I’m Really Scared

　　 (The seventh and eighth chapters may be a bit old-fashioned, but because they have a relationship with the subsequent plot, they can be skipped directly. There is basically no proportion behind the workplace plot)

　　 "Hangcheng Evening News" is a not-so-famous local newspaper.

　　 In other words, the paper media has declined in recent years, and most of them have no reputation except for the more famous newspapers. The newspaper office has a small office space, and there are not so many messy departments.

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

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

　　 Passing by 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 Deputy Editor-in-Chief Jiang Siyan's loud voice: "Tell me, the scene of the fire is obviously less than a hundred meters away from the newspaper office. As a result, our source of material is the citizen hotline and other media. , There is no first-hand material, all leftovers eaten by others, are you embarrassed? Huh?"

　　The title of the deputy editor-in-chief sounds pretty bluffing, but there are three deputy editor-in-chief in the "Hangcheng Evening News", and Jiang Siyan is only one of them.

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

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

　　 It was Jiang Siyan's turn this week.

　　 Although Guan Shan has only worked in the newspaper for half a year, he has roughly grasped the tempers of the three deputy editors.

　　 In general, the other two don't usually do anything. Only when they encounter big things, they will come out and chat.

　　 Jiang Siyan only likes to do two things, one is to teach, the other is to grasp the typical.

　　 "The precepts are already being done... the rest, I'm afraid they will be caught typical."

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

　　 "Crunch—"

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

　　 Guan Shan, who opened the door and walked in, immediately attracted the attention of all the staff.

　　 More than a dozen pairs of eyes were in silence, brushing the ground, looking over from light to light, 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 hides in the corner of the workstation, holding her head and looking sideways secretly, her eyes revealing a trace of concern.

　　 Guan Shan smiled at her, then turned his head cheeky, and nodded slightly at Jiang Siyan casually: "Jiang good."

　　—The name "Mr. Jiang" was learned by Guan Shan from a few senior reporters. It is said that Jiang Siyan himself is particularly fond of being called by others.

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

When 　　 stared straight over, there was a feeling of being caught by the dean of the dean of bad things in high school.

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

　　 Peng Fei is a chubby middle-aged man with a very honest face. At this moment, he winked at Guan Shan and hinted that he was "not good."

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

　　 It's a pity that things are counterproductive.

　　 "Stop."

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

　　 Sure enough... it started!

　　 Guan Shan belly slandered, a little impatient because of extreme sleepiness.

　　 He sighed inwardly, nodded and said, "It's me. I only left after correcting the two editions of the newsletter yesterday. Mr. Jiang, is there any problem?"

　　 Jiang Siyan suddenly lowered his face and said, "What's the problem? Do you know about the SX snack fire yesterday?"

　　 Guan Shan nodded naturally.

Before speaking, Jiang Siyan went on to say: "The police notified that the fire broke out at about one o'clock. You left at 12:30. I remember that you were going home and you were on the way. As a result, you couldn't even provide a clue. , Where is your ability as a reporter?"

　　 There is really no sense in this statement, it is pure anger.

　　 Guan Shan just hit the muzzle, let him play with the question!

　　In normal times, Guan Shan will definitely follow him at this time, and it will be over after dealing with it.

　　 But today is different.

　　 The thrilling moment of life and death last night, the fear, anger, and tension caused by this still linger in Guan Shan's mind.

　　 Although those pictures are just simulated, they are almost the same as the real ones. No normal person can be calm after experiencing these.

　　 What's more, he almost stayed up all night, and got up to go to work in the morning.

　　 At this moment, I was blamed again for no reason.

Guan Shan's emotions suddenly surged, but he still pressed his anger and said: "Mr. Jiang, you can't help telling the facts, right? It's half an hour from 12:30 to 1:00. SX snacks is 500 meters away from the newspaper. , Even if I walk slowly, I can’t see the store for half an hour. How can I provide clues?"

　　 Jiang Siyan didn't expect that the little reporter who had only been here for half a year would dare to refute, but he was worried that these old fritters and three sticks would not be able to make a fart, and there was no place to show his majesty.

　　 This kid is the material delivered to the door!

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

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

　　He lowered his face and pointed at Guan Shan: "I think, people like you don't have enough business ability, and even more lack of enthusiasm. They don't improve the newspaper at all. What are you keeping?"

trouble making! Reverse black and white!

Even if Guan Shan could bear it, Shen Dinghua couldn’t bear it. She stood up and said, “Deputy Editor Jiang, Guan Shan stayed so late last night because of the electronic layout. After finishing all the manuscripts, she was the last employee who left. In your eyes, is there no business ability and no enthusiasm?"

　　 Shen Dinghua said every word: "Are you going to deny the significance of the employees' efforts?"

　　 Jiang Siyan is noncommittal: "If the work is done, it doesn't mean it's done well-why not wait for you to send me the documents and let me see what it has been done?"

　　 He turned his head, and looked at Guanshan with a condescending and leisurely expression.

　　 It is clear that he is the boss. Is this manuscript well written? Isn't he in charge?

　　 is hard, the fist is hard!

Guan Shan was about to laugh with anger, took a deep breath, walked in front of Jiang Siyan, looked directly at each other, and said: "No, Mr. Jiang, since you think the reporter's ability lies in those photos, then... if I can get them. Woolen cloth?"

　　 He stared at the other person: "If I can get a picture of the fire scene, what would you say?"

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

　　 Regardless of whether you can get this photo, today you will either bow your head or be fired by me!

　　 Jiang Siyan's first reaction was to stop him, after all, he was here to Liwei, not for any photos.

　　 But when the words came to his lips, he hadn't spoken yet, UU reading www.uukanshu.com suddenly felt that he was touched behind his back.

"what!"

　　 Jiang Siyan screamed subconsciously, terrified.

　　Because he is now leaning against his desk, behind him... there is absolutely no one!

　　 He turned his head abruptly, only a desk in front of him.

　　 But the touch behind him is so clear, icy, and even with water stains...

　　 Jiang Siyan bit his scalp and stroked his back with his backhand.

　　 is really wet!

　　 Isn't it...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, and they looked blankly at him as if he had cramps.

Peng Fei next to 　　 hesitated and said, "What's the matter with you? How about..."

　　 Jiang Siyan recovered. Although he was still in shock, he still couldn't lose his momentum. He slapped the table and glared at Guan Shan: "What do you say...If you get it, then you have the ability!"

　　 The people below who kept their ears erected were stunned. Has this "Jiang Kong Jing" changed **** today?

　　 Just now, I was in a posture to kill people, so why do you "calculate you have the ability" now?

　　 "click."

　　 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 a woman in a beige dress was standing by the door.

　　 Her long dark hair was rolled up behind her head, and a beautiful face with elegant elegance and classical beauty was shining in the morning light. The calf under the skirt was slender and graceful.

　　 Peng Fei hurriedly greeted him: "Hello, President."

　　The person here is Li Zhiying, the editor-in-chief and president of the "Hangcheng Evening News".