Armor: I can only summon the general

The taxi was speeding on the road. Xiao Song anxiously sat in the passenger seat and looked at the time. He urged the driver to hurry up from time to time, making the driver very impatient.

"Master, can you hurry up, otherwise my job will really be lost. Our editor-in-chief only gave me half an hour. If I can't make it within half an hour..."

"He's going to fire you, right? Brother, you've said this twenty times, and I know it by heart. Don't worry, we are in the city, not on a highway. If it were on a highway, I would have I stepped on the gas tank..."

The driver pointed to a sign on the roadside with a red circle drawn on it and two large numbers "40" in the middle.

"Brother, take a closer look. It's not that I don't want to go fast. I'm already driving on the edge of speeding. The traffic regulations are there. What can I do?"

Xiao Song stuck his head out of the car window and looked at the roadside. After sitting back, he took out ten dollars from his pocket, waved it in the air and put it into the hand buckle in front of him.

"Master, I'm really in a hurry. There's no probe nearby. Just hurry up. Please help me."

"Oh, brother, you are making it difficult for me to do this. I really don't..."

Before the driver had finished speaking, Xiao Song took out another ten dollars and put it into the buckle.

The driver smacked his tongue and looked embarrassed.

"No, brother, this is my company's model car. Do you know that I..."

Xiao Song clenched his back teeth and took out a twenty yuan note from his pocket and put it in. This was already several times the fare.

"Master, I'm really in a hurry, just make it easier for you."

"You... oh, well, who has something urgent to do when you are away from home? Today I will go all out, brother, just because I like you, if it were anyone else, I would never be able to touch this bottom line."

After saying that, the driver suddenly pumped the gas, shifted into fourth gear, and rushed out. A small push came on his back, and Xiao Song felt a little comfort in his heart, and he also felt relieved.

After a while, Xiao Song looked at his watch and said "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." This sudden appearance startled the taxi driver.

"Oh, I said, brother, what's wrong with you? What the hell, I stepped on the accelerator, not your tail, and the whirring scared me..."

"Master, can you hurry up? I'm going to be late soon."

Xiao Song just looked at his watch, which showed that he had been out for more than ten minutes, and he had also wasted a lot of time at home, which was not far from the thirty minutes required by his editor.

When he thought of the sullen old editor, Xiao Song trembled in his heart. What if he was really cruel and shot him... He didn't dare to think about how much effort and sweat he had put in for this job. That's it. He couldn't bear to think about losing it.

"Master, can you hurry up? I really..."

Listening to Xiao Song's crying voice, the driver felt a sense of dismay in his heart. How could this old man cry so easily.

"Okay, okay, brother, stop talking, we'll be there just around the corner."

The driver looked forward and saw the road sign in front of him saying that he would be there if he turned right. That was the road directly opposite the alley entrance of the Eight-Day Magazine editorial office.

The taxi slowed down slightly at the intersection and turned around. After driving a short distance, it pulled over and stopped. Xiao Song immediately opened the door and ran out, rushing to the editorial office as fast as he could.

Editor Liao waited for a long time, his anger getting bigger and bigger, and all kinds of hometown dialects kept popping up in his mouth. Just when he stretched out his hand to check the time for an unknown number of times, he heard a loud noise. The door to the editorial office was knocked open by Xiao Song.

"Editor, I'm coming, hoo...I'm coming..."

Xiao Song rushed into the editorial office and saw that the old editor was indeed sullen. He didn't know who had offended him. He knew that appearing in front of him at this time would never get a good word, but there was no way. As soon as An Mixiu left the editorial office, he He was left alone, and he could only bear the anger of the old editor.

Thinking of this, Xiao Song quickly took a breath and walked carefully to Editor Liao's desk, putting on a flattering smile. As the old saying goes, don't hit the smiling person with your hand. No matter what, you must first put on a smile. Smiling look.

"Hey, editor, didn't you get promoted to the headquarters? Why are you free to come back today? Are you back to inspect the work?"

Not only did Xiao Song smile humbly, but he was also a head shorter when he spoke. There was no way he could do it, he had to bow his head when he was under the eaves.

No matter what the old editor came back to do, in short, Xiao Song had to lower his position first and give the leader enough face. Then he would admit his mistake and the matter would be over. Who made him a leader and an employee?

The old saying goes again, three good words can be used for money, and I have said so much. No matter how angry the editor is, it is not good to just scold him. Shouldn't this be the consensus of adults?

But he obviously forgot how dangerous this society was. A few days ago, he was on the verge of unemployment. It was only by chance that he kept his job. However, within a few days, he only remembered eating and not playing.

In the confrontation between the two large companies, the black material of Xiaoya Group has been officially redeemed by the original owner. The influence of this black material in the company has dissipated, but Xiaosong is not aware of this problem.

He felt that although he, a great hero, had no merit, he had to work hard anyway. The editor still climbed up by stepping on his shoulders, so he would not be too harsh on him.

All this was Xiao Song's imagination. He was even secretly proud of his sophistication, but he still underestimated the consequences of the information gap. He never imagined that they were all pawns in the hands of the bosses. Now that its only function is gone, it has become an abandoned child.

What made him even more unexpected was that within a few days, Chief Editor Liao would experience both promotion and demotion.

Xiao Song's flattery did not please Editor Liao, but instead poured a bucket of oil on his anger.

Originally, Editor Liao planned to scold Xiao Song as soon as he walked in. But seeing the smile on Xiao Song's face and his humble look, Editor Liao seemed to have regained his lost self-esteem. He planned to Find another way to vent your anger.

Therefore, he did not curse immediately, but first raised his head and glanced at Xiao Song coldly. This glance made Xiao Song shrink his neck in fear and look at Editor Liao uneasily.

"Hey, who is here? Isn't this our great reporter Xiao Song? You are such a capable person. In the future, you will be either the boss or the vice president. Why are you so obedient to me, the editor-in-chief? I can't stand it. Sorry, the company can do without me, but how can it do without our great reporter Xiao Song..."

Editor Liao looked at Xiao Song with cold eyes and said angrily. Although there was not a single curse word, Xiao Song's face was already full of blood.