At eight o'clock in the morning, the pantry on the twelfth floor of the Shancheng Newspaper Building.

He Wan'er leaned against the door with his arms folded, staring at the amber liquid dripping from the coffee machine's nozzle and gradually filling the entire cup.

I took a sip of it, and I didn't add milk or sugar to Esp

esso, perfect for her current state.

She hadn't closed her eyes since that inexplicable dream before—just four hours of sleep, no coffee, and she couldn't cope with the weekly swords.

The regular meeting is usually scheduled for Monday morning, but this time it was rescheduled for Wednesday due to the National Day holiday.

The coffee was too bitter, He Wan'er frowned, forced himself to drink most of the cup, held back the burning sensation in his stomach, raised his head and rubbed his temples again, and smiled bitterly.

It's about to be the age of the first three words, and the body is far less than the state when he was twenty years old, but if he sleeps less than eight hours a day, the consequence is this abrasive migraine.

"Sister He is early!" the voice at the door was crisp and loud, "It's only a little past eight o'clock, so you're so early." ”

He Wan'er was greeted by a newly hired editor, Peng Xiaoxiao. She is a fresh graduate who just graduated in July, and she is as small as her name, and her young face is full of reckless fighting spirit and vitality.

He Wan'er shook the half cup of coffee in his hand and said, "It's not early, today's regular meeting, someone will come to prepare before eight o'clock." ”

She paused, tilted her head and smiled at Peng Xiaoxiao: "The editor-in-chief doesn't like people to be late, you have a good habit of arriving early, I hope to maintain this enthusiasm for work." ”

Peng Xiaoxiao's face was slightly apprehensive and excited: "Thank you, Sister He." ”

In the morning, in the largest conference room of the Shancheng Newspaper, the heads and deputy heads of dozens of columns sat around a rectangular table, surrounded by a circle of junior editors and reporters. On the innermost main position, is the editor-in-chief Yu Wei'an.

Yu Wei'an is not a person with rich facial expressions, and at this time, looking at the PPT projected on the wall, he can't distinguish between joy and anger.

The only person standing in the conference room was Nie Yun, He Guan'er's former boss and now in charge of special planning columns.

Nie Yun once used the name Nie Yun, which has a simple and beautiful pronunciation, but because the rare word "琀" actually refers to the pearl and jade placed in the mouth of the deceased in ancient times, Nie Yun is very uncomfortable.

It is said that before the college entrance examination, she took the household registration book by herself, ran to the police station and the Education Bureau, and finally changed her current name.

After changing her name, her fortune soared, her studies were smooth, her career was fast, and she won the position of the middle-level leader of the newspaper after three years of employment, which made a group of friends envious.

This "supposedly" is actually what Nie Yun said by herself once when she was drunk, and she and He Guaner also had a period of time when they had nothing to say, but unfortunately, since He Guaner took the financial sector from her, they have gradually drifted apart.

Nie Yun's voice was as crisp as ever: "In response to the fifth anniversary of the direct administration of Gyeongju, we have decided to make a special edition of the character chronicle in this special plan, and report on outstanding people from all walks of life who have made outstanding contributions to the construction of Gyeongju. For the people of this issue, the interviewee should first have a topical topic, second, it should not be far away, third, it is best to be a young talent, and fourth, the experience of the characters should be a story that can appeal to the appetite of young people. ”

She said while presenting the plan in front of everyone: "There is such a person, who was a member of the national team of the Olympiad when he was a teenager, and almost certainly guaranteed to go to a top university, and his life and career will be smooth sailing as expected, but then he disappeared for a time and did not go to college, and when he reappeared a few years later, he devoted himself to the securities industry that deals with numbers and information every day, and accumulated a huge fortune in just a few years."

Later, he chose another industry that had nothing to do with the capital game he was good at, invested a huge amount of money, and turned a dull enterprise into a profit.

Yu Wei'an finally had a little interest in his eyes, and tapped the desktop with a pen: "Who is your target person?"

Nie Yun smiled proudly, her eyes flashed slightly, and she spit out a sentence in her mouth: "Chairman of Tongcheng Road and Bridge, Mo Chunshan." ”

After she finished speaking, she pressed the remote control pen, and the next frame of the image jumped into everyone's sight.

Although it was only a vague side face, He Wan'er recognized it at a glance, it was Mo Chunshan who he had seen yesterday.

She was stunned for a moment, and suddenly her temples ached like pins and needles, and a sharp whistling sound rose in her ears, and her eyes went black.

Immediately after, that inexplicable dream came to mind.

There are many illogical places in the dream, for example, how can she see the face of a person on the surface of the water when she is obviously in the water, and how can she hear someone calling her?

You can still hear the grass screaming? It's impossible!

However, He Wan'er also knows that the so-called dream is the work of the cerebral cortex, of course, there is no logic at all, the biggest possibility is to think about it day and night, because he was startled by Mo Chunshan during the day, so there will be that weird dream at night.

However, she has experienced more thrilling things than this one over the years, why did Du Du find her after meeting Mo Chunshan?

She repeatedly told herself that this was a coincidence, but the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't convince herself, and the more she couldn't ignore the name Mo Chunshan - especially after Mo Chunshan and Zhuo Anran got involved.

He Wan'er rubbed his aching temples, and the whistling sound in his ears gradually subsided.

She heard Nie Yun's voice again.

"Mo Chunshan was a smash hit venture genius a few years ago, and suddenly turned to the traditional field of construction engineering, which runs counter to the trend of new economic development. Why he made such a choice, I think the average reader must be very interested in the same way as I feel. If he can be invited to talk about this issue, it should be very interesting. ”

He Wan'er also recalled that when she followed Nie Yun to the financial port, she learned from Nie Yun that there was such a number one person as Mo.

At that time, Nie Yun seemed to have a special appreciation for MO, and often talked about Mo's glorious achievements, and she was a real fan girl.

Now it seems that she doesn't know where she learned that Mo Chunshan is Mo, so she is willing to spend energy to make such a comprehensive plan.

Yu Wei'an was obviously very interested, he stroked his chin and asked, "It's a little interesting, but does Mo Chunshan himself agree to accept your interview?"

There was an imperceptible trace of loss in Nie Yun's eyes, and he immediately lifted his spirits: "It's not a big problem, it's basically negotiated with his assistant." I think it's more than eighty percent hopeful. ”

"But if we agree today, you will be planning this issue in half a month, is it too late?"

"Of course," Nie Yun nodded firmly, paused, and said, "I learned by chance that Mo Chunshan's appearance is also outstanding, and if it is properly packaged and promoted, this issue of the character chronicle may have a sensational effect." ”

Yu Wei'an's eyes lit up: "You mean, refer to the routine of pushing Internet celebrities?"

"Why can't it?" Nie Yun raised her eyebrows, "Internet celebrities can attract a lot of fans by relying on the lowest means of beauty and sexual innuendo, and businessmen with good looks and IQ and rich net worth make money with their abilities, isn't it more worthy of praise? At least it's more topical than the rich second-generation national husband." Therefore, the focus of this issue of Portrait will be on new media push to cater to the reading habits of young people. ”

Yu Wei soothed his chin and thought thoughtfully: "It's not impossible, now that new media is popular, traditional paper media can only wait for death if it doesn't work." ”

"However, I plan to do an in-depth report, so the length will be a little long," Nie Yun said while glancing at He Wan'er, "I think that if the current issue is longer than planned, because Mo Chunshan is deeply related to finance and finance, I think the current financial column can be appropriately reduced." ”

Yu Wei'an was silent for a few seconds, looked sideways in the direction of He Wan'er, and asked, "Xiao He, what is your opinion?"

He Wan'er raised his head, pulled the corners of his mouth and responded: "I have no opinion, obey the arrangement." ”

Nie Yun raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, and insinuated: "Didn't eat fish today?"

In other words, why don't you pick a thorn?

He Wan'er had no intention of expanding the war, looked at Nie Yun sideways, and said seriously: "Eat, it's just a treasure fish, only the bones have no thorns." ”

Yu Wei'an raised his eyebrows, and there seemed to be an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

With Yu Wei'an's approval, Nie Yun's plan was naturally passed, and the link that worried He Guaner the most about the click-through rate at the weekly regular meeting was passed lightly.

The section she is responsible for has always been the boutique column of "Shancheng Weekly", but the impact on traditional media has been too great, and the financial column has inevitably been affected.

Fewer and fewer people buy paper newspapers, fewer and fewer people can calm down and read a financial report, plus the online version of the newspaper can count the click-through rate, which columns are popular and which are not welcomed, a table is clear at a glance.

The data in this issue is good, especially the report on the impact of the international situation on investment strategies has a good click rate and enters the top three, which makes He Guaner breathe a sigh of relief - the two months of running around have not been in vain, and there are still people who know the goods.

But she was always a little uneasy.

Throughout the day, she couldn't concentrate on her work, and inexplicable thoughts always popped into her head.

During the lunch break, she wanted to take a nap, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she seemed to be able to see the pale green ripples and blood-red eyes in the strange dream, and the two words that made her care very much began to echo in her ears.

What does grass mean?

In the afternoon, she was sleepy and anxious, and she had to drink coffee constantly in order to complete her work, and even her usually smug assistant Xiao Lei noticed that something was wrong, and quietly asked her if she was unhappy because she was stabbed by Nie Yun in the morning.

Everyone knows that the financial sector is in charge of He Guaner, Nie Yun used the character to play a marginal ball, in a vain attempt to squeeze the page of He Guaner's column, although it is only one issue, but it is the same as the underworld horse boy grabbing turf, you take a step back, others will go further, and in the end, there is no way to retreat, disarm and surrender.

He Wan'er didn't have the heart to explain to Xiao Lei where her current abnormal state came from, and she had no intention of sitting still - Mo Chunshan was now involved in a criminal offense, and Tongcheng Road and Bridge might suddenly become stormy. She was not so optimistic about Nie Yun's plan, and of course she would not risk leaking police secrets to remind her.

Let's not mention that this case may be related to what she has been pursuing all these years, let's just say that even if she tells the truth, Nie Yun will not appreciate it.