Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 421
Liang De went to the corridor and cleared his throat, sat down and answered the phone calmly.

"Hey?"

"Dear Mr. Liang De, hello, I am Mo's Heavy Industries, Bracket, the other shore, Bracket Back, Co., Ltd. Snipe Hunter Project..."

"Zhang Gong." Liang De fell to the left, leaning weakly on the pillar of the corridor.

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

"Mr. Zhang, I'm Liang De, Liang De, interim director of the Snipe Hunter project."

"Ah... Liang, Mr. Liang, no, Mr. Liang, I'm Xiao Zhang!"

Even though he silently recited a few words "Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang, don't panic" before going to work every day, Zhang Mozhu was still a little flustered.

The more anxious she was, the more likely she was to make mistakes. Before she called, she repeatedly recited the uniform greetings provided by the marketing line, but she didn't pay much attention to who she was notifying.

I am engaged in technology!Why should I be responsible for these!People who engage in technology don't understand the world, can't they!

And why is Liang Gong the first one!

It was many days after Liang Gong left Black Iron Forge Star that she realized why he had been guarding the chief judge's bed all the time.

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

Day by day, he was a fool, and only knew to report technical matters to Liang Gong, so how could he blow the head judge's pillow wind in the future!

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

Liang De knocked on the pillar with the back of his head, saying:

"Well, Mo Zhu, I won't call you Zhang Gong anymore, just treat me as a distant cousin whom I haven't seen for decades, just be polite, don't be too polite.

What are you calling me for? "

...A distant cousin whom I haven't seen for decades?
It took Zhang Mozhu several seconds to accept this inexplicable setting.

"Cousin, the snipe hunter press conference has been brought forward to Kukai time at ten o'clock tomorrow night, can you come?"

Cousin also took several seconds to accept this dazed cousin.

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

"Why do you mention that it's ten o'clock tomorrow, and the request I left for you is the development conference next Monday at the earliest, right?

At this point, the warm-up on the marketing side has not yet been in place, Mo Zhu, I don’t want to say how much the company has lost, once the sales on the first day come out, your bonus this year will be at least [-]% off.

Who sets the time? "

Facing the question from his former direct superior, Zhang Mozhu subconsciously answered immediately:

"Cousin, this time is the watch... Mmmmm."

She covered her mouth in half.

"Show what?"

Zhang Mozhu put down his right hand and said:
"It was decided by the chief judge. She said that it will be the same a few days earlier and later. She believes in the strength of the snipe hunter."

Liang De closed his eyes and focused his attention. The marketing plan of the snipe hunter project that he participated in formulating came to mind. In the visual interface of Wu Dao Yuanshen, the responsibilities and abilities of each person, the requirements and nodes of each job are clearly displayed.

A few seconds later, Liang De said:
"Then you have to risk your life to work overtime tonight, can you bear it?"

"Hmm... Cousin, you still have leftovers of Xiuxian coffee and wolf set meals. We should work hard. There have been many important events in the past that encountered emergencies. It's nothing." Zhang Mozhu said in a low voice.

"It's nothing... the new press conference time, who else have you notified besides me?"

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

Zhang Mozhu clicked several times on the work tablet, and opened the note information of the notification document.

She quickly read the notes, and then checked the work log of the administrative partner of the project, saying:

"Cousin, the notification order determined by the chief inspector is to notify the external and internal personnel first, starting from the one with the closest relationship. I haven't ticked the task of notifying you yet, so the administrative battle partner has not yet started.

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

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

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

"It's too late, you wait until I arrive."

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

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

Liang De put away his mobile phone, leaned his head back on the corridor pillar, and sat blankly on the historical and cultural corridor of the ancient boxing art of the Eastern Kingdom, staring at the blurred portrait in the opposite picture frame.

Am I the first...

I don't say it, and neither do you.

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

what can i promise you
He knocked the back of his head on the corridor pillars, and his wobbly eyes flicked across the picture frame on the opposite side of the corridor. The people in the splash-ink freehand style painting became more and more blurred, and the broad and unruly brushstrokes came from the sky. It fell in the middle of his consciousness.

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

He squatted on the curtain and patted it a few times in a strange way. Someone in the shop opened the curtain with a wooden stick and said impatiently:
"Hey, buddy, the door doesn't open until nine o'clock, it's 45:15, and there's [-] minutes left, what do you want?"

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

"I'm a coward..."

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

The crew-cut uncle in the white hurdle vest in the store took out a bottle of essential oil from below and handed it to Liang De.

Liang De took it over and took a look, only to see that the label on the glass bottle said "Recover your confidence, soar upwards, and let you regain your glory".

"20 dollars."

Liang De touched his whole body, embarrassedly said:

"Old man, I don't have any money with me."

"If you don't have money, you have no money. You say you are going to violate the decision of your ancestors. What can I do with you?"

The unshaven, crew-cut uncle scratched his greasy arm, and said:
"Take it back and use it, as if I gave it to you."

Liang De picked up the bottle of Indian oil, looked at the bottom of the bottle and said:
"It's skyrocketing...what's it like up there.

I'm much better than before, but I'm still like this bird, what's the use of going up again, will I continue to be like a bird when I go up to someone who is 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 caring about a fool's random thoughts, let's go up first and talk later, if you want to open up. "

"Old man, that's not what I said. There are so many questions, how can I think about it? Do I 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 a dream, how is it different from a salted fish?
And you are just thinking about it, how do you know you didn't make a head if you haven't done it?
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 and thought, and finally said firmly:

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

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

The crew-haired uncle stretched out his hand from behind the window, snatched the cowardly savior Liang De was holding, shook it twice casually, turned it into a cup of Americano coffee, and poured it into his mouth involuntarily.

so bitter!

Liang De woke up suddenly, and saw a crop-headed uncle in a white hurdling vest smiling and waving at him in the picture frame on the opposite side of the corridor.

"Ancestor..."

　R.I.P.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)