.

This two-bedroom house was rented by Wen Yun three years ago. The location and facilities are good, and it can be regarded as a medium-sized residence in Zhongcheng.

But when he first rented it, many colleagues were quite surprised: "Your salary is so high, why don't you buy a house?"

He never told anyone that although his income is not low, his savings are not large.

The grandfather who suffers from dementia cannot be separated from others and needs someone to accompany him.Later, he got cancer again, and the monthly treatment fee alone was almost equivalent to his monthly salary.Fortunately, the paper media was quite prosperous in the first two years after he joined the company. He saved a lot of money, and with the compensation that he barely touched, he was able to make do with it, but buying a house and a car was too unrealistic.

Grandpa passed away 3 years ago, he moved out of the old house and rented in Lian'an Community.Many colleagues want to buy a house even if their wages are lowered, but he is indifferent.

It seems that it's good to live like this, at least I won't worry about the monthly payment.

After staying up until 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, Wen Yun clicked Save, covered his face with his hands, and covered his tired eyes.

The third case was quite rough, and he was not satisfied with it. Liu Cun didn't know how he would react after reading it.

After turning off the computer and turning off the lights, the place that was originally covered by shadows became more majestic because of the light outside the window.Wen Yun's eyes changed suddenly when he saw the slightly reflective photo frame.

He walked over, picked up the photo frame and looked at it carefully. After a while, he let out a soft breath and put the photo frame back in place.

The plan submitted was scolded again.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wen Yun tightened his fingers, and his nails were almost embedded in his palm.

This time, Liu Cun didn't save him any face at all. He called all the team leaders of a dozen sections into the small conference room, slapped the table angrily, and scolded him that what he wrote didn't make sense, and was worse than shit.

Li Xiao said angrily, "Boss Liu, calm down, because Teacher Wen stayed up all night, so don't make things difficult for him."

"I embarrass him?" Liu Cun became more angry, and threw the three cases on the table, "You all have a look, what the hell is this writing? Wen Yun, how many times have I emphasized it to you? We The target audience is young people. Our writing and planning must hit their pain points, and we must keep up with the trend! Do you understand or not? Don’t use your writing about the chairman’s visit to write 'this weekend we will eat What's okay? Huh?"

The team leaders picked up the case and laughed after a while, and Wen Yun even heard a few contemptuous "I'm fuck".

He clenched his back molars, knowing that his cheeks were red again.

For these three cases, he really tried his best. Except for the last one, which was really poorly written, he spent twelve minutes of energy on the first two.If you want to compare it with the veterans of the new media department, it is naturally not comparable, but after so many years of being a reporter, he is not incapable of self-assessment at all-the two are definitely not as bad as Liu Cun said, Liu Cun did it on purpose embarrass him.

"I think these two copies are not badly written." Amidst the laughter, a steady male voice made Wen Yun's breath hard.

The person who spoke was Xu Cheng, the team leader of the automobile sector. He looked at Wen Yun, then at Liu Cun, and said with a smile, "Mr. Liu, you are so angry that your neck is red."

Liu Cunlue frowned, and his menacing aura immediately weakened. He drank a few sips of tea and shouted, "Zhao Yu, you are in charge of revising Wenjun's plan, and leave it to me before you get off work!"

Zhao Yu rolled his eyes, not daring to contradict his boss, nor could he offend Xu Cheng, so he said reluctantly, "Understood Mr. Liu."

Liu Cun slammed open the door of the small conference room, and was the first to go out. The other team leaders also left after discussing in a low voice. Soon, only Wen Yun and Xu Cheng were left inside.

Xu Cheng smiled, "Come on, take your time."

Wen Yun nodded gratefully, but didn't say "thank you".

Xu Cheng came here by air, one of the second generation ancestors. It is said that he loves cars like his life, and he doesn't care about the salary at all. He does this job based on his interest and generates electricity for his love.

In the new media department, even Liu Cun dared not offend him.

He helped Wen Yun out of the siege, Wen Yun was naturally grateful, but after returning to his seat, he was even more restless.

Liu Cun speaks freely when he curses, but he is right in a few points. His thinking is indeed outdated. To do a good job in this job, staying in the office is definitely not enough.

On the weekend, Wenyun rummaged through the closet, changed into the most youthful clothes, and went to a hairdresser outside the community for a haircut. He planned to accept Liu Cun's suggestion and go to Shengxi Plaza, the largest commercial center in Zhongcheng. have a look.

Shengxi Square is a bit far from Lian'an Community, Wen Yun didn't take a taxi, but got on the rickety bus.

On weekends, there are street photographers in major commercial centers to take pictures of handsome men and beautiful women. He also wants to take some pictures, and slowly experience the "fashion" of young people. He is afraid that the battery of his mobile phone will not be enough, so he also brought two mobile power banks.

"Sir, where are you taking me?" Ran Su was dressed in sportswear, and when he came out of the school dormitory and got into Xun Musheng's car, he was as happy as a child returning home from school.

"Go to Shengxi Square." Xun Musheng squeezed his chin and kissed him, "I'll buy it for you if you like something."