"It's a driver codenamed 'Long Knife', and he's very skilled, and I once lost to him."

Speaking of which, Li Chengqiang, who is a "communication expert", naturally immediately discovered Zhao Nuo's attitude and asked, "What's wrong?" Do you know him? ”

"I don't know, can you introduce me to me? I'd like to ask about the specifics, because I'm curious. ”

Zhao Nuo forcibly suppressed the anger burning in his chest, and after finishing in a voice that sounded very weak, he yawned again: "I just got up in the morning, and I don't have the strength." ”

Deceived by his realistic performance, Li Chengqiang finally let go of his suspicions, and after thinking about it, he said:

"The group of people with long knives, it seems that every Saturday night there will be a competition at the post office in Beicheng District, you can go and see it then."

"Well, I'll go, I've been hoping to meet real racers, I'm looking forward to it." Zhao Nuo said perfunctorily, and then shifted the topic to Li Chengqiang's factory.

But at this time, in his heart, a complete "battle plan" had been formulated.

The guy codenamed Long Knife, even if he has been defeated by himself, still can't control that mouth.

――In that case, I will let the "long knife" know that there are some things that cannot be said casually. The price to be paid for spreading rumours can sometimes be very heavy.

After chatting casually, BMW X5 had already driven to the square below the Wenluo Building, Zhao Nuo thanked his old classmates, and after exchanging mobile phone numbers by the way, he walked to the glass curtain wall building in front with Jian Tong.

Due to light pollution, there are very few such glass-walled buildings anymore, and the Winlo Building is one of the last glass-walled buildings.

Standing alone in a pile of ordinary buildings, this building is like a dazzling crystal.

Due to the delay when I wanted to take a taxi before, when I arrived at the company today, the others had already arrived, and even Zhou Yan sat in his office in a regular manner, yawning with his thin little arms on his face.

As soon as I entered the office, I was notified of a meeting by the HR manager with a straight face. Zhao Nuo came to the conference room and sat down in the corner of the room. I don't know what to do again.

After everyone arrived, the HR director, who was wearing a black suit and not smiling, picked up a pile of manuscript paper in his hand and announced: "In order to ensure attendance, there will be no absenteeism." Starting today, the company will start to implement the clock-out ......"

Zhao Nuo, who was not interested in this kind of thing, was very glad that he had found a corner, and when he was about to take out his mobile phone to play a game, he saw the girl's pale little hand holding a few pieces of paper and reaching over:

"Now I can write a good ending." Zhou Yan lowered his voice and whispered to him.

"Huh?" At this time, the absent-minded Zhao Nuo realized that it was the "ghost and god scriptwriter" sitting next to him, and after taking the manuscript paper, he read the title, and realized that it was still the story she had shown herself last time:

The Extremely Cruel Philosopher.

Since he had already read it once, this time Zhao Nuo turned it extremely quickly, and the storyline this time was completely no different from before, just when he was still wondering where the difference was, he finally turned to the last page.

Looking at the last two lines of words, he finally held back the smile back into his stomach:

"The next morning, when he woke up, he remembered the nightmare from last night, which was very real, and he was glad it wasn't real."

“THE－END。”

"This is what you call a good ending?" Zhao Nuo asked in a low voice.

Zhou Yan nodded lightly.

"Please, a good ending is not such a good method, this ending is simply a cheat. It's better to let the protagonist die. Zhao Nuo said.

Probably because of what happened in the past, this girl has not been able to write a happy ending until now. The ending of her story is basically a complete destruction. Just looking at this, it is similar to a famous "warrior of love".

"Then I'll continue to write as I was?" Zhou Yan asked.

"Well, don't change it for the time being, anyway, it won't be possible to change it back for a while."

The two chatted until the end of the meeting, and then each returned to his post.

However, unlike the free time a few days ago, Zhao Nuo ushered in a lot of work today.

Things like the confirmation of employee contracts, personnel lists, and cleaning schedules were all pressed on his head, and it took him a busy day to get them all done.

"Did you forget to do everything a few days ago, and only remembered it today?"

At dusk, Zhao Nuo, who was leaning on the chair exhausted, couldn't help but complain to Xia Xiaoling who was standing aside.

Although the combination of work and rest is the king, this kind of situation where there is nothing to do on weekdays and suddenly very busy is obviously completely abnormal.

As expected, Xia Xiaoling bowed with an apologetic smile on her face and said:

"I'm sorry, I forgot Jì before!"

"Forget it." In the face of this naturally stupid guy, Zhao Nuo really couldn't afford to reprimand her.

Today, there have been two changes to the company's regulations, one is that employees must clock in and out of work, and the other is that some units use a "flexible work system".

The so-called flexible work system means that there is no strict limit to the working hours, and you only need to work eight hours a day. If you clock in at 8 a.m., you will work at the company until 4 p.m. If you arrive at twelve o'clock at noon, you can only stay until eight o'clock.

For Zhao Nuo, who had never been to work before, this system was relatively new, but now he didn't care about that kind of thing at all, because ......

It's Friday, and tomorrow is Saturday.

As for what to do on Saturday night, the answer is already clear.

I TOOK A TAXI TO A NEARBY GAS STATION AND BOUGHT A SMALL BARREL OF GASOLINE AND POURED IT INTO THE TANK OF THE DODGE CHARGER, WHICH HAD "LOST ITS STRENGTH". The savage beast equipped with the "Turbulence Engine" has finally begun to operate again.

Driving to the Tenglong car wash, Zhao Nuo went straight to the garage and saw Brother Meng leaning against the corner of the wall smoking a cigarette, and there were cigarette butts thrown all over the ground.

"Hey, aren't you afraid of exploding when you smoke here?" Zhao Nuo asked.

"Lin Shuang is okay, right?" Brother Meng looked up at him, obviously still worried about the safety of the "queen".

"Don't worry, I'm going to see her, she's recovering well." Zhao Nuo said and walked in front of Brother Meng, raised his mobile phone and pointed the screen at the strong man's face:

"My Dodge needs a makeshift modification, follow this."

"Oh......" The listless brother Meng replied casually, and then was startled when he saw what was displayed on Zhao Nuo's mobile phone screen:

"What are you going to do with this kind of thing, you're going to kill someone?"

"Leave it alone, just do this, I'll pay." Zhao Nuo had a "kind" smile on his face.

-- It's time to turn that Ferrari F430 with a long knife into scrap metal.