That night, Nie Congcong didn't remember how much they drank, let alone how they got home, she only remembered that she took a taxi at the door of the barbecue restaurant, she turned around and waved her hand to Song Zhesen, threw her body heavily on the seat behind the car, and watched the driver's car running on the bright and dark road like a dream.

In a blink of an eye, at the gate of the community, the driver told Nie Congcong that it was just 35 yuan. Nie Congcong laughed loudly, Master, I just drank some wine, but I wasn't drunk, your meter clearly shows 15 yuan, you still have to tell me it's 35, are you teasing me? The driver quickly explained, oops, I'm sorry, I didn't see it clearly, it was indeed 15 yuan. Then hurry up and make up for the 20 yuan that Nie Congcong sent to her, Nie Congcong took the money, and said with a smile, don't underestimate a woman who drinks. Then she opened the car door and went down, the more she thought about it, the more proud she became, and she didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, she immediately called Liao Feng and learned what had just happened to Liao Feng...... Liao Feng talked with her until she entered the house before hanging up, and fell on the bed, Nie Congcong instantly entered a state of ignorance.

After a night of hangover, Nie Congcong was woken up by Song Zhesen's phone call in a huge headache, Editor-in-Chief Nie, how do you feel? Are you still at the unit today? Nie Congcong asked, Mr. Song, is there something wrong? Song Zhesen said, I thought about it all night, and I think what you said is very reasonable, I want to wait for you to come, let's discuss it. Nie Congcong was so uncomfortable in his stomach that he didn't want to say a word, endured the nausea of nausea, and said, What I said yesterday is my true thoughts, if you decide that I will start implementing it, there is no need to discuss it anymore...... Before she finished her words, a violent vomiting sensation hit, and Nie Congcong threw down his phone and rushed to the bathroom......

Nie Congcong came back after vomiting, Song Zhesen's phone had already hung up, and he sent a text message to Nie Congcong, Editor-in-Chief Nie, let's do as you say! Today you have a good rest at home, tomorrow you go to work, we will have an all-staff meeting, I will announce to you the closure of the magazine. Nie Congcong glanced at it silently and did not reply to the message.

The next morning, not long after Nie Congcong went to work, he saw that the company's administration sent a message in the company group, and the meeting was held at eleven o'clock, and all employees were invited to attend. Nie Congcong replied in the group with a receipt, followed by a group of the same message. She lamented in her heart and sent a message to Qin Ge on QQ, I told the leader last night to let him stop publishing, and he was going to have a meeting to announce it today. Qin Ge sent a question with three words, so fast? Nie Congcong replied, yes, has he been waiting for me to express this attitude? Qin Ge said, don't think about it so much, it's okay to die early and be born early, you can plan for yourself earlier. Nie Congcong sent a line of tearful smiles.

At eleven o'clock, Nie Congcong entered the conference room with a notebook and a pen, when she arrived, everyone basically arrived, Song Zhesen sat quietly in his place and waited for everyone, he was obviously trimmed today, wearing a white shirt inside, the jacket was a navy blue striped suit, and the tie of the same color made him look particularly energetic. He saw Nie Congcong come in and sit down, cleared his throat and said, today is a very important day, I believe that our colleagues in the administration department and the colleagues in the editorial department will remember this day, because today is the fourth anniversary of the establishment of Beauty Magazine, I gathered everyone together, there are two important things to promote, the first is to thank everyone for their hard work in the past few years, at noon we have a dinner with the little sheep next to us, I hope all colleagues can participate, in the afternoon the company will let everyone go, everyone can get drunk and rest; The second thing is...... Speaking of this, Song Zhesen paused, his eyes turned red in an instant, and he said in a choked voice, although we have survived many days and nights here, every colleague we have done their best, but, but ...... We really can't hold on, according to the company's current financial situation, I communicated with the editor-in-chief Nie yesterday, and our magazine will be the sixth issue, and the follow-up work will be completed by me and the editor-in-chief Nie......

Song Zhesen said this, all the employees focused their eyes on Nie Congcong's side, Nie Congcong didn't expect Song Zhesen to say this, but since she had reached this point, she could only face it calmly, Nie Congcong faced everyone's gaze, nodded solemnly and gently. Then, she met Song Zhesen's gaze again and motioned for him to continue. Seeing Nie Congcong's prompting gaze, Song Zhesen went on to say that in order to reduce everyone's losses, everyone's work can be ended within this week, and the work in hand can be handed over to Nie Editor-in-Chief, and the salary will be calculated until the end of the month...... Song Zhesen's words were not finished, everyone cried, only the eldest sister of the finance department sat there quietly, with a blank face without joy or sorrow......

Although eating hot pot is a very lively thing, but the meal at noon, still eat very sadly, everyone barely eats, drink several boxes of beer, and even serve liquor at the end, everyone cried in the private room, especially a few female editors, even hugged their heads and cried, Nie Congcong understands their sadness, this kind of understanding, only those who have been editors can understand, the kind of understanding is drunk Fang knows that the wine is strong, and the love knows the importance of Fang Zhi......

In the days when the magazine was just closed, several editors in the editorial department still went to work normally every day, Nie Congcong told them several times that they could not use the information in their hands after handing over the information, and they should seize the time to find a job, no matter what it was, their lives still had to be lived, five editors, one wanted to go back to Baoji, one was going to Beijing, and Nie Congcong, who had an internship, gave an internship certificate to end early, and the other two she helped introduce to her friends, for colleagues in the editorial department, It's basically a happy ending.

On Nie Congcong's last day of work, the sun was shining in Xi'an, although it was only the middle of April, but it was bright in May, no one came to the office anymore, the neat desk was full of dust, the office of more than 300 square meters was empty, only the pile of dusty magazines in the corner of the house reminded her that it was once brilliant here. She opened the window, the breath of spring was coming, she called Song Zhesen, Mr. Song, are you coming to the company today? All the materials of the editors have been handed over, and I want to give you the documents and the key to the company's gate, so I won't come.

On the phone, Nie Congcong heard that Song Zhesen's environment was very noisy, and he repeated it several times before listening to what Nie Congcong said, he said, I'm in Shanghai, you copy the information on the green USB flash drive I gave you and put it on your desk, and put it together with the key to the office, and I'll pick it up myself when I come back. Editor-in-Chief Nie, thank you, let us cherish each other, and the future will be long! Then the phone was cut off with a slap of noise......

A lonely mood suddenly came to her face so overwhelmingly, which caught Nie Congcong off guard, she walked over from office to office, looked twice, and closed the door gently. The office of the editorial department was at the door, and she walked to the last workbench and saw a line of small silk characters written on the beige countertop: Summer is coming, and I don't have a boyfriend yet...... Nie Congcong's tears fell suddenly...... Take a look at the latest chapters of "Miss Cake Claw Book House" and read it for free for the first time.