"Ringing ringing!"

"Ringing ringing!"

Following.

Zhou Cheng, who was sleeping grogily, was woken up by a very rapid mobile phone ringtone.

"Who, this early morning!"

"Don't let people sleep!"

People are very irritable when they are woken up from a deep sleep.

After Zhou Cheng subconsciously connected the phone, his tone was a little impatient.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, I see that your wings are stiff, aren't they?"

"How dare you talk to me in such a tone?"

"Do you want to do it anymore?"

There was a series of angry shouts from the earpiece, and even the roof was about to be overturned.

Why does this sound so familiar?

Zhou Cheng's sleepiness disappeared instantly.

I took my phone and looked at it, and sure enough.

The title of the note on the communication interface comes directly into view: SB.

Silly hanging?

What the hell is this, isn't it the stupid boss of the predecessor?

The cloud of memories from his predecessor suddenly came to his heart, making Zhou Cheng angry.

It is well known that racial discrimination in the United States is very serious.

Especially Asians, sometimes even have a lower status than Lao Hei.

The predecessor ostensibly worked for a very decent software company.

Glamorous and glamorous, it is more face-saving to say it.

But in fact, it's all superficial.

The status of the predecessor in the company is really not as good as a dog.

Needless to say, discrimination and unfair treatment are ubiquitous in ordinary times.

His boss Smith alone is suffocating enough.

Zhou Cheng combed through the memories of his predecessor, and the old thing had never treated his predecessor as a human at all.

Drinking at every turn, there is no good face.

The hardest and most tiring work is all handed over to the predecessor to do, and even his own work has to be completed by the protagonist.

Just four days ago.

The predecessor worked overtime to type code because he wiped Smith's ass and worked two nights in a row.

He passed out at his workstation.

Smith then gave the ex-body two days off and let the ex-body go home and have a good rest.

But when it comes to a good rest, Smith still has to write the corresponding code at home.

What else can the predecessor of the bitter force do?

Continue to work overtime.

Outcome.

Died suddenly!

Life and life are exhausted.

How hard it is.

Because he fused all the memories of his predecessor and occupied the body of his predecessor, Zhou Cheng's empathy instantly reached its peak.

He heard Smith yelling at him again, and he was furious.

"Is the code written? You'd better give me good news. ”

"Otherwise, I will definitely fire you, like a lost dog......"

Smith's voice continued to be heard through the earpiece.

"Open, open your MB! Old SB! ”

Zhou Cheng directly interrupted Smith's words, and came up with a national scolding greeting.

Smith, on the other side of the earpiece, was suddenly confused.

"You were scolding me just now?"

"Do you know what you're doing? Is your brain in water? ”

Through the earpiece, Zhou Cheng could also feel the other party's thunderous jump.

"That's right, I put up with you for so long because my brain was in water."

"You disgusting white-skinned devil like a pig!"

"Don't you want code? I wrote it. ”

"I will burn it to you when I go back to the grave!"

"Bye bye!"

"Doot toot!"

scolded happily, and decisively hung up the black dragon.

Then he logged into the work group and shook out all the black material from Smith.

By the way, I also sent it to the big boss's mailbox.

And then.

Delete the group, leave the group, and block all contact information.

After a fierce operation, Zhou Cheng was comfortable.

Predecessor, no thanks, I'm angry for you!

Of course.

After Zhou Cheng's operation, the work was 100% lost.

But Zhou Cheng said that this is not a matter, just blowing the wind.

As a traverser with a big body, if you are still forced to work hard to work as a social animal, it will be too embarrassing for the traverser, right?

What?

The traverser also has to eat, and it has to spend money?

Zhou Cheng said that this is also not a problem.

After Tony Stark was kidnapped, he sold the house and exchanged it all for Stark Industries' stock.

Then wait for Iron Man to come out, and Stark Industries' stock will rise so much.

Isn't the money coming?

It's all trivial.

Anyway, the parents of the predecessor died in a car accident five years ago, and the family's old house became completely Zhou Cheng's alone.

Everything is up to him.

Not to mention.

In the future, maybe Zhou Cheng will be able to get some other rewards, so that he can get a lot of wealth.

Don't worry.

The most critical.

It's better to keep a diary and improve your strength, this is the king!

Thinking of this, Zhou Cheng was full of energy again.

After a simple wash, I hastily got some breakfast mat bar mat.

Zhou Cheng couldn't wait to open the notebook again.

began to use his thoughts, and he began to write hard.

[People are in good spirits when they are happy, and the ancients are honest and don't deceive me! ] 】

[Then the stupid hanging is probably still doubting life now, right? ] 】

[I really want to see what his expression is in person.] 】

[That must be very exciting!] 】

“sir！”

"The journal has been updated again!"

Marbury Villas.

Jarvis, who had been monitoring the diary's movements, immediately began to alert Tony Stark.

Tony Stark's heart immediately moved.

Immediately, he stopped what he was doing, picked up his diary, and ran to the sofa to sit down.

began to carefully "observe".

glanced at it, yo he, it looks like today, this week's Cheng is in a pretty good mood.

I just don't know what's going on.

[But in this case, Lao Tzu really has to count on the big! ] 】

[Looking forward to another day when the big piece is kidnapped! ] 】

【Melon seed drinks and beers are ready, sit and wait!】 】

Tony Stark: "......"

This guy is poisonous!

You don't have to watch Lao Tzu being kidnapped every day, right?

I haven't offended you!

Also, what the hell is the big!

With such a foul-smelling nickname, that guy can even think of it.

[It should be soon!] 】

[Yesterday I watched the news, and the military has decided to award this year's Pole Award to. 】

[If memory serves, Big put Rod's pigeon at the medal ceremony.] 】

[Then it didn't seem to be long before he was dragged by the Ten Commandments to a cave to strike iron. 】

[This can't be the retribution of no one in the eyes of the big, right? ] Ha ha! 】

Tony Stark's face froze.

He ignored Zhou Cheng's ridicule of him, and was not surprised that he released Rhodes pigeons or anything.

That's really his Tony Stark style.

Tony Stark's main concern right now is another very important thing.

Is the day of my own kidnapping approaching?

The military has already informed itself, and it will present itself with an award in fifteen days!

In other words, I still have more than half a month?