After joining Hades

When Wen Bai came out of the bathroom, it was already dark outside.

The mobile phone on the coffee table was on for a while, pressed tightly against the glass surface, and spun lightly with the vibration frequency. After a sound of urns, there was no movement.

He walked over and looked down.

Five or six missed calls, all from the same person, his college roommate, Fang Leming.

More precisely, the former roommate.

Wen Bai is a senior this year, and in half a month he will officially graduate from the Finance Department of Nancheng University.

Because the task at hand was heavy, it was normal to burn the lights and fight at night. He was afraid of disturbing his roommate's rest, so he moved to an apartment near the school not long after the start of the next semester.

Wiping the water stains on his hands casually, Wen Bai leaned on the sofa and turned to Fang Leming.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you answering the phone?" Fang Leming spoke up as soon as the call was connected.

Wen Bai: "Bathing, what's the matter?"

Fang Leming, who was anxious at first, suddenly fell silent, and after a while, he said, "Xiaobai, do you know any reliable doctor?"

Wen Bai didn't recover from the sentence without beginning and end: "What?"

Just as he was talking, a gust of wind suddenly blew up outside, pushing in through the open window, and brought in a lot of raindrops.

The curtains were soon dizzy and the velvet color gradually darkened.

Wen Bai looked down along the curtain, there was also a small puddle on the ground, stained in the corner of the wall.

"Wait, I'll close the window first." Saying that, he got up and walked towards the window.

Nancheng is not a rainy city, but recently, for some reason, it started raining suddenly, and it didn't stop for more than ten days in a row. Even the originally scheduled graduation ceremony had to be postponed.

The strangest thing is that the rain came without warning, and the meteorological station failed to give a reasonable explanation, only repeatedly reminding to bring an umbrella when traveling.

Wen Bai raised his hand to close the window before continuing: "What did you just say?"

He seemed to hear the word "doctor", but Fang Leming's tone seemed to be different.

"I said, do you know any reliable doctors?"

"Ill?" Wen Bai frowned.

Fang Leming: "I want to send my dad to have a phone call."

Wen Bai: "..."

He knew it was not right.

"What did uncle do wrong again?"

Fang Leming paused: "I'm serious."

"My dad may really have a problem with his head."

It seems that the quarrel was quite fierce this time, Wen Bai thought to himself.

"What happened?" Wen Bai said.

Fang Leming took a deep breath: "I just found out that my dad asked the secretary for the company's Weibo account in the afternoon and said he was useful."

"Then he just came to me and asked how to operate Weibo."

Wen Bai did not doubt him: "That's good, didn't you always say that uncle should learn more about young people?"

Fang Leming: "But do you know what he wants the company account for?"

Wen Bai: "?"

Through the screen, Wen Bai heard a muffled sound similar to hitting a wall.

Then Fang Leming poured it out like a bamboo tube throwing beans.

"My dad, he plans to use the company account to help an unrelated pheasant company that has never heard of the company name to post a Weibo."

Wen Bai: "Yes."

"Huh? Well, it's over?" Fang Leming was afraid that Wen Bai didn't hear clearly, "The official account, although there are only Bailaihao fans, it is also a serious official account."

Wen Bai smiled.

It's not that he doesn't care.

After only four years, he already knew Fang Leming's way of getting along with his father.

The father-son relationship breaks down briefly every three days.

got used to.

"Then do you know why he retweeted this Weibo?"

Wen Bai let him continue, "Yes."

Fang Leming also seemed to be a little hesitant, paused for a long while, and then said: "Say someone called my grandfather next."

"Ah."

"let him……"

and many more.

what?

Wen Bai turned that sentence around in his mind, thinking that he had misheard, he hurriedly interrupted: "Wait, you just said your...who?"

"Your grandfather?"

Fang Leming: "Well, my grandfather."

Wen Bai: "?"

If he remembers correctly, Fang Leming's grandfather, the old man of the Fang family, passed away a year ago.

When the incident happened suddenly, Fang Leming was called back in a hurry, and he even helped to approve the leave slip.

Wen Bai originally thought that he could be so angry that he wanted to see a doctor, which should be a bit outrageous.

But no matter how outrageous it is, it is probably to use the official blog to repost a health tweet or something. Who knows, it is not outrageous, but bizarre.

There was a sudden death-like silence on both ends of the phone.

"The old man has been away for a year, and he has added friends with the 'lower people'," Fang Leming said faintly, breaking the silence, "Just say, awesome?"

Wen Bai said: "This..."

...It's terrible.

It might be too absurd, Fang Leming laughed while talking: "Then guess what the 'lower man' is doing calling my grandpa."

Wen Bai recalled Fang Leming's first words: "So that Weibo..."

Fang Leming: "Well, the people below let it go."

Wen Bai: "..."

Everything and what.

Fang Leming couldn't hold back anymore: "I'm fucking %￥#!"

"Uncle believed it?" It took Wen Bai a long time to squeeze out such a sentence.

Fang Leming: "If you don't believe me, can I call you?"

Wen Bai didn't speak for a long time.

Because of Fang Leming's relationship, he has met Fang Leming's father several times.

The Fang family is a rookie in Nancheng who started from real estate. Counting from the generation of Grandpa Fang Leming, they have developed step by step. By Fang Leming's time, they have already made quite a lot of achievements. Although they are definitely not as good as those families with entrenched roots, they are still small. fame.

To be honest, Wen Bai doesn't really believe that a person who can gain a foothold in a place like Nancheng would do some foolish things just because of a vain dream.

Wen Bai rubbed his forehead: "You didn't talk to your dad again?"

"We talked about it, why didn't we talk about it?" Fang Leming said, "But my dad won't listen to it at all."

"Do you know what he said?" Fang Leming changed his tone and imitated his father's tone and said, "Son, believe me, really, I know it's absurd, but you're not me, you don't know that feeling .”

"It's as if your grandpa is sitting in front of me and talking to me, that tone, that look, is your grandpa."

Fang Leming continued: "I can't compete with him, and I'm too lazy to fight, so I asked Grandpa to save face at the bottom, so why not you at the top? The company doesn't want it at the top?"

"Do you still want to hang out in the circle?"

The development of the matter was outrageous, and Wen Bai didn't know how to answer.

"And then? What did Uncle Fang say?"

"I didn't say anything, just sat on the sofa and sulked."

"Maybe he was too angry, so he said he would send me to The Metamorphosis."

"I said don't forget about Metamorphosis, just take one step and send me to reunite with grandpa."

Wen Bai: "..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Wen Bai still said aloud.

After all, life and death are impermanent, and it is not a good thing to talk about it.

Seeing him calm down a bit, Wen Bai finally asked about something serious: "Have you read that Weibo?"

"What Weibo?"

"The one your dad wants to transfer."

Fang Leming was about to speak when Wen Bai added: "I mean the specific content."

Wen Bai and Fang Leming have been together for four years, and he knows Fang Leming's temperament very well, especially when it comes to his father, who is a spinning top with sparks, and often won't come out when it turns a little, so he ignores it. many other things.

Sure enough, as soon as Wen Bai finished speaking, the other party fell into silence again.

When he spoke again, his voice was already obviously guilty, and even the volume was directly lowered a few degrees: "I raised my mouth, but my mind is not all about my grandpa's entrusting the dream, so... no Ask more."

"Then is there this Weibo?" Wen Bai continued.

Wen Bai's voice was unhurried, separated by a layer of screen, it was even suppressed a little distorted.

But Fang Leming on the other end of the phone suddenly felt a thump in his heart.

Do you have this Weibo...

What does it mean to have this Weibo?

Fang Leming inexplicably let out a little cold air behind his back: "Xiaobai, what do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting." Wen Bai said.

"Go and ask your uncle first, which Weibo did your grandfather ask him to repost, and if there is such a Weibo."

Fang Leming got a clue: "...OK."

"Remember to be calm and ask specific questions."

"Oh." The little spinning top was dumbfounded, even a little cute.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Bai leaned back on the sofa chair.

The reason why he said this was not that he thought there was this Weibo, on the contrary, he felt that there was no such Weibo at all, it was just that Uncle Fang had a strange and realistic dream.

But Fang Le was obviously focused on competing with his father, ignoring this point.

After 10 minutes, the screen turns on again.

This time Fang Leming did not call, but sent a WeChat message.

When Wen Bai caught his eye, he saw a string of ellipses that were so long that they blurred the eyes.

Fang Leming: "........."

"It's over, Xiaobai."

Seeing those four words, Wen Bai was worried: "Really?"

???

Fang Leming: "Not only is there, but it's also exactly the same as my dad's back, even the punctuation marks."

Wen Bai: "Recited?"

Fang Leming: "Well, my dad said that grandpa knew that he had a bad memory. In his dream, he was pressed and recited seven or eight times by grandpa before he was released."

Wen Bai: "..."

If it wasn't inappropriate, he really wanted to say that Grandpa Fang is really rigorous.

"Is it possible that uncle saw it before going to bed, or heard it by chance somewhere?" Wen Bai tried his best to find a plausible excuse for this matter.

"I looked for it. The Weibo was posted last night, and there were only Weibo news. I couldn't find any other newspaper broadcasts. My dad just downloaded Weibo this afternoon."

Wen Bai: "..."

Fang Leming: "Xiaobai, don't keep sending ellipses, just say something, I, I'm panicking."

Wen Bai is also panicking now.

But Fang Le obviously didn't notice it, only knew that for him now, Wen Bai was his guiding light.

"Didn't you ask me to check if there is this Weibo first? Then?"

"No then."

"Because I thought it wasn't."

The guiding lights went out instantly.

"Even if there is, there should be a big difference."

It's not like it is now, don't say anything wrong, even the punctuation marks are right.

Fang Leming: "..."

"Xiaobai, I want to sleep at your house today, is that okay?"

Wen Bai was puzzled: "Yes, yes."

Before he could ask the reason, the other side turned back faster: "I'm afraid that grandpa will come home to see me tonight, and grandpa and grandson will be reunited."

Wen Bai: "..."

"Fuck!"

"noob!!!"

Wen Bai felt that sooner or later he would be frightened by Fang Leming's short-sightedness and have problems.

What's wrong with this?

"That post is a hot search on Weibo!! Xiaobai, go check it out!!!"

"I'll pack up and come over right away!"

In the next second, Fang Leming casually threw a link over.

Wen Bai looked at the link, was taken aback for a moment, and then resigned himself to his fate and clicked in.

After dinner, it happened to be Friday again, when Weibo was the busiest time.

No one expected that a company called "Dongtai" and a recruitment notice firmly occupying the C position would be born out of nowhere.

Rao Wen Bai, who doesn't usually read these entertainment information, couldn't help but utter a few words the moment he saw this recruitment notice.

Not to mention a group of netizens who are used to surfing, it is simply making waves on the bottom line of their passion for secondary creation.

No one, because the recruitment notice is written like this: Due to the company's development needs, we are specially recruiting a personal assistant for the boss, with no restrictions on education, age, gender, and region. You can sign up by forwarding this Weibo, When the number of participants reaches 81, the lottery will be drawn automatically.

Even with punctuation marks, just 65 words, full of information.

If you have to say it, there are only two sentences.

Good guy.

I'm fucking straight dude.

For a moment, like boiling water into boiling oil, as soon as the mobile phone keypad is activated, everyone starts to be happy.

[Sad Pig Dachang: Where is this pheasant here to add drama to himself? 】

[Dongtou is fleeing village flower: I ate three catties of poisonous mushrooms from Yunnan to induce hallucinations, and none of the villains can dance like this little pheasant! 】

[Girlfriend outside the Ultraman circle: You may not believe it, but my job was drawn by lottery. 】

[Wang Zai Little Fist: @青华大学, come in and learn, tomorrow I will see your school’s microblog of the same lottery draw, fulfilling my Tsinghua dream, I hope you will not be ignorant of flattery. 】

[Cherry Belly: It is recommended to send it to 1818 Golden Eye. 】

[I am shaking flower hands in Qingqing Grassland: Just after the middle of the year, the number one in the annual sand sculpture news list has been released, @胶解行动大奖。 】

Wen Bai laughed at it, and then scrolled down to comment, but it was serious.

Someone specifically checked this company. Not only is it not a pheasant company, but it is very formal, and the registered capital seems to be not low.

But because the operation of this lottery draw is really not like what a regular company can do, it was quickly buried in the ridicule of the crowd, and was tightly suppressed by the people above.

Wen Bai looked at the word "Lu Zheng", that is, the nominal boss of Dongtai, and thought for a while.

Logically speaking, for such a large company, the relevant legal person should have matching information.

But Wen Bai searched around, but found nothing.

Just as it appeared out of nowhere.

In just a few minutes, all the major entertainment marketing accounts came to hear the news. When the voices of "the scumbags are black, and they can even make this kind of money" intensified, Pheasant Company suddenly updated a Weibo .

Wen Bai refreshed casually.

I saw the above added: The salary starts at one million, and can be increased as appropriate, and the benefits are negotiable. The address is as follows.

Followed by an address.

The first villa.

Every inch of land and gold in Nancheng is rich and powerful, or wealthy businessmen, the No. [-] villa where idlers are not allowed to enter.

Wen Bai: "..."