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Rush hour passes quickly.

The entrance to the building slowly became deserted.

But at this moment, there was a man in ill-fitting clothes, carrying a suitcase and hurried towards the door of the building.

He was sweating profusely and looked very anxious, as if he had just gotten off the bus and ran all the way over.

At the door, he was stopped by building security.

Probably not an employee of Dongchen.

I couldn't help but take a second look and found that his clothes were really funny.

It was obviously a suit, but the top was too small and short, and the pants were baggy, as if one size too big.

With this look, if you put a mustache on him and a tall hat, he could play Chaplin.

Wait, Chaplin?

Today happens to be Friday, isn't he the comedian who is going to perform?

The man was carrying his suitcase and anxiously explained a few words to the security guard.

The security guard seemed dubious and still didn't let him in. Instead, he turned around and called to verify.

The man stood hurriedly at the door waiting.

My heart moved, and I quickly paid and left the fast food restaurant.

"Hello." I walked quickly to the man and greeted him with a friendly smile.

As I got closer, I discovered that he had put on makeup, his face was painted a little white, and his curly hair parted in the middle was spread out on both sides.

He was about forty years old, with a slightly bulging beer belly. Coupled with the clothes, he looked very clumsy.

The middle-aged man looked around, pointed at himself, and asked doubtfully: "Are you calling me?"

"Yes, you are a comedy performer here to perform, right?" I laughed.

"Ah? No, I'm here to apply for a job. Are you a building employee?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and smiled politely.

"I'm an electrician, here to check the circuit. I forgot to bring my card. Can I go up with you later?"

I was wearing ordinary clothes and carrying an old backpack. I did not look like a glamorous white-collar worker.

"Oh, okay."

The middle-aged man didn't think much and nodded while holding the suitcase.

The security guard quickly completed the verification, opened the gate, and waved to the funny-dressed middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man nodded gratefully to the security guard and passed through the turnstile.

I quickly followed.

"Hey, what do you do?"

"I'm with him."

I was so fast that I slipped past the gate before it closed. Without giving the security guard time, I followed the funny-looking man to the elevator entrance.

"Are you in a hurry too?" The middle-aged man gave me a strange look.

"Yes, there is a power outage in one office. They have to work overtime tonight and are anxious." I smiled and asked casually: "It's already time to get off work, can I still apply?"

"The person they recruited before was unable to come due to something unexpected, so they asked me to come as a contingency. If they can pass the interview, they will start performing directly tonight."

"I really hope you can succeed, and I can watch your performance later." I said curiously, "I haven't seen a comedy show live yet!"

"I'm not a professional comedian, I'm just a wild person. I usually perform at events held by some small businesses. Seeing that the price is high, I came here to give it a try, but it may not work."

The middle-aged man smiled unconfidently and seemed nervous.

I noticed that the clothes he wore were very cheap and rough in workmanship. The threads were not cut in many places.

There is a greasy and sour smell on his body, and he looks like a person who does not live a well-off life.

"Then I wish you good luck."

"thanks, thanks."

The elevator came and I walked in with him.

Standing in the spacious and clean elevator, he looked very unnatural, shrinking his body as much as possible, as if he was afraid of soiling the floor.

"Brother, which floor are you going to?"

"Personnel Department, 21st Floor."

After I pressed the 21st floor, I pressed the top 33rd floor.

I heard that the top floor of a commercial building is usually where the top managers work.

If you want to know what kind of secrets are hidden in this majestic building, the best place to start is here.

Maybe the people who got off work in the building had almost left, and the people who worked overtime wouldn't go downstairs, so the elevator didn't stop halfway.

The 21st floor will arrive soon.

"Brother, I wish you success."

"thanks, thanks."

The middle-aged man nodded gratefully, took a breath and stepped out of the elevator.

Metal door closed.

The elevator continues to rise.

Ding--

When we reached the 30th floor, the elevator stopped and the metal door opened.

A pure girl in a white shirt walked in holding a pile of documents.

I couldn't see her face clearly, because the pile of documents was already higher than her head, and it was crumbling with her movements.

The elevator continues to rise.

Although the girl tried hard to maintain her balance, the pile of documents was still scattered to the ground with a clatter.

The girl uttered an ouch and knelt down to pick it up hurriedly.

I picked up a few copies for her.

One of the titles is called Angel Project.

"Thank you so much. If the information is delivered late, I will be scolded by the manager again."

The files were piled up again, and the 32nd floor arrived.

The girl didn't even have time to see who I was, so she ran out of the elevator in a panic.

Life is not easy for office workers, especially interns like her.

Just now when I bent down to help her pick up documents, I accidentally saw her work badge.

I didn't pay attention to the name and saw the word "intern".

Soon, the 33rd floor arrived.

I stepped out of the elevator and looked around.

The corridors are brightly lit.

Each floor of this building has a large area.

Especially the top floor looks particularly spacious and majestic because there are fewer workshops.

I looked around and walked slowly along the corridor.

The floor was covered with gray carpet, and the sound was very quiet when walking.

The entire floor was quiet. Except for the corridor, there were no lights on in the office. No one should be working.

The president's office is easy to find.

Because the space distribution on the top floor is super simple, except for the large conference room, it is the president's room.

This office occupies one-third of the entire floor.

Through the large double-open glass doors, you can see the desk of the president's secretary inside at a glance.

The lights were off, it was quiet inside, and there shouldn't be anyone there.

The doors in the office are usually unlocked, so I pushed open the glass door and slipped in quietly.

I crossed the secretary's desk and went directly to the president's office.

The majestic and spacious transparent floor-to-ceiling windows have a very good view, and you can see the bright and prosperous lights of the city at a glance.

Faint light from a distance leaked in, and you could vaguely see what was going on in this luxurious office without turning on the lights.

I came to the large desk.

The table was clean and tidy. There was a high-end computer and a golden metal pen holder with several high-end pens inserted in it.

No frills.

The entire office is simple and elegant, yet luxurious.

Then, I pulled the drawers of my desk. As expected, every one of them was locked.

This doesn't bother me.

I took out the small wire and inserted it into the keyhole to tinker with it.

But before it was opened, there were sudden sounds of hurried footsteps outside.

Then, with a snap, the lights came on.