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    Wang Lu has been familiar with nightmares since he was a child. If you are looking for the toilet in your dream, you can solve the problem by peeing directly in the dream - you are guaranteed to wake up from the dream immediately.  Although doing this will make your quilt wet and your mother will nag you, it is better than holding it in your dream and getting a stomachache.

    Wang Lu woke up.

    He is sitting in the website office, sitting in front of his computer.

    Ring - the phone rang.

    Wang Lu picked it up lazily: "Hey¡ª¡ª"[]

    What came from the receiver was the director's voice: "Wang Lu, have you handled the complaint from a netizen a few days ago?"

    Wang Lu cheered up as soon as he heard the voice: "Boss, that complaint is nonsense. He said that the news about a celebrity giving birth to a second child that was published on our website a few days ago was to promote violations of family planning, but I checked  Well, that celebrity is from Wanwan, so they don¡¯t have to worry about family planning at all.¡±

    The director¡¯s voice was full of exhaustion: ¡°Please explain it on Weibo, this is a big deal.¡±

    Wang Lu put down the phone and shook his head. He stood up, leaned over and said to the colleague sitting next to him: "Who are the netizens nowadays? You will die if you try to get married before you complain. It will make me have to spend more time to reply."  Their idiot questions.¡±

    The colleague next door was a woman. She raised her head and said, "I can't help it. Those netizens retweeted it countless times on Weibo. Even if we clarified it later, we would have been scolded by the people who didn't know the truth."

    Wang Lu stared at his female colleague, motionless. The female colleague's nose was gone, only two dark holes were exposed. There was also a large and deep hole on the left cheek, which could be seen when the female colleague spoke.  The gums inside were moving.

    Wang Lu took a deep breath, stood up, and dragged his chair to the window.

    The website office is on the 12th floor. The windows push outward. Wang Lu stood on a chair and struggled to squeeze into the narrow window of the push-out window. He pushed with both hands and turned towards the bustling Zhongshan West Road downstairs.  When the traffic flowed away, my heart was filled with joy.

    I will definitely wake up from this dream

    ¡­¡­

    It was past midnight, and Chen Wei, who had been standing beside Wang Bi'an's bed for a long time, still couldn't let go of Wang Lu, so she returned to the kitchen, wanting to be with Wang Lu at the last moment of his life.

    Xie Ling, who was sitting cross-legged by the wire bed, saw Chen Wei come in and stood up with the woodcutter in her hand. Her legs were numb for a while and she could only call out in a low voice: "Sister."

    Chen Wei looked at the woodcutter in Xie Ling's hand, her eyes twitched, and she felt a sharp pain in her heart. She had just seen Xie Ling holding this knife outside the window to kill Wang Lu, and she almost killed him by slamming the door in with all her strength.  Xie Ling strangled him to death, but now - now she could only watch Wang Lu being killed by the same person and the same knife.

    Chen Wei said in a hoarse voice: "Let me stay with him - I will leave when he changes."

    ¡°When Wang Lu turns into a zombie, I won¡¯t stop you from killing it.

    Xie Ling glanced at Wang Lu on the steel wire bed without doubt, and saw the nylon rope tied to him and the bed frame - it should be fine. After Wang Lu turned into a zombie, she had enough reaction time, so she let Chen Wei  Stay.

    Xie Ling said nothing and silently gave up her position at the head of the bed.

    Chen Wei sat on the bedside and did nothing. She just stared at Wang Lu's face. She could no longer shed tears. In despair, she could only stare at the man who was on the verge of death. The man she once thought would accompany him.  A man for life.

    The love between Chen Wei and Wang Lu originated from a deposit slip.

    That is an old-fashioned handwritten deposit slip from a rural credit cooperative.  The deposit slip is very special. It says "five thousand yuan" in the uppercase column, but "5,000 yuan" in the lowercase column.

    The owner of the deposit slip is an honest and fawning old farmer couple from Chen Wei¡¯s hometown. Their daughter works as a nanny in Hong Kong, and the pension money sent back to her parents is deposited in the credit union.  That day, the old farmer and his wife needed money for an urgent matter, so they took the deposit slip to get it. Only then did they and the credit union discover that there was such a big mistake on the deposit slip.

    The credit union insisted that it only deposited 5,000 yuan, and the old farmer and his wife naturally insisted that it was 50,000 yuan.  At the end of the argument, the aggressive credit union employees kicked the old couple out and threatened to call the police to accuse them of fraud if they continued to cause trouble.

    After the old farmer couple had no choice but to go home, they had no choice but to turn to someone they thought was a respectable person in the village.  Because Chen Wei is the only one in the village who has gone to college to become a teacher, even though she is young, she is still sought after by the old farmer and his wife as a lifeline.

    At that time, Chen Weinen was so tender that water would drip from her mouth when pinched. She was naive, enthusiastic, ignorant and fearless. When she heard that such a thing happened, she wrote a letter of complaint on the spot, and as soon as the stamp was affixed, she sent it toA local newspaper that had not yet become a website.

    The letter fell into the hands of Wang Lu, who was still a reporter.

    Because these types of complaint letters do not have specific names of recipients, they are all thrown into a large file box in the mail room. There are a lot of them every day, but few reporters will look through them.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? It¡¯s too late to go to meetings every day to catch up on the news. Who wants to write this kind of complaint draft? It often contains trivial things. If it¡¯s really a big deal - then no one is willing to write it.

    Wang Lu actually went looking for stamps that day. He was still interested in collecting stamps at that time. He often used scissors to cut off the interesting stamps on the letters. As for the letters, of course he threw them back.  To be honest, stamps on ordinary mail rarely have any collection value. Wang Lu just thinks it is fun.

    The guy cut out a few letters and happened to turn to the complaint letter written by Chen Wei. Because the handwriting on the cover was well-written - Wang Lu himself had written a dog crawling calligraphy, but because of his bad handwriting, he was everywhere.  The newspaper office was the first to buy a personal computer for printing, and later switched to online editing - so I took it apart and took a look.

    It has to be said that Wang Lu was still very passionate back then, and he wanted to be a good reporter who prayed for the people. He ranked first among all newspapers in terms of the number of critical reports he wrote every month. Naturally, he was sued to the boss more often than not.  First.  The funniest thing is that before the Spring Festival one year, the bosses of the newspaper were invited to a certain county to contact each other. Here they were drinking wine at night, but over there Wang Lu was investigating the theft of a village cadre in the county under heavy snow.  The matter of cutting down trees.  Because the bosses were not at home that day, the editor on duty actually published the critical report smoothly and even posted it on the front page.

    As you can imagine afterwards, the county leaders and newspaper leaders were very upset when they saw the front page of the newspaper early the next morning. This was a slap in the face, but in front of Wang Lu, they had to praise him for his writing.  Well done.

    In short, Wang Lu is just a self-righteous fool.  After reading this beautifully written complaint letter, Leng Touqing immediately felt a sense of justice. He returned to the office, picked up his interview bag, and went to the countryside.  It was already past 3 pm at that time. Who would bother to go to the countryside for interviews? Therefore, Leng Tou Qing was Leng Tou Qing.
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