May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

"It's over, I said I can't write, I can't write, now something has finally happened." Xu Mo looked at his legs soft, but still remembered to go to Meng Ping, "Hurry up and notify the boss."

"Editor-in-chief, now we can only enter, not exit."

"Ruined!"

Outside, when Xu Qigang got out of the car, he happened to see Hai Shen smoking boringly. The two took a look, and Hai Shen handed over a cigarette.

"Now it's quit." He didn't take it, and looked up at the next weekly magazine with his hands on his hips, "Notify them, do it after half an hour."

"Yes!"

Haishen threw the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with his feet, and said anxiously: "Are you really doing it?"

"How about it? Is it so hard to do it?" Xu Qigang asked, "My people are very busy, but I don't have that idle time."

After speaking, he said loudly: "Prepare in advance, and give it to me when it's time."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Zhao Changqi was notified that he would not leave halfway.

Their boss personally led the team, he didn't want to heal before going to death. And that guy Meng Ping should also teach a lesson, or else he can poke a hole in the sky.

"Didn't we behave?" Deep Sea felt that he had been fooled. In this broad daylight, he didn't want to be criticized.

"Who told you to behave?" Xu Qigang turned to look at her and said: "Meng Ping, this stinky boy should teach him a lesson." He originally wanted to beat him up in person, and then let him take the report. .

Now the opportunity is delivered to the door, not for nothing.

"Fuck you, you're all **** crazy." Haishen couldn't help but swear words came out.

"Should we not withdraw?" asked.

"Take a fart. We are here, now withdraw, you let our face go there?" Hai Shen wants to beat people, and now he is driving the ducks on the shelves, he has to do it or not to do it, he has no There is room for choice.

Really damned, they are all a bunch of lunatics, and you must keep the boss away from Shen Feihu when you go back.

Otherwise, you must be killed if you don't die.

At this time, Meng Ping was eating at a nearby roast duck restaurant, entertaining a customer from the south. Halfway through the meal, the little fat man came in in a panic, "The boss is not good, our magazine is surrounded."

Customers in the south were picking up vegetables, and they all fell on the table with a shake of their hands. "This...what's the situation?" Doesn't it mean the heart of the motherland? Why is this still happening during the day?

"Who led the team?" Meng Ping was calm. When Xu Mo was asked to write, he was mentally prepared.

"It's the depth of the sea."

"Hai Shen? It's okay, he won't really do it, don't worry, we will continue to eat." Meng Ping greeted people to continue, so that everyone should not worry.

The admiration of the southern customers is simply admirable.

No wonder the Second Young Master's business is so big, so courageous that others don't have.

As soon as the little fat man sat down tremblingly, someone rushed in.