Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

Night, bright moon in the sky

In a room decorated with pink hello kitty, a girl curled up into a ball and wrapped herself in a white silk quilt. A few strands of naughty black hair escaped and were scattered on a large, soft white pillow.

With a soft "squeak" sound, the bedroom door was opened from the outside and immediately closed again. A thin figure walked in lightly...

As if telepathic, the girl on the bed whispered, "Go away, don't bother me, I don't want to see you in the future... ah, no, don't leave me..."

The bedside lamp was turned on gently, revealing the face of the night attacker, but it was Feng Tingting in pajamas!

The white warm light lit up, and the girl on the bed was awakened. She half-covered her forehead with her palms, with a look of surprise on her face, "Tingting, why is it you???"

Feng Tingting snorted coldly and jumped on the big bed, "Then who do you hope for?...If you don't lock the door in the middle of the night, you must have something in your heart!"

Li Yunxin yawned, hugged the quilt and sat up, half leaning on the head of the bed, looking directly at her uninvited best friend.

Feng Tingting did not have any guilty conscience, but asked confidently, "When you go to bed at night, you leave the door open, do you hope that someone will touch the bed in the middle of the night? Now that you see it is me, are you very disappointed?... The little pervert can come,

Why can’t I come!”

If a monk can touch it, so can I! It seems to make sense.

Li Yunxin spoke awkwardly and moved half of the bed away, but unconsciously tightened the quilt around her body.

Feng Tingting rolled her eyes, rushed towards her best friend, and asked with a smile, "Yunxin, did you have an erotic dream just now... Let me see if your clothes are dry..."

One pretended to be a pervert, the other resisted desperately, and the two got into a fight.

After a while, whispers came from the room, which suddenly turned into violent breathing.

…

In the early morning of Los Angeles, Mr. Draghi was walking helplessly on the street.

The world has been peaceful recently, and there is no eye-catching news, which makes him extremely disappointed; the number of subscribers to the website continues to decrease, and some investors have tactfully proposed to withdraw their capital.

Maybe a cup of hot coffee can dispel the chill in your heart?

A 2-meter-tall man came over and struck up a conversation, "Oh, man, you are so discerning. The scenery in Los Angeles at four o'clock in the morning is the most beautiful!"

Draghi squinted his eyes and took a closer look at the uninvited guy: wide sunglasses covering half of his face, shiny earrings on his ears, wearing loose clothes, and a large tattoo could be vaguely seen.

The advantage of height brought great oppression, which made the nervous Draghi feel nervous and unconsciously touched the holster on his waist.

Los Angeles at night is not a peaceful community, it is full of violence, drugs, and gangsters.

As if he didn't see the other person's nervousness, the black young man smiled mysteriously and said loudly, "Man, the sun is the most beautiful right now, isn't it?... This is my secret. I have never told anyone that you are number one.

A secret sharer!”

Without waiting for Draghi to respond, the young black man patted the opponent on the shoulder and strode forward. The basketball in his hand was like an elf, constantly spinning and jumping on his fingertips.

Draghi looked confused. He suddenly thought of something and raised his voice, "Fe2O3?! I like you very much. I am your fan... Don't go. What happened to the Eagle County incident? Are you chasing the big shark?"

Run away? Did you and Jenny have an affair?...Don’t run away, I still have a lot of questions!"

The young black man staggered, then accelerated quickly and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Draghi ran a few steps and found no sign of Kobe. He was so angry that he tore off his tie, held his knees with both hands, and kept breathing heavily.

The phone in my trouser pocket beeped, and I received another email.

He glanced dully twice, his eyes were round and he smiled.

To hell with coffee and Kobe.

Back in the office, Draghi shouted to the assistant, "Ann, turn on the computer quickly and update the "Draghi Report" quickly... friendly negotiation, peaceful breakup, a bunch of stinky shit!"

Even though several years have passed, he still harbors hatred for Fox, who fired him, and hopes to slap him in the face and make him cry out in pain and beg him to go back!

The assistant lady wore black tortoiseshell eyes and said with a serious smile, "The matter involves the Film Association. You do not have the authority to publish it. I will wait until Mr. James authorizes it tomorrow..."

Draghi was furious and pushed down the neat folders. "Shit, the "Draghi Report" is my little baby. I don't need any authorization... publish it immediately."

Five years ago, his newspaper received an exclusive revelation, but after high-level discussions, it was decided to collect relevant information first and wait until the matter was further clarified before reporting. Draghi, who was an intern at the newspaper, rummaged through the trash can and found this article.

News is like finding a treasure.

After returning home, he immediately announced it on his personally named blog "The Drudge Report" and became the first media reporter to report on Clinton's "Zippergate".

The assistant lady remained unmoved and continued calmly, "Sir, all of this is just speculation. The American Film Institute is not our group. The backstage is Warner, Disney, and Fox..."

This email: Describes the American Motion Picture Association as a Goliath who does all evil and conforms to the past; and describes the newly established oil country as a heroic David with a spirit of resistance.

Draghi clenched his fists and lowered his head helplessly, "Then send the information in the first email first! We will see whether to send the second one based on the follow-up development."

The United States is a company disguised as a country. It would rather offend the government and gangs than the big companies that hold funds.

Another identity is a talk show actor. In the show, he can ridicule and satirize the US government and even President George W. Bush, but he still has to show respect for big companies.

…

San Bruno in the early morning is still shrouded in the morning light

A boy wearing a peaked cap and a face full of freckles threw a package at the door of the yard, and then whizzed past.

Well-dressed middle-class children pedaling bicycles wildly through neighborhoods and throwing newspapers onto the neatly manicured lawns of subscribers' homes have become one of the symbols of the American dream.

Feng Tingting quickly opened the door, picked up the newspaper with a smile, and murmured to herself, "The third newspaper, now there are four newspapers..."

After quickly scanning the title, he became depressed again, crumpled the newspaper into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

Sun Buqi was half lying on the sofa, looking at the milk-soaked cereal in front of him, with a bitter look on his face, and curled his lips, "Little girl, are you performing a Sichuan Opera face-changing show?"

He raised the milk in his hand and drank it all, and couldn't help but joke, "In the movie "Forrest Gump", Forrest Gump is the paper boy. I thought they would stuff it into the mailbox."

Li Yunxin pursed her lips and chuckled, "Sun Jun, please bear with me. We have just moved here and have not prepared any ingredients. California law stipulates that only US Postal Service personnel have the right to use mailboxes; other people or company mailboxes can place newspapers and advertisements.

Books are all illegal."

Feng Tingting threw off her slippers and lay down on the sofa. She couldn't help but complain, "When it snows heavily in winter, newspapers are often buried in the snow. After being crushed by the wheels, they turn into pulp... Oh my god.

,Why is there no scandal involving oil country folk?!”

"Be patient, it will be there soon!" Sun Buqi rolled up his sleeves, walked into the kitchen, and asked loudly, "Yunxin, fry some eggs for you two! I worked so hard last night, so I must make up for it."

The two girls were so immobilized that they did not dare to speak anymore.