Saigon, Entertainment Weekly offices.
Editor-in-chief Lao Xu was like an ant on a hot pot, constantly walking around.
"Boss, what are you doing? If you keep going like this, we will faint!"
Entertainment Weekly is a standard gossip tabloid. From the editor to the security guard, there are only eight people in total.
However, due to poor management and excessive oppression by the boss, the employees became disengaged and half of them left.
Now apart from Lao Xu, there are only two men and one woman left.
At this time, the three people were sitting side by side in front of a desk, holding their chins with their hands in unison, their eyelids drooping, and they all looked listless.
The person who spoke was Sang Biao. This guy had switched jobs from the martial arts gym next door. He had been employed for less than a week, so he had no respect for Lao Xu and would speak out about anything he had to say.
Two days ago, the petty Lao Xu would definitely have glared at him and emphasized his politeness to himself, but now, he had no such intention at all.
"Shut up! What do you know? Our magazine has reached a critical point of life and death. If the sales volume of this issue does not reach 5,000, the major shareholders will withdraw their capital, and then we will all have to drink the northwest wind! "
Lao Xu stared and said, looking very anxious.
The three of them looked at each other, made a cut sound at the same time, and lay down each other, too lazy to pay attention to him anymore.
Jingle bell bell bell…
The phone rang, and Lao Xu picked it up like a vicious dog. Before the person on the other end could speak, he shouted: "How much did you sell? How much did you sell?"
When the other person said a number, Lao Xu's face instantly turned red. As if he had taken a big sip of wine, he hung up the phone in a daze and sat down on the boss's chair.
The three of them looked at each other and asked at the same time: "Editor-in-Chief, how much did you sell?"
"Nine thousand seven hundred copies!"
Lao Xu repeated this number in disbelief, "It almost broke the 10,000-point mark! Guys, we've sent it!"
Lao Xu jumped three feet high and took the lead in cheering. The eyes of the three of them brightened. Sang Biao quickly asked, "We don't have any bonuses?"
"Yes! They all have it!"
"What about the salary? You've been delayed for three months! Will you pay it?"
"Send it! Send it tomorrow!"
Hearing these words, the three people cheered. They laughed happily, and the office suddenly became full of ghosts and howls.
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open slowly, and a figure stood calmly at the door.
Bang!
The door hit the wall with a muffled sound, all four people turned their heads, and the howling stopped abruptly.
Gao Ning's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, but with a smile on his face, he said in a calm voice: "Excuse me, who is Lao Xu?"
The three of them turned their heads together, looking like Lao Xu.
Lao Xu looked at Gao Ning and stood up quickly with a smile on his face: "I am Lao Xu, the editor-in-chief of Entertainment Weekly. Is this gentleman here to publish an advertisement? We can talk in detail. I can guarantee the effect. , after all, as a popular magazine with a circulation of more than 10,000 copies, it is still very powerful in advertising!"
"You misunderstood!" Gao Ning shook his head: "I'm not here to advertise, I'm here to cause trouble!"
Gao Ning raised the magazine in his hand, unfolded the cover, showed them the title, then twisted his wrist and threw the magazine away.
Sang Biao's eyes were quick, he grabbed it, unfolded it and saw on the cover, "The elite man's failed courtship, the man who was mad and killed his brother." "The widow shed tears and begged the police to severely punish the murderer."
He looked at his companions with some doubts and asked, "Isn't this the same report that was published yesterday?"
The other two people were also a little confused, but Lao Xu's heart skipped a beat, and he somewhat guessed where the trouble was coming from.
Lao Xu's face turned cold: "What do you want to do?"
"It's nothing, I just feel a little angry and want to kill two people to vent my anger!"
Gao Ning smiled and stretched out his right hand. There was nothing in his palm, but between his palms, there was a small dagger in his hand.
The three people immediately shrank into the corner, staring at Gao Ning with some surprise and horror. They grabbed something and held it to their chests, making a defensive posture, fearing that Gao Ning would get rid of them first if he couldn't think about it.
Lao Xu reacted faster. As soon as Gao Ning finished speaking, he had already shrunk behind the chair and said: "Don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive. If you have any dissatisfaction, we can discuss it. We are all smart people, why bother?" Where are those who use knives and guns?”
Gao Ning was unmoved, with an expression that was half a smile but not a smile. The tip of the dagger pointed in the direction of Lao Xu, as if he was taking aim, ready to take action at any time.
"I'm a stupid person. It takes too much effort to persuade and negotiate. I might as well kill you directly and save one more person from talking nonsense!"
As he was about to take action, Lao Xu shuddered and said loudly: "Who are you?"
Gao Ning paused his hand and smiled deliberately: "Don't pretend to be stupid, you don't know me? If you don't know me, where did that report come from?
Anyway, after you gossip magazines write about me, there is no need to ask for my name. But before I die, I have to kill all of you gossips. Even if I can’t kill them all, I will kill one of them to make a river of blood flow for you. memory! "
"No! No!"
As soon as Gao Ning finished speaking, Lao Xu knelt on the ground with a plop and wailed: "Brother, just let me go. We are also paid to do things. We have no personal grudges with you! Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. If you have any grudges, just go to them directly!"
"Do you know who I am now?" Gao Ning asked.
Lao Xu nodded sadly.
Sangbiao was startled when he heard this, and then quietly quarreled with the female colleague next to him, and asked in a low voice: "Who is he?"
The female colleague lowered her voice: "You are stupid! Why was the editor-in-chief happy yesterday? Wasn't it just because he took on a big job?"
Another man with baby hair and a somewhat silly look came over and whispered: "That's the one with the surname Gao!"
"It's the one who attempted murder..."
Before he finished speaking, Sang Biao felt a chill on the top of his head. Then he heard a bang, and a dagger was inserted into his head and fixed on the blackboard next to him.
He was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously reached out and touched his head. Sure enough, there was a bald spot.
The two colleagues next to him took a deep breath and moved fifty centimeters away in unison. Sangbiao looked at Gao Ning, who also stared at him. He reached into his arms with his empty palm and slowly took out a black handful. Krog pistol.
"Who...you just said attempted murder?"
Sangbiao broke into a cold sweat.
Lao Xu's eyes shrank and he secretly complained in his heart, what's the matter? He thought he had taken on a big business that could change the situation of life and death, but he didn't expect that he had provoked a desperado.
He saw Gao Ning slowly raising the muzzle of the gun, and his heart beat faster and faster. Suddenly he gritted his teeth, and the courage came out of nowhere, and he shouted loudly: "Don't shoot! Don't shoot." Gun! We can clear your name!"
