In the office, everyone is at risk.

Each editor consciously bent down and tried his best to hide himself, but his eyes were unconsciously drifting, cautiously peeking ahead.

"Oops."

Tomato suddenly looked annoyed, "Did I accidentally kill an editor-in-chief?" ”

- Although his face was annoyed, his words were full of pride.

"It's okay! Should! This is all the fault of the editor-in-chief. ”

"This Lao Wan looks dignified, I can't imagine that these despicable deeds are being done behind my back!"

"Shame on the end, shame on the end!"

All of them were filled with righteous indignation, and at the same time, they were busy showing their loyalty.

"So? Did I do a good deed by mistake? ”

"Of course!"

"Thanks to you, Director!"

It's all sycophants, and the one that is filmed is called a skyscraper. Several big men flattered each other, and their faces were full of wrinkles, blooming chrysanthemums one after another.

The atmosphere was peaceful, the present world was stable, and the years were quiet.

"But, isn't there no editor-in-chief for the five groups of editors?"

Tomato's face was innocent, blinking his eyes, looking at the end of the management.

Everyone's expressions froze.

If you want to say that the position of editor-in-chief, although it is only one level higher than the editor, the power it holds is not much greater.

Especially on a large network such as the end Chinese network, the rights of the editor-in-chief are infinitely magnified.

It can be said that in the group, the editor-in-chief is the out-and-out master.

Thinking about the panicked look of the editor-in-chief Wan when he mentioned the audit earlier, you know that there must be a lot of oil and water!

This is also the reason why he is reluctant to move in this position, if you really want to say it, the average high-level is not as nourishing as he is.

Everyone began to look at each other, and there was an eerie atmosphere in the air.

Everyone's look is different, whether they are deep thinking or expectant......

Especially these editors, who are not human spirits, everyone has a little Jiujiu in their hearts.

Many of them have even begun to think about who will have the opportunity to take over the position, and how they can curry favor with them, so as to seek the greater good of their authors.

"Ahem!"

Tomato coughed lightly, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"You ...... What do you think? ”

Her beautiful eyes blinked slightly, and her face was meaningful.

Everyone suddenly realized that they instantly understood what the tomato wanted to express......

- The position of editor-in-chief of these five groups, she is bound to win!

Immediately, endless emotion suddenly appeared on the faces of several people: from provoking trouble, to expelling, to firmly holding this position in their own hands.

Everything is interlocking, and there are no flaws.

The most important thing is that she can obviously rely on the general trend to suppress each other, but she has rectified so many doorways, and even in the eyes of outsiders, all this is just the fault of the editor-in-chief......

The scheming is deep, the means are bold, and the speed is like thunder.

Looking at the smiling woman in front of her, everyone's hearts couldn't help but feel an endless chill.

"Since Tomato is the director of operations, the position of the editor-in-chief of the five groups should naturally be decided by you."

"Yes, yes, what's more, you always need someone around you who can help."

"How embarrassing is that?"

Tomato looked innocent, "In this way, in addition to the author, I have to go to other websites to dig up an editor-in-chief......"

In her mind, a profile picture suddenly appeared.

Pure white spherical shape with three dots......

French fries.

……

In the drowsiness of the drowsiness, in the distance, there was suddenly an endless noise.

Hongchen's brows furrowed slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

In the distance, a few vague figures were slowly walking towards the bridge with steps that the six relatives did not recognize.

In their hands, they vaguely seemed to be holding something, constantly knocking on the surrounding shacks, iron sheets, and garbage, making a screeching sound.

Hongchen woke up and came back to his senses suddenly...... How, could it be them?

His brow furrowed, but he hurriedly got up, tightened his clothes, and hurried towards the entrance of the bridge.

It wasn't until the end of the day that Hongchen saw those disgusting faces again.

At this time, they were standing in front of the prying, chatting as if no one was around, and their faces were full of rebelliousness.

And those scavengers consciously besieged a barrier in front of them, trembling and confronting them.

Hongchen carefully hid his figure, observing the situation ahead.

Five people, all of them are five big and three thick.

The leader is called Mo Xing, a quirky name.

Mo Xing is a blind stream, he doesn't even know what his name is, but one time, in the listening software, he heard the word Mo Xing in the pen name of an author, which instantly shocked him, so he began to call himself Mo Xing.

He is very tall, and even Hongchen, who is one meter eight tall, can only look up when he comes to him.

The nose is red, he sucks it at every turn, and his hair grows messily, and at first glance he looks like a down-and-out clown.

The four people around are collectively referred to as the "Four Uniques".

is the younger brother of Mo Xing, but because he worships the old man Jin, he calls himself the evil in the east and the poison in the west, the southern emperor and the northern beggar.

Don't find it hard to read.

Look at the weapons they hold in their hands and their outfits, you can clearly distinguish them.

Take the East Evil as an example, he holds a flute made of unknown material in his hand, and dances like a tiger, whether it can be blown is another matter, but it is very suitable as a murder weapon to beat people.

Don't ask Hongchen why he knows, because he's been beaten.

That kind of heart-piercing pain still makes him a little scared when he thinks about it.

"Bell, bell, bell—"

Mo Xing held a stick in his hand and knocked heavily on the metal railing beside him, and the piercing sound instantly pierced the stagnant air, like a jackdaw crying, which made people frightened.

"You ...... What do you want to do! Rebellion? ”

He waved his stick vigorously and shouted with a rebellious face.

Everyone subconsciously retreated, their faces full of irrepressible panic.

The smug look on Mo Xing's face was even worse, and he shouted louder and louder: "Red dust, where is red dust? ”

"Why haven't I seen him appear for a long time, I'm afraid he didn't become a turtle again and shrunk up, right?"

"Pss

Xu felt that his analogy was humorous enough, and Mo Xing suddenly opened his mouth wide and let out a wanton laugh.

A night falcon-like shrill laugh echoed through the clearing.

It's just that no one responded, and he was the only one left, with his waist crossed and an embarrassed face.

"Poofha...... Give me a smile...... Puff ha......"

Seeing that, even the little brother next to him didn't have the slightest intention of cheering, the embarrassment on Mo Xing's face became more and more intense, and while laughing, he waved his throwing stick, staring at the "Four Uniques" with a threatening expression.

"Hahaha-"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ......"

Forced by obscenity, several people could only pretend to laugh out loud.

I don't know how long it took for this laughter to fall.

Red Dust still didn't appear.

Mo Xing's expression instantly became embarrassed, and he raised his throwing stick and pointed at everyone in front of him.

"If you don't come out, okay, let me see if you're really not there, little cub."

"You, you come out."

Mo Xing pointed to a woman in front of him.

It's Su Mei!

Hongchen's fists clenched violently, quickly pushed away the crowd, and stepped forward with a humble face, "In, in!" Boss Mo, are you looking for me? ”