Feng Yiyi came to the printing room at half past two.

Twenty printers are all non-stop printing the content that Gu Tingcheng has copied from the Internet.

The smell of ink in the printing city was a little heavy, Feng Yiyi raised her hand in disgust, pinched her nose, circled around the printer, and saw that all the printers were occupied, Feng Yiyi quickly walked out of the printing room.

At 2:35, Feng Yiyi came in again.

All the printers were still not idle, and Feng Yiyi left again.

At 2:40 and 2:45, Feng Yiyi came separately, but the printer was never idle, and her face was slightly unhappy.

At 2:50, when Feng Yiyi came in again, the machine finally stopped.

Feng Yiyi found the nearest one, and just wanted to press the run, but found that there was no paper.

Feng Yiyi angrily changed to another one and found that there was no ink.

Feng Yiyi dodged her feet and continued to change to another one, and she was finally ready to print.

There are about 50 sheets in total, including two contracts, and three copies need to be printed, which is about 150 sheets.

Feng Yiyi was halfway through printing, and suddenly the printer stopped printing, for the same reason as the first printer, there was no paper.

Feng Yiyi glanced at the time, there were still eight minutes before the meeting, Feng Yiyi took a stack of paper directly from the printer next door, put it in this printer, and continued to print.

After about two minutes, the fight was finally over.

Feng Yiyi breathed a long sigh of relief, picked up the printed materials, hurriedly ran out of the printing room, and ran towards the secretary's office.

When Feng Yiyi passed by the staircase, suddenly someone stretched out his hand and grabbed her hard, and before she could react, she was directly taken into the stairs.

As soon as Feng Yiyi stabilized her senses, the door of the staircase was slammed shut by Gu Qingcheng and locked.

Feng Yiyi stared at Gu Tingcheng, and asked in a somewhat anxious tone: "Gu Tingcheng, what do you want to do?" Mr. Tang is waiting for my information for a meeting! ”

Compared with Feng Yiyi's impatience, Gu Qingcheng seemed a little calm, she unhurriedly admired Feng Yiyi's annoyance, and said calmly: "Feng Yiyi, do you also have nervous times?" ”

Feng Yiyi didn't want to pay attention to Gu Qingcheng at all, she turned around and walked towards the door of the stairs.

Gu Qingcheng stretched out his hand, grabbed Feng Yiyi, and pushed her to the wall on the side.

Feng Yiyi glanced at the time on her wrist, there were still four minutes before the meeting, Feng Yiyi stared at Gu Tingcheng murderously, and said, "Let me tell you, Gu Tingcheng, if you delay the materials that Mr. Tang will use for the next meeting, you will definitely not be able to eat and walk around!" ”