The huge wave sweeping the anime world

"My hands, my feet, my little brother, why did they shrink? Don't make fun of me, I was quite big back then."

Morgans was surprised at the changes in his body, but he could not defend himself after seeing the changes in a certain fatal part.

"Have some idea in mind, you are just a toothpick"

Heisenberg saw Morgause pulling up his trousers to watch the bird. If the mechanical eyes had not been super reinforced, they would have fallen out.

Although the two of them determined the initial demands of the alliance, they were not close enough to share the troubles of growing up with each other on the first day.

"It's okay, buddy. You will become a towering tree in the future. Don't lose heart and don't be impatient. I will take good care of you this time so that you won't fail halfway like last time. I am looking forward to the day when you can ride on the body of the Celestial Dragon."

Morgans seemed to have made up his mind that since God had given him another chance to start over, he must cherish this time.

We can no longer carry out indiscriminate bombing day and night, and the best steel must be used where it is needed most.

"Ah? Do you have such a unique taste?"

Heisenberg looked at Morganus with a determined face, and for the first time, he felt a little admiration for him. In his memory, those female celestial dragons were all land beasts that could be activated by pressing F, but Morganus actually took the initiative to approach them. This kind of "courage" was not something that ordinary people could possess. After all, tanks could easily crush small infantrymen holding water guns.

"No, this is a desire to conquer. As long as I think that the partner who is carrying me to build a pyramid is a celestial dragon, I will..."

"Stop, that's enough. If you say more, your friends won't be able to watch this part."

Heisenberg strangled Morgause's wild desire to fly freely, took out an OP with an operating instruction manual from his arms, and handed it to Morgause, who felt a little guilty but overly excited.

"Then, then, then me"

After looking down at the OP, Morgans raised his head and wanted to ask Heisenberg, who was standing in front of him before he looked down, something else.

But when he looked up, Heisenberg was gone. He looked left and right and turned around to look behind him, but there was no one there. The only person standing in Heisenberg's place was Sherf, the former president of Nanhai News Agency who discovered the lucrative theme of "If the Light Deceives Me Three Days" and now one of the editors-in-chief of the news section of the newspaper headquarters.

"Ah, President, why am I here? Do you want to talk to me about something?"

It was like having an endless dream, but when I woke up I was not on the big soft bed at home, but on the hard floor of the president's office; what woke me up was not the gentle arms of my girlfriend, but President Morgans's big mouth one after another.

"Why did you hit me? It's really not my fault that Lao Bai disappeared. After I was transferred to the headquarters, I stopped interfering in the affairs of the Nanhai News Agency branch. Lao Bai's affairs really have nothing to do with me. President, you have to believe me. I have made contributions to the newspaper and I have shed blood for first-hand news."

Sherf begged desperately. He heard from his colleagues that the president said that he wanted to disband all the people in the South China Sea branch, and this must be the reason why he appeared in the president's office for no apparent reason.

The president has gone so crazy that anyone involved in the South China Sea will be fired or even beaten.

He felt very sad. When he was at the Nanhai News Agency branch, he had always been in contact with Lao Bai through letters. Not to mention knowing each other, he had never even met him once. No, he had never met him even once.

"Are you feeling any discomfort? Is your head okay? Are the kids still here?"

Morgans remembered the details that were missed by ecstasy. When Heisenberg appeared, he said that he had marks on the bodies of the newspaper staff. It should be that he used telepathy to control Shelf's body and change his appearance.

Shelf was stunned by the president's sudden concern. When he was promoted from the South China Sea branch a few months ago, the president didn't even raise his eyelids to look at him. How could he be so enthusiastic now and even care about his important part?

"I, I'm fine, I don't feel any discomfort"

Sherf touched his slightly red and swollen face and answered aggrievedly.

He originally wanted to say that his face hurt, but the president's wings were still in a slapping gesture. If he admitted it, the president would probably continue beating him.

He didn't want to take the risk. After all, he could still tolerate being slapped a few times for no reason, but he couldn't tolerate being slapped for no reason and in the open.

I'm here to work, not to suffer.

"Go out and call all the important people in the newspaper to the conference room. Those with red on their shoulders or above, come in. I have something important to announce."

The newspaper staff under him were strictly divided into different levels according to color, and the level was assessed based on their past achievements and contributions.

The red color is a watershed that divides ordinary workers from management. Some journalists who want to be independent and have made certain achievements will also be promoted. It does not mean that only management have the opportunity for promotion.

Morgans had always wanted to give Old White the highest-colored clothes so that he could completely integrate into the newspaper community, but he was always rejected because he didn't want to travel far.

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"I want to hype up the reputation of "If the Three Days of Light Deceived Me" at a certain stage, so starting from next week's newspaper, we will launch these two activities. When you take a look, re-edit the text and prepare for publication."

"You guys will make the decision on the planning of the pre-heating activities. Today's meeting is to discuss the pre-heating plan."

Morgans sat in the main seat in the conference room with his arms and legs folded. Facing Maha and the Five Elders, he was indeed a little timid, but all the people in this office were his subordinates.

He always has absolute hegemony within the small area of ​​this island.

"This card collection activity is very creative, but the rewards are too high. Will it affect our income statement? And can we achieve these rewards?"

Rollav was very happy that Morgans, who had always been greedy and stingy, would be so generous. The only drawback was that this generosity did not involve increasing their salaries.

But as one of the managers of financial management, his starting point of thinking is to save costs and increase efficiency. He believes that many readers will buy into the numbers on the activity report even if one or two zeros are removed.

"The probability of getting a gold card can be adjusted to the lowest, making it a luxury item that only nobles can draw. Or we can manipulate it behind the scenes and let the nobles draw these, but not draw them all, so that they can't stop."

A reporter in red clothes proposed his plan, which was very bold because the content of the activity stated that it must be purely random, but his plan was equivalent to a referee going out to play football.

"First, I asked you to discuss the pre-event issues. The transportation and release of the cards and all the event contents have been decided. You don't need to discuss it anymore."