"Cheers!"

Three glasses full of beer cumble together.

Wu Mian craned his neck and drank the beer bones. The two lads sitting on his right and left also drank up. Both of them are Wu Mian's peers, and they are also his most ironclad friends.

The fat man on the left is named Pang Xun, a reporter for the official online media "Zhuzhou Online". The one on the right is a very nimble little man named Qi Haiguang, who is an entertainment reporter, commonly known as the paparazzi, who works for the high-selling entertainment weekly "Popcorn".

It's eleven o'clock in the evening. Three good friends sit at an open-air food stall on the street in the downtown area to eat and drink.

"Ah Mian, your vigorous resignation has accomplished the feat that every one of us workers wants to do very, very much, but does not have the courage to do! Okay, I solemnly toast you!" Qi Haiguang poured beer for the three of them again, picked up the wine glass and said in an exaggerated tone.

"Don't sarcastic me. After Wu Mian had another drink with him, he wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth and smiled bitterly, "Fifty thousand yuan was thrown out like this! Fifty thousand yuan...... I feel sorry to think about it!"

"Regret it, right? You're just a good man!" Pang Xun stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a large piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Money is still a trivial matter, in order to gamble, throw away such a good job, is it worth it?"

"What a fart! Is it very promising to eat in the official media?" Wu Mian had a contemptuous expression on his face, casually tore open a pack of cigarettes he had just bought, and took out one and put it in his mouth.

Qi Haiguang took out the lighter, lit the fire for him with a "snap", and then smoked it himself.

"I poked such a big basket this time, and the impression on it was extremely bad, even if I was cheeky and relied on, I would not have a future. Wu Mian spat out a puff of smoke, "Instead of hanging there half-dead as a little daughter-in-law, it's better to just shoot it in two." Lose your mother, Lao Tzu has been a grandson for a few years, and today is a grandfather!"

"This should have been the case a long time ago!" Qi Haiguang applauded and said, "In terms of brains and skills, you are all outstanding, and it is too condescending to be a grandson in the system of the official media! You should do some earth-shattering career, and we can follow you in the future." ”

"Okay, let's do a great job! I swear, from now on I will never be a grandson again, I will be a master for the rest of my life!" Wu Mian said proudly. A passion that had been dormant for a long time unconsciously sprouted in him again.

Qi Haiguang danced with his hands, looking more excited than Wu Mian: "Support you!mmmm, I can feel that your little universe is about to explode!Ha, if a few of us can really do a big career in the future and become celebrities in this industry, maybe we will have the opportunity to pursue Ding Zini!"

"Get out! If you want to chase it, I'll chase it, and at most I'll ask for an autograph. Wu Mian scolded with a smile.

Men talk together, and the topic is inseparable from women. After two glasses of wine, it is inevitable to talk about lewd beauties.

The Ding Zini they are talking about is the chief news anchor of Zhuzhou Satellite TV, and every year when her peers unofficially select the "Flower of News" list, she ranks among the top three;

For Wu Mian and the three of them, although Ding Zini is a peer, she is an unattainable goddess-level peer. Like the general public, they can basically only watch her beautiful pictures through TV.

Qi Haiguang raised his glass and said, "Okay, I'll replace the wine with tea, and I wish you to realize your great ideals and catch up with Ding Zini...... Hey, dead fat man, don't patronize and eat, say something encouraging, and cheer up Ah Mian, okay?"

Pang Xun, who was gobbling up, was pushed by Qi Haiguang before he reluctantly raised his head and said, "Support support, I will support whatever Ah Mian wants." However, I said, Ah Mian, since you have decided to resign, why do you have to give the 50,000 yuan? You can just walk away, they will definitely not go to the court to sue you and ask you for damages. ”

"Because I still want to stay in the journalism industry! If I just leave, those colleagues who have suffered losses will not have to complain to me." As soon as they add fuel and vinegar to publicity, I won't want to mix in this industry in the future. ”

Pang Xun nodded again and again, agreeing with Wu Mian's statement, and then his attention returned to the table, destroying the dishes in front of him one after another at an astonishing speed.

The three of them ate and drank while talking and laughing, and all their troubles were temporarily left behind. The meal lasted for more than two hours, and it was not until one o'clock in the morning that the fun was dispersed, and Pang Xun sent Wu Mian home on a motorcycle.

That night, Wu Mian fell asleep for a full ten hours, and did not wake up until noon the next day. After lunch, he went to the street to buy a new mobile phone, then went home, opened his laptop, and carefully tapped a resume to prepare for a job.

At present, there are more than 20 news organizations in Zhuzhou City, large and small, and Wu Mian's first consideration is, of course, the paper media that he is most familiar with. In addition to the "Zhuzhou Daily," several major newspapers at the central level, provincial newspapers in Dongjiang Province, several financial newspapers in other provinces, and Zuo Bao in Hong Kong all have reporter stations in Zhuzhou City.

Wu Mian checked his address book, he basically met the directors of the above-mentioned media on different occasions, three or four of them were quite familiar, and the rest had at least one side.

In the next half hour or so, he made more than 10 phone calls, some of which were directly to the supervisor Mao Sui to recommend himself, and some to his fellow reporters, asking the other party to help him make an appointment with the supervisor to meet, but the result was disappointment again and again.

As soon as they heard that he wanted to apply for a job, the supervisors who were extremely enthusiastic about him and who were full of "Xiao Wu before and Xiao Wu Hou" immediately became extremely embarrassed and refused for all kinds of reasons; let alone arrange interviews, they were not even interested in accepting their resumes and taking a look.

Wu Mian was extremely depressed, lit a cigarette, and took a few puffs.

Obviously, the reason why the supervisors are so respectful of themselves is absolutely because the bureaucratic director is secretly obstructing! This old bastard seems to have a stronger destructive ability than he estimated.

Of course, his own fiery resignation is also another important reason. A female colleague bluntly told Wu Mian that it is not uncommon for reporters to be fired by their bosses or fired by their bosses because they made mistakes, but it is the first time in the industry that he has made such a big disaster, and he can still go away in a rage with confidence, and he will humiliate his boss before leaving, which is the first time in the industry. According to her, "You have a big temper and are irresponsible, who would dare to use you?"

Wu Mian could only smile bitterly when he heard it, but he didn't bother to explain so much. It's a big deal not to mix up the paper media, anyway, there are so many online media and TV stations, there will always be news organizations that need to hire more people.

He thought about it for a moment, snuffed out his cigarette butts, sent his resumes one by one to the official mailboxes of almost all the media, asked for an interview, and then patiently waited for a response.

This is seven full days.

Wu Mian really experienced what it means to "look forward to wearing", checking his mailbox almost every half hour after waking up every day, but he did not hear back from any media except for a large number of spam emails and promotional calls. In the end, he finally couldn't help but take the initiative and called various media one by one to inquire about the progress.

The reply was much the same, saying "The material has been received, please be patient, and you will be notified when there is news." The formulaic tone often made Wu Mian suspect that he had made the wrong call, not to the media but to the petition office.

Qi Haiguang and Pang Xun were very concerned about him and asked about the progress almost every day. Wu Mian didn't want his friends to worry, and every time he vaguely said that he wanted to "pick a few more and then decide", which was a perfunctory thing for the time being.

Although he had nothing to do, Wu Mian still insisted on spending about two hours a day following the news. The rest of the time, fortunately, he was accompanied by a mad professor, so that he didn't get too bored.

This crazy guy is still obsessed with the study of "crossing", and he paid for a new LCD TV to hang on the wall of the living room, claiming that he will soon let Wu Mian see the "amazing scene" with his own eyes.

Wu Mian sometimes had a heart-to-heart conversation with the crazy professor to persuade the other party to give up this unrealistic delusion, so he also deliberately found a lot of information on the Internet about the theory of relativity to make up for the lesson.

According to scientists, even if the "wormhole" can really be opened, it will not be possible to "cross", because there is an extremely huge gravitational force in the "wormhole", and no time machine can withstand such a large gravitational pull, let alone a person, and the only end is to be broken down into a large string of elementary particles.

When Wu Mian said these words to the mad professor, the latter smiled mysteriously and said that at this stage, it is true that humans or machines cannot "cross" unharmed, but it is still possible for light, electromagnetic and radio waves to resist the interference of gravity and pass through the "wormhole" smoothly, so as to achieve some magical effects.

Wu Mian was completely defeated, and he finally understood that a normal person trying to reason with a madman would only make him look like a fool. And as a young man with strong blood, what he is most interested in is definitely not the "wormhole", but the immortal cave with "infinite scenery at the dangerous peak", and there is no need to waste time for the cave that is destined to be inaccessible.

After waiting in depression and boredom, it was only in the afternoon of the eighth day that Wu Mian finally received a phone call that surprised him. It was a call from an unfamiliar mobile phone number.

"Hey, who's that?"

"Is this Mr. Wu?" The voice on the phone was gentle and beautiful, and the pronunciation of every word was very standard, without the dialect accent unique to Dongjiang Province.

Wu Mian immediately had a beautiful figure with an excellent temperament in his mind, and blurted out in surprise: "It's you! Ha, you...... You...... Looking for me?"

He suddenly remembered the half of the crystal bead, and his surprise suddenly turned into a secret scream, but he could only bite the bullet and say, "Do you want me to pay for it...... ...... payout"

"No, no, I misunderstood you that day, and I should apologize to you. The sound of soft laughter came, which made Wu Mian's face a little hot, and he, who had always been able to speak well, was speechless for a while.

Half an hour later, in a café not far from home, Wu Mian sat in a quiet seat by the window, waiting for the visitor with anticipation and excitement.

He really didn't expect that the temperamental young woman he helped with "Hero Save Beauty" ten days ago would actually call dramatically. That night, she reprimanded Wu Mian for secretly taking pictures, and suspected that he was colluding with the two troublemaking men, and didn't even give Wu Mian a chance to explain, just like a frightened white rabbit who drove away, she didn't expect that today she suddenly took the initiative to contact him, and she was quite friendly.

Why did her attitude take a 180-degree turn? She didn't explain it on the phone, only said that she would talk in detail after meeting.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and soothing foreign music is playing in the café. Although there are many guests, they are basically quiet, and the whole atmosphere is very "petty bourgeoisie".

At ten o'clock at four, Wu Mian's eyes lit up, and the person who was waiting finally arrived!