American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Dot Point Newspaper, morning.

Auri used all her strength to squeeze off the bus, her footsteps unsteady as she walked into the somewhat desolate alleyway.

She happened to see her colleague Lance hugging a monitor as he walked out the door.

"What are you doing, Lance? That's company property!"

Lance looked up: "Oh, it's you. You didn't show up yesterday; we thought you'd run off early. You're late; several colleagues have already moved all the valuable things from the newspaper office. Now, there's only a pile of old computers and messy documents left."

"What do you mean by moving all the valuable things? Weren't you notified before that the newspaper office had been sold? The new boss could come over at any time.

Also, I told you a week in advance that I was going to get my teeth fixed yesterday. Didn't you remember?"

Auri pushed her glasses up, her brow slightly furrowed.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you. After all, you're not exactly a great beauty!" Lance shrugged.

"What did you say?"

"Before, you were the deputy editor, and everyone was counting on you to pay their salaries, so these words couldn't be said, of course. But now, it doesn't matter anymore. The company was sold by the boss like throwing away trash, and the new boss hasn't shown up for several days, obviously just using the company's name to do other things.

You know I have a criminal record; I don't want to get involved in messy things again. I don't want the severance pay; this new monitor will be my compensation."

"That's the monitor on the editor-in-chief's desk! You can't take it!" Auri shouted.

"Lower your voice. You're almost 40 years old. Not only has your figure gone out of shape, but even your skin has become saggy. Look at that head of yellow hair; haven't you taken care of it for a long time?

Just like Lance said, the previously messy and crowded office was now as chaotic and empty as if a typhoon had passed through.

A large amount of data was thrown on the ground, and there were many footprints crisscrossing.

The door to the group leader's office was open, and the drawers were all pulled out.

The desktop was empty. Auri had previously placed a crystal ornament, which should have been worth some money, so someone took it away.

The usual noise disappeared, and the oppressive atmosphere of the office also dissipated, replaced by a quiet, chilling feeling.

From this, one can infer that the upstairs should be about the same.

The entire newspaper office was left with only the receptionist sitting in her seat, putting on makeup as usual.

The receptionist was a girl in her 20s, a seasoned nightclub enthusiast, very beautiful. Her real working hours were from midnight to sunrise the next morning.

The reason for coming here to work was nothing more than wanting to earn some money while catching up on sleep.

When asked, claiming to be a reporter also sounded better.

You can't tell people that you're just hanging around.

Seeing Kate calmly finishing her makeup, finding a coat and putting it on, and skillfully lying down to catch up on sleep, Auri opened her mouth, really not knowing what to say.

She pushed her glasses and turned to go upstairs to the second floor.

Sure enough, her office had also been ravaged. She helped up the fallen stool, sat down with her favorite pig head pillow in her arms, and quietly spaced out.

The newspaper office has closed down; what should she do?

Should she leave like the other colleagues and quickly find a new job, or should she continue to wait for the new boss?

If, as Lance said, the boss only needs the name of the newspaper office and not the actual entity, then the salary at the end of the month might also be...

If that's the case, what will she use to repay the loan?

While she was at a loss, she suddenly heard the sound of a bell downstairs, followed by a somewhat surprised male voice: "This should be my newspaper office, right? How did it become like this? Was it burglarized? Where are the others? Huh? Someone's actually asleep!"

Auri suddenly got up and rushed downstairs quickly.

After spending three days dealing with trivial matters, Qi Shan was also ready to come over and take over the newspaper office.

In addition to successfully showing off, after eating, drinking, and having fun with a bald-headed bank president, the other party agreed to pass the pledge loan business at a ratio of 98%.

That is to say, deposit 1 million, and the bank will lend you 980,000.

During this period, the deposit certificate will give you a basic interest rate, and the loan interest will not be less.

In general, the bank still makes a profit, but it just earns less.

Although it didn't reach 100%, Qi Shan was still very satisfied. Moreover, the amount of money was secondary; opening up a circle of upper-class social exchanges through bank dealings was the main purpose.

After talking about business for two days, enjoying life for two days, and staying at home in the mansion for a few days, watching the figure of Spider-Man constantly appearing in the news, active in the streets and alleys of New York.

With the ensuing public opinion about Spider-Man intensifying, Qi Shan suddenly came up with an idea.

The reason why superheroes wear masks is to hope to establish another identity so that their ordinary lives are not affected. Super villains are the same.

The more things others hide, the more interested the public becomes.

Now, he happens to have a small newspaper office under his name. If he uses the newspaper office's channels to establish a newspaper dedicated to digging out the real identities of superheroes and super villains, it should cause a sensation.

Qi Shan suddenly became interested and regarded the career of digging out the true identities of superheroes and making the public happy as his ideal.

Maybe he could even win the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism.

No sooner said than done, early the next morning, when the temporary housekeeper had just arrived to start the day's cleaning work, Qi Shan took a car straight to the newspaper office.

He had glanced at it before and didn't have a good impression of this newspaper office. He thought the inside was nothing more than something like "Editor's Room Stories", but he didn't expect it to look like it had been robbed as soon as he entered the door.

He vaguely saw someone lying there at the front desk. Qi Shan was just saying hello when he walked closer and found that the girl was sleeping very soundly.

Just as he was speechless, a woman in her 40s with a clearly out-of-shape figure rushed down, and before she could even stand still, she hurriedly said: "Are you the new boss? I'm the deputy editor, Auri Felix. Boss, quickly call the police. The office supplies have been moved away by the former employees. They're robbing us!"