"Ahhh

With a loud scream, Song Xiaocheng woke up from the bed. It was already dawn.

It's a dream...... Is it?

Song Xiaocheng gasped for breath, sweat oozing from his back and forehead, and the strange silent laughter on Ganesha's face at the last moment was still engraved in his mind.

Thinking of Ganesha, Song Xiaocheng suddenly turned around and looked at his bedside table.

Little Ganesa sat there well, not melting. But there was a maniacal smile on his face that was exactly the same as the one in his dream when he finally disappeared—his eyes were rounded, and his mouth was exaggerated in delight, revealing the tip of his tongue slightly......

"Uhh

Song Xiaocheng's right palm suddenly felt a sharp burning pain, but it disappeared in an instant, which made him involuntarily open his right hand. As a result, I saw that there seemed to be something in my palm......

It's a small red mark, about the size of a mung bean.

At the beginning, Song Xiaocheng thought that he had clenched his fists too tightly in the nightmare, and his nails had made marks in the palms of his hands. But it was immediately apparent that the small red mark did not resemble a crescent moon cut out of a fingernail, but a regular, unsealed triangle, as if it had been drawn with a bright red ballpoint pen.

After calming down for a few minutes, Song Xiaocheng sat up, took out a short-sleeved sleeve from the closet, and walked out of the bedroom. Xiao Yu has been up for an unknown amount of time, and is watching TV on the coffee table in the living room while eating breakfast.

“...... Let's hear what the experts have to say about it. ”

"Centipedes, horses, and the common grasshoppers in our family, although they look alike ......"

The voice of the stereotypical old man from yesterday morning was still talking about the presence of centipedes and Ma Lu on TV. News replay?

Song Xiaocheng is still the same as yesterday, and he is not in the mood to pay too much attention to these boring things. He was still remembering the dream he had just had, the man who called himself Ganesha, the gift in his mouth, and the handshake, the sharp pain that he had in the handshake, and the burning sensation in his palm at that time. While rubbing the mark on his palm vigorously under the faucet, Song Xiaocheng savored everything he could recall little by little.

But that little triangle is like a tattoo carved into the flesh, not to mention washed off, not even a trace of fading.

"Is this the gift, what's the use of this thing?" Song Xiaocheng still couldn't shake off everything in his dream......

Even if it was a dream or not, Song Xiaocheng couldn't tell.

"Aren't you going to work yet?" Xiao Yu shouted from the living room.

"Oh...... Uh, it's still early!" Song Xiaocheng dealt with it perfunctorily. Do you have to go to work at this time?

"It's past eight o'clock! You're going to be late! Aren't you going to a meeting today? It's Thursday. ”

"It's Friday, isn't it? That meeting was held yesterday.

That's right. If today is Thursday, then Song Xiaocheng is indeed going to attend a meeting and submit an important project plan. For this reason, Song Xiaocheng didn't even have a day off last week, working overtime alone in the company, although he was very annoyed by this - why he always had to pay the price for the retarded and incompetent of others in the team, while those who were really mentally retarded and incompetent lived easily - but he was still driven by a strong sense of responsibility and mission.

But this meeting was held yesterday. At the meeting, the self-righteous little leaders of the cooperative company also pointed fingers at Song Xiaocheng's hard-working plan and put forward a bunch of mentally retarded opinions. That's right, it's the kind of mentally retarded opinion that "hurry up and change it after the meeting, and send it in the morning and we'll take a look".

Originally, this matter was planned to be carried out last night, but apparently Song Xiaocheng last night was not in the mood to modify any more Raushzi's plan. He lowered his head and rubbed the small triangle in his palm, and scratched his fingernails twice, but it never worked, so he hurriedly dried his hands, put on his clothes and went out.

The subway is still as crowded as ever. However, today's Song Xiaocheng learned the lesson of yesterday and deliberately found a place away from the aunts in the crowded carriage, so as not to be interrupted by boring chatter. Along the way, Song Xiaocheng was thinking about two things: the small red triangle in the palm of his right hand, and his poor project plan. Thanks to today's rather prescient position, Song Xiaocheng didn't hear a little chatter from the aunts until he got off the train.

"Ouch and corpses...... Ahh

"That's it, people now!"

Although he only overheard, Song Xiaocheng still couldn't help but sigh, he had heard the same topic in the carriage for two consecutive days, is there a bit too much necrophilia now? Standing in the subway escalator that went up and out of the station, a thought suddenly flashed in Song Xiaocheng's mind......

But...... No way?

Half an hour later, Song Xiaocheng was still two minutes late for clocking in. Sitting at the corner workstation in the office, he turned his head to look at the barely beautiful female colleague at the same table, and the thought that had just arisen in the subway station came to his mind again, but he threw his head out of his head again. Now is not the time to think about that kind of thing!

While thinking, Song Xiaocheng plugged in the USB flash drive on his keychain and opened the folder that was almost tired of reading.

"Hasn't the plan been changed yet?" asked the female colleague at the same table, holding it up earlier.

Qiu Shuang, Song Xiaocheng's table in the company's office, a married woman of the same age as Song Xiaocheng and two years older than Xiaoyu. is not an annoying girl, in fact, as long as she doesn't discuss work, Song Xiaocheng even gets along with her very well.

However, once it comes to work cooperation-especially when Qiu Shuang made a stupid ** herself, messed up the part that she should have been responsible for, and asked Song Xiaocheng to take responsibility, as a result, the work content that should have been cooperated by the two of them and had plenty of time was like magic, and it became Song Xiaocheng to complete it alone in a tight time, and this woman could still hold the pancake fruit with a calm face, and gathered next to Song Xiaocheng, who had not eaten water and rice since she got up, and asked such a sentence without saltiness- Song Xiaocheng really felt that he didn't even want to look at her more.

"Nope. Song Xiaocheng sighed, trying not to sound as angry as he actually was.

Qiu Shuang stared at Song Xiaocheng, flashed his eyes a few times, and said, "If you have anything to help......

"No!" Song Xiaocheng turned his head and threw a really unfriendly look at Qiu Shuang.

"It's about to be a meeting, you have to hurry up!" Qiu Shuang held the pancake fruit and urged anxiously.

"Oh? yes. I'm really sorry, I'm delaying the progress of the work!" Song Xiaocheng said sarcastically. Who gave this woman the courage to be able to urge herself so naturally at this time?

Wait a minute......

"There will be a meeting in a while?" Song Xiaocheng turned his face, full of doubts.

As a result, I saw Qiu Shuang's mouth pursed, and there were stars brewing in his eyes......

Just when Song Xiaocheng stared at Qiu Shuang and recalled the thought just now, another person's voice came from the door.

"Is the plan ready? The proposal meeting for that project is about to start! Xiaocheng! Don't just stare at Qiu Shuang!"

Song Xiaocheng turned his head and looked at the door of the office. It's your own department manager.

The meeting is about to begin...... Song Xiaocheng was almost stunned in his seat.

"What day of the week is today?" Song Xiaocheng asked, looked at the manager standing at the door, and then looked at the tearful Qiu Shuang, and quickly turned his gaze back to his computer screen, checking his project plan.

That's right, the plan is already in the last state of its own completion, and some places have even noted the amendments proposed at yesterday's meeting.

"Thursday! The meeting will start at ten o'clock! You don't think it's still Wednesday, do you?

No. My time is a day faster than yours!" Song Xiaocheng thought to himself.

It seems that my own idea is true.

From that melted little Ganisha, to Xiao Yu's breakfast, the news about centipedes on TV...... and the small talk of the two aunts on the subway...... It has been completed, but it has to go through the project proposal submission meeting on one side......

The yesterday that Song Xiaocheng thought was real, was it a dream from beginning to end?

But the dream was so real that even the next day, he had to relive it from beginning to end.

It's like reading a file......

Song Xiaocheng looked down at the red triangle in his palm. But everything about himself is still moving forward......

Ten minutes later, Song Xiaocheng sat in the company's conference room. The shutters on the glass walls were tightly drawn, making it appear that the light in the conference room was very dim, except for the projector on the conference table in the middle of the room, which emitted a beam of light that illuminated the white curtain in front of it.

The curtain projects the results of Song Xiaocheng's work for nearly a week. After revisiting page by page, Song Xiaocheng couldn't help but feel very strange.

Talking about plans and selling ideas is a technical job. Thanks to his sharp teeth, whenever this kind of project is reported, Song Xiaocheng must be the main person, and he enjoys it. However, the feeling of two identical proposals, which were explained twice in a row for two consecutive days, and even the opinions of the audience were known in advance, was unprecedented.

In this way, I can integrate the opinions of those mentally retarded people yesterday into this report, and maybe I can save a lot of trouble. It feels like you're fighting a boss that has already been fought once. You already know the timeline of his skills, so you have a good idea of winning a battle. Thinking of this, Song Xiaocheng was even a little impatient.

After the meeting began, as each participant arrived, they introduced their own personnel, and then the two sides exchanged pleasantries...... After about a dozen people in the conference room sat down one after another, Song Xiaocheng was completely sure, that's right, everything on this day had already been carried out "yesterday". He looked at the opposite side of him, it was the "Mr. Liu" opposite, who yesterday put forward a lot of mentally retarded opinions on his plan.

The corners of Song Xiaocheng's mouth couldn't help but show a smile, and the troubles of the past two days were swept away.

After the meeting officially began, Song Xiaocheng's plan was like flowing water, with passion and tongue, and none of the listeners at the table were distracted throughout the whole process, and everyone was engrossed until the end, which ended perfectly. Even Song Xiaocheng himself felt that his performance was really extraordinary - if he was the leader of the company, he would have given himself a salary increase a long time ago!

"Mr. Song is really eloquent!" said Mr. Liu, who was sitting opposite Song Xiaocheng. Although he knew that it was a business tout, Song Xiaocheng couldn't help but feel proud again, and nodded at Mr. Liu with a smile.

"The plan is really good, and it also talks about many key issues, such as product recommendations, customer segmentation, development cadence, and payment collection plan...... All are very useful information for our company. Mr. Liu continued.

Song Xiaocheng's heart suddenly sank: This is an obvious routine sprinkling of sugar, and the next thing is to "but", and then start shooting bricks.

"However, there are some issues that I am personally puzzled about, such as the ...... mentioned in the third part."

Sure enough, no matter how wonderful the presentation at the meeting is, and how perfectly the plan itself is written, greedy humans will never know how to be satisfied. Maybe it was the other party's selective and deliberate dissatisfaction? Song Xiaocheng felt more and more unhappy in his heart. Even though he had almost perfectly integrated the opinions that he knew the other party was going to put into this meeting, the other party still had to continue to put forward more opinions on the mentally retarded. There are even statements that are completely contrary to yesterday's opinion!

The same people, on the same day, facing the same problem, will actually have two completely different positions and views.

If Song Xiaocheng loves and hates his work, then all this in front of him today must be the reason for his "hate". It is clear that what I am doing is a rigorous professional job, but the ultimate measure of work will always depend on someone's "mood", rather than a clear "standard" or "professional".

Song Xiaocheng couldn't even listen to what the other party was saying, his eyes stayed on Mr. Liu's royal blue satin tie, and he felt a smoldering fire brewing in his chest.

“...... Therefore, on this issue, we still hope that your company can consider it more carefully and give a more executable plan. ”

"Our plan was originally a project plan formulated on the premise of maximum executability!" Song Xiaocheng blurted out a retort. I didn't even realize that my eyebrows were slightly distorted.

"Oh, you probably didn't understand what I meant. Mr. Liu, who was on the other side, smiled lightly, "I mean, from your professional point of view, to make it more 'enforceable'." ”

"Of course, this plan is from a professional point of view......"

"Then I don't think it's professional enough. Mr. Liu retorted to Song Xiaocheng.

"Since Mr. Liu is so professional, why do you want to ask our company to do it?" Song Xiaocheng suddenly felt angry, and suddenly stood up.

As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the conference room instantly froze. Song Xiaocheng glanced at everyone else, everyone in his own company had a surprised expression on their faces, and everyone in the other company had a slightly gloomy look on their faces.

Three minutes later, Song Xiaocheng walked out of the crowded elevator with the crowd on his lunch break. Facing the scorching midday sun, the hot summer made his heart more and more anxious. It seems that at least this afternoon will not be as boring as yesterday afternoon.