Song Zhuang, surnamed Song Mingzhuang, the zombie of Li Zombie in the Tao Dynasty.

Recently, Song Zhuang got a strange disease, that is, he was very sleepy.

Not only drowsiness, but also frequent dreaming.

Having the same dream.

The most troublesome thing is that this dream is still fucking like a serial, and I can't finish it, and I can continue to do it as soon as I wake up from my sleep.

It's really a ghost and a dog.

In the dream, Song Zhuang, who had only been submissive all his life, became a fierce man who he couldn't even dream of...... The kind of fierce man who can catch turtles in the nine moons and five oceans.

Being able to feel the physiological state of the fierce rao is not too good.

But now, it seems that the situation of the big man is not so good!

Night falls and envelops the whole world.

Overhead, a large blood-red eyeball stared at him, as if he wanted to eat it himself.

Song Zhuang stood alone in the center of the battlefield.

Surrounded by thousands of enemy troops, Cthulhu-like monsters, hiding in the dark mist, eyeing themselves.

Beneath his feet were the corpses of the enemy, silver-white metal and black mechanical remains, piled up into a mountain.

These......

It's all killed by the fierce brother.

But now the fierce men are surrounded!

An inevitable battle is just around the corner.

No......

An inevitable battle is underway

I was a first-hand witness to this battle.

Thousands of troops are rolling like a torrent of black steel!

These monstrous mechanical monsters are in unison, as if they are an unstoppable force.

Song Zhuang wanted to see what they were, but these monsters didn't even have heads!

The monsters were like messengers of death approaching them.

Song Zhuang panicked, because what he saw was a symbol of death.

Song Zhuang wanted to run, but the body in the dream didn't listen to his call at all, but stood still in place.

Since he couldn't run away, Song Zhuang tried his best to calm himself down and see what the fierce man wanted to do.

In the face of the thousands of troops and horses that surrounded him, the fierce man held his silver long sword and quietly watched the surrounding enemy.

There is no way back!

Fierce people don't need to retreat.

He didn't flinch in the slightest, didn't have the slightest fear, and had an attitude of fighting to the death.

Cthulhu-like mechanical monsters are getting closer!

Their steps were as deafening as thunder.

Their killing aura is full of rushing killing intent!

They are ruthless and ruthless!

However!

The fierce brothers have no intention of backing down!

I saw him raise his long sword and sweep it in front of him.

A white sword light spread through the space, as if sound waves were echoing in the water.

A sword!

An understatement of the sword, as if a dragonfly dotted the water without a trace.

But on the fan-shaped seat tens of meters ahead, hundreds of mechanical units were cut in two!

It's amazing!

When did you become so powerful?

Song Zhuang was complacent.

I don't want to, just when I was in the middle of a fierce battle, the top of my head began to drip blood!

Huge strands of blood poured out of themselves.

This fountain of blood is frantically restraining its breathing.

Song Zhuang found that he actually choked on water, and the urge to urinate also came up...... Then Song Zhuang opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he was lying on his desk, and Gou Dachang, the director of the evil company, was spraying water on his face with a watering can for watering flowers.

Seeing that he woke up, there was a cheerful laughter from the desks around him.

Song Jian wiped his face, and then muttered, "It turned out to be just a dream, I fucking thought I was chopped up." ”

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the office became more cheerful.

"Song Zhuang, you waste, you won't use it anymore!" The director of the company stared at himself with the kryptonite dog eyes that he deserved to have as a mung bean king and scolded angrily.

Song Zhuang, who had just woken up, said in a daze: "No, it's Thursday tomorrow, and tomorrow has to come." ”

"Hahahaha!"

"I'm laughing to death."

"It's hilarious."

"We still have such wonderful people in our company."

Everyone talked about it, and Gao Xin was like the New Year.

Director Gou couldn't help it, and laughed directly: "I'm Song Zhuang, what kind of plane are you doing, you sleep in a mess at the workstation at work, you haven't slept at night or what?" ”

Song Zhuang picked his head and said, "I don't know what's going on recently, I'm very sleepy, I must be sick." ”

Gou Dachang waved his hand when he heard this: "I don't care about you, if you are sick, write a letter of resignation and then go for treatment, if you are not sick, quickly cheer up Lao Tzu and work, the company does not support idlers!" ”

"Oh, I'm not sick, I'm fine." Song Zhuang hurriedly changed his words.

As a man in his thirties, Song Zhuang doesn't want to be unemployed in middle age, especially in the Internet industry, where there are so many programmers like dog coders.

This unemployment means that you will be completely eliminated from the industry, and you will have to change careers to deliver food in the future.

Therefore, Song Zhuang must not give Director Gou a chance to fire him.

Although Director Gou looked like a dog, Song Zhuang still let himself try to make a flattering appearance: "Brother Gou is good, don't report to the company, I'm still waiting to earn money to support my family." ”

That's what Gou Dachang wants!

How did your prestige in the company come about, isn't that how it came about?

Gou Dachang stretched out his hand and patted Song Zhuang's face, then leaned into his ear and said, "This month's commission will be paid 30%!" ”

"Twenty percent!" Song Zhuang quickly bargained.

"Deal!"

Gou Dachang stood up, and then reprimanded Song Zhuang with a fake look: "It's not impossible to let you go, I think you are an old employee of the company, I won't report your bad behavior of sleeping at work, but I won't take it as an example." ”

"Not for example, not for example."

Song Zhuang thanked him, but the expression on his face was extremely disgusted.

With a few fluttering words, I lost 20% of my performance commission, and it was worth staying up all night.

Thinking about Song Zhuang's heartache.

At this time, Director Gou was still making a lot of nonsense, but the target was no longer Song Zhuang himself, but everyone in the office meeting.

"You all listen well, the company never raises idlers, the corporate culture is the wolf culture, the last three of this month will take stock of the performance, the worst performance will be fired, you do it yourself."

Gou Dachang finished reading out the policy, and then went into the office with his own shower to water his two-legged orchids.

Song Zhuang turned his head to look at his colleague beside him and asked, "How long have I slept?" ”

My colleague replied, tapping on the keyboard, "Five minutes, four minutes and fifty seconds to be exact." ”

"What! I only slept for five minutes? ”

Song Zhuang was furious, and greeted Gou Dachang's old mother one hundred and eighty times in his heart.

"There is always one that I will make Gou Dachang pay!"

Song Zhuang said viciously.

The colleague glanced at Song Zhuang, and then smiled: "This is not like your character...... But I appreciate your thoughts. ”