People write diaries in American comics, and Iron Man collapses at the beginning

"Bell bell bell!"

"Bell bell bell!"

Following.

Zhou Cheng, who was sleeping groggily, was woken up by a very urgent mobile phone ringing.

"Who, this morning!"

"Don't let people sleep!"

People are very irritable when they are woken up from a deep sleep.

After Zhou Cheng subconsciously connected the phone, his tone was a little impatient.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, I see your wings are hardened, don't I?"

"Dare to talk to me in this tone?"

"Do you want to do it yet!" A

series of angry shouts suddenly came from the earpiece, and even the roof was about to overturn.

How does this sound sound so familiar?

Zhou Cheng's sleepiness disappeared instantly.

I took the phone and looked at it, sure enough. The

title of the note on the communication interface comes directly into view: SB.

Silly hanging?

Isn't this the stupid boss of the predecessor?

The blob of memories from the predecessor immediately flooded into his heart, making Zhou Cheng angry.

As we all know, racial discrimination in the United States is very serious.

Especially Asians, sometimes even have a lower status than Lao Hei.

The predecessor ostensibly worked for a very decent software company.

Glamorous, it is more face-saving to say.

But actually, it's all superficial.

In the company, the status of the predecessor is really not as good as that of a dog.

Needless to say, the widespread discrimination and unfair treatment that are usually everywhere.

His boss, Smith, alone is suffocating.

Zhou Cheng combed through the memories of the predecessor, and the old thing did not regard the predecessor as an adult at all. Drinking

at every turn, there is not the slightest good face.

The hardest and most tiring work is all handed over to the predecessor, and even his own work has to be completed by the protagonist.

Just four days ago.

The predecessor worked overtime to type the code for two consecutive all-night because he wiped Smith's ass.

Temo passed out at his workstation.

Smith then gave the predecessor two days off to let the predecessor go home and rest.

But speaking of a good rest, Smith still has to go to the home to compile the corresponding code.

What else can the predecessor of Bitter Persecution do?

Keep working overtime.

Outcome.

Directly died suddenly!

Tired of life.

What a hardship.

Because he fused all the memories of the predecessor and occupied the body of the predecessor, Zhou Cheng's empathy instantly reached its peak.

He heard Smith shouting five and six again, and he was angry on the spot.

"Is the code written?" You better give me good news.

"Otherwise I would have fired you, like a dog who lost his family..."

Smith's voice continued to come from inside the earpiece.

"Open, open your MB! Old SB!

Zhou Cheng directly interrupted Smith's words, and came up to greet him with a national curse.

Smith, on the other side of the earpiece, was immediately stunned.

"You were scolding me just now?"

"Do you know what you're doing? Is there water in your brain!

Through the earpiece, Zhou Cheng could also feel the other party's violent thunder.

"That's right, my brain got into the water to put up with you for so long."

"You pig-like disgusting white-skinned devil!"

"Didn't you want code? I wrote it.

"I will burn it to you when I go back to the grave!"

"Bye bye you!"

"Toot toot!"

Cursed bitterly, decisively hung up and pulled a black dragon.

Then he sneaked into the work group and shook out all the black material from Smith.

By the way, it was also sent to the big boss's mailbox.

And then. Delete the group,

withdraw from the group, and block all contact information.

After a fierce operation, Zhou Cheng was comfortable.

Predecessor, no thanks, I'm angry for you!

Of course.

After Zhou Cheng's wave of operations, the work was 100% unsuccessful.

But Zhou Cheng said that this is not a thing, just blowing the wind.

As a crosser with a big hanging, if you are still forced to work as a social animal, it will be too humiliating for the crosser, right?

What the?

Crossers also have to eat, and they have to spend money?

Zhou Cheng said that this is also not a problem.

When Tony Stark was kidnapped, he sold the house and exchanged it all for Stark Industries' stock.

Then wait for Iron Man to come out, Stark Industries' stock soared.

Isn't the money coming?

It's all trivial. Anyway, the

parents of the predecessor died in a car accident five years ago, and the old house in the family became Zhou Cheng's alone.

He has the final say in everything.

Not to mention.

In the future, maybe Zhou Cheng can get some other rewards, so that he can get a large amount of wealth.

Don't worry.

The most critical.

Or write a diary well and improve your strength, this is king!

Thinking of this, Zhou Cheng was full of energy again.

After a simple wash, I hastily got some breakfast mats.

Zhou Cheng couldn't wait to open the notebook again.

Beginning to use his mind, he began to write hard.

[People are in good spirits at happy events, and the ancients are sincerely not deceived! ]

】 [Then the fool is probably still doubting life now, right?]

[I really want to see what his expression is in person.] 【

That must be wonderful! 】 】

“sir！"

"The diary has been updated again!"

Villa Marbury.

Jarvis, who had been monitoring the movements of the diary, immediately began to remind Tony Stark.

Tony Stark's heart immediately moved.

Immediately stopped what he was doing, picked up the diary and ran to sit on the sofa.

I began to carefully "observe".

Glancing at it, hehe, it seems that today, Zhou Cheng's mood is quite good.

I just don't know what's going on.

[But in this case, Lao Tzu really has to count on big! ] 】

【Looking forward to another day when Big is kidnapped! 】 】

【Melon seed drinks and beer are ready, sit and wait! 】 Tony

Stark: "..."

This guy is poisonous!

You don't have to watch Lao Tzu being kidnapped every day, right?

Lao Tzu didn't offend you!

Also, what the hell is big!

Such a foul-smelling nickname, the guy can also think of it.

[It should be soon!]

】 [Yesterday I watched the news, the military has decided to award this year's Pole Award to Dazu. 】

[If memory serves, Big put Rhodes' pigeons at the award ceremony.

[Then, it seems that it didn't take long for him to be dragged by the Ten Commandments to strike iron in the cave. 】

[This won't be the retribution of no one in the big eye, right?] Ha ha!

Tony Stark's face froze suddenly.

He ignored Zhou Cheng's ridicule of himself, and was not surprised that he let the Rhode pigeon or anything.

That's really his Tony Stark style.

Tony Stark is most concerned about another very important thing right now.

Is the day of his own kidnapping approaching?

The military had already informed itself and presented itself with an award fifteen days later!

That is, I still have more than half a month?