I’m Really Scared

(Chapters 7 and 8 may be a bit old-fashioned, but because it is related to the subsequent plot, it is not easy to change, so you can skip it directly, and there is basically no proportion of the workplace plot)

Hangcheng Evening News is a local newspaper with a small reputation.

In other words, in recent years, the paper media has declined, and most of them are not well-known except for the more famous newspapers. The office space of the newspaper is not large, and there are not so many messy departments.

In addition to the news department where ordinary reporters like Guan Shan work, there are the editorial department, the typesetting room, the newspaper storage room, the editor-in-chief's office, and the independent offices of several leaders, as well as a temporary dormitory that is not usually used.

Guan Shan walked out of the elevator that runs through the center of the building and turned right from the reception.

Passing the toilet, on the left is the large office belonging to the Ministry of Information.

As soon as Guan Shan walked to the door, he heard Jiang Siyan's loud voice, the deputy editor-in-chief: Tell me, it's obvious that the fire scene is less than 100 meters away from the newspaper office, but the source of our material is the citizen hotline and other media. , I don't have any first-hand materials, it's all leftovers from other people's food, is it shameful to throw them away? Huh?

The name of the deputy editor-in-chief sounds quite intimidating, but there are three deputy editor-in-chiefs in the Hangcheng Evening News, and Jiang Siyan is only one of them.

In addition, there is an editor-in-chief who also serves as the president, which constitutes the entire leadership.

Under normal circumstances, the three deputy editors take turns working in the office, once a week.

This week happened to be Jiang Siyan's turn.

Although Guan Shan had only been working in the newspaper for half a year, he had a general idea of ​​the temperaments of the three deputy editors.

Generally speaking, the other two usually don't take care of things very much, only when they encounter big things, they will come out and nag a few extra words.

Only this Jiang Siyan likes to do two things the most, one is to lecture, and the other is to catch typical examples.

The lecture has already been done... The rest, I am afraid that I will be arrested.

Guan Shan thought silently in his heart that something was wrong, and opened the door resignedly.

crunch-

The sound of the metal frames of the frosted glass doors rubbing against each other attracted the attention of everyone in the office.

Guan Shan, who pushed the door and walked in, immediately caught the attention of all the staff.

In silence, more than a dozen pairs of eyes brushed the ground together, looking at it both openly and secretly, and the pressure was no less than that of a chef who had run over like a mountain of meat.

Shen Dinghua is also among them.

The girl hid in the corner station, holding her head and secretly looking sideways, her eyes revealing a trace of worry.

Guan Shan smiled at her, then turned his head cheeky, and nodded slightly to Jiang Siyan as if nothing had happened: Hello, Mr. Jiang.

——The name President Jiang was learned by Guan Shan from several senior reporters. It is said that Jiang Siyan himself likes to be called that by others.

Jiang Siyan was in his 40s, in a suit and leather shoes, with a pedantic look, with gold glasses on his back, and his hair was half black and white, which was meticulously combed.

When I stared straight at it, I felt like I was caught by the dean of school for doing bad things in high school.

Guan Shan turned his head and said hello to Peng Fei, the director of the news department standing on the other side.

Peng Fei was a plump middle-aged man with a very honest face. At this moment, he winked at Guan Shan to imply that he was in a bad situation.

In this atmosphere, the blind man knows that the situation is not good... He silently turned around and walked to his position, praying that it would be best to be fooled.

Unfortunately it backfired.

stop.

Jiang Siyan spoke in a deep voice and knocked on the desk in front of him: Guan Shan, I saw yesterday's punch-in record. Are you the last one to leave?

Sure enough... it's started!

Guan Shan murmured, a little impatient because of the extreme sleepiness.

He sighed inwardly, nodded and said, It's me, I just finished editing the two editions of the e-newsletter yesterday, Mr. Jiang, is there any problem?

Jiang Siyan suddenly lowered his face,

Said: What's the problem? Do you know about the SX snack fire yesterday?

Guan Shan nodded naturally.

Before he could speak, Jiang Siyan continued: The police reported that the fire broke out at around one o'clock. You left at 12:30. I remember the direction you were going home and even happened to be on the way, but I didn't even provide any clues. , where is your ability as a reporter?

There's really no sense in what you're saying, it's just pure anger.

Guan Shan just hit the muzzle of the gun, and let him use the topic to play!

In normal times, Guan Shan would definitely follow him at this time, ummmmmmmmmmm, and he'd be done with it.

But today is different.

The thrilling moment of life and death last night, the resulting fear, anger, and tension lingered in Guan Shan's mind.

Although those pictures are only simulated pictures, they are almost the same as the real ones, and no normal person can calm down after experiencing them.

What's more, he hardly slept all night, and got up early in the morning to go to work.

At this moment, he was accused again for no reason.

Guan Shan's emotions suddenly surged, but he still pressed his anger: Mr. Jiang, can't you tell the truth? It's still half an hour from 12:30 to 1:00, and SX Snack is only 500 meters away from the newspaper office. , No matter how slow I walk, I can't see the store for half an hour, how can I provide clues?

Jiang Siyan did not expect that the young reporter who had only been here for half a year would dare to refute, but he was worried that this group of old fried dough sticks couldn't make a fart, and there was no place to show his majesty.

This kid is the material delivered to the door!

Jiang Siyan sneered in his heart and said, Oh? If you can't see the store, you can always see the smoke, right? If you can't see the smoke, you can always hear the siren?

If something goes wrong, don't pay attention to anything. I think you either have no journalistic literacy at all, or you are just too lazy!

He lowered his face and pointed at Guan Shan: I see, people like you don't have enough business ability, even less enthusiasm. They don't improve the newspaper at all. What do I keep you for?

trouble making! Reverse black and white!

Even if Guan Shan could bear it, Shen Dinghua couldn't bear it anymore, she stood up angrily and said, Deputy editor-in-chief Jiang, Guan Shan stayed so late last night for the electronic layout work, the employee who finished all the manuscripts and left at the end. , in your eyes, do you have no business ability and no enthusiasm?

Shen Dinghua said word by word: Are you planning to deny the meaning of employees' efforts?

Jiang Siyan was noncommittal: The work is done, it doesn't mean it's done - why don't you send me the documents and let me see what it is?

He turned his head and looked at Guan Shan with a condescending, relaxed look.

It's clear that he is the boss. Whether the manuscript is well written or not, isn't he the one who has the final say?

Hard, fist hard!

Guan Shan was about to laugh angrily, let out a long sigh, walked in front of Jiang Siyan, looked directly at him, and said, No need, President Jiang, since you think the reporter's ability lies in those few photos, then... if I can get it where?

He stared at each other: What would you say if I could get a picture of the fire scene?

What do you say, do I still want to listen to you? !

Whether you can get this photo or not, you will either bow your head or be fired by me today!

Jiang Siyan's first reaction was to block it back. After all, he came to Liwei, not really asking for photos.

But the words came to his lips, and before he could say it, he suddenly felt that he had been touched behind his back.

what!

Jiang Siyan cried out subconsciously, terrified.

Because he is now leaning in front of the desk, behind... There is absolutely no one!

He turned around suddenly, and there was only a desk in front of him.

But the touch behind him is so clear, icy cold, and even seems to have water stains...

Jiang Siyan bit his head and touched his back with a backhand.

So wet!

Could it be... no no no, there must be a leak in the ceiling!

Jiang Siyan's eyelids twitched and his hands trembled a little, but the others didn't know it, and looked at him blankly as if he was having a cramp.

Peng Fei next to him hesitated: What's wrong with you? Or...

Jiang Siyan came back to his senses. Although he was still in shock, he still couldn't lose his momentum. He slammed the table and glared at Guan Shan: What do you say... If you get it, then even if you have the ability!

The people below who have been pricking up their ears are stunned, this Jiang Gang Jing has changed his character today?

Just now, you were in a stance that you were going to kill people, so why are you reckoning you have the ability now?

Knock knock.

Suddenly, there was a crisp knock on the door.

So noisy, what are you doing?

A soft but majestic voice sounded.

Everyone followed the sound and saw a woman in a beige slim dress standing by the door.

Her long dark hair was rolled up behind her head, and a beautiful and elegant face with a very classical beauty shone in the morning light. The calf under the skirt was slender and graceful, which could be called a smooth stop.

Peng Fei, who was on the side, hurried up to meet him: Hello, President.

The person who came was Li Zhiying, the editor-in-chief and president of the Hangcheng Evening News.