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The abstract made a "ding" sound, and a floating window quickly popped up in the lower right corner of the computer, indicating that a new email had entered the mailbox.

Tan Bin is immersed in writing meeting minutes. He glanced casually.

It was already nine ten in the evening, and the office was silent. In a space of several hundred square meters, she was the only one still burning the midnight oil.

The sender of the email is Liu Bingkang, executive chairman of MPL China.

Tan Bin shrugged and continued writing her notes.

Mr. Kenny Liu is separated from her by at least three floors, and they are inseparable from each other. It is probably nonsense like a letter to all employees.

After finishing the last sentence, Tan Bin looked up, stretched, drank water, and clicked on the email just now. She was stunned.

The letter contained only one sentence in simple English: Cheng Ruimin will leave with immediate effect and will no longer serve as the general manager of Greater China.

Tan Bin read this sentence countless times to confirm that it was not an illusion of his own eyes, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

Cheng Ruimin has been working for nine years and has gradually risen from representative to general manager. He is almost a veteran. With his status, if his resignation was a normal one, the president should have written it himself, expressed his gratitude to the disgusting words, and then announced it to the world.

We all hang out in the same circle, and we don’t meet each other when we look up. This is the most basic courtesy and respect. But this email is obviously an anomaly.

Tan Bin walked to the window and stared blankly at the familiar lights and land at the foot of the building.

This night was similar to any other night in early summer. The breeze was blowing on my face, the night was as cool as water, the car lights on the overpass were shining, it was a sleepless night in the area.

Tan Bin felt his palms were cold. She had seen texts with similar content once when she first entered MPL five years ago. The process was extremely cruel, so I was very impressed.

That time, the Asia-Pacific region and the Greater China region were separated. The board of directors was divided into divisions, and there was a bloody battle for a few positions.

Tan Bin hesitated, as if she should give one to her boss Yu Yonglin immediately, but she was really worried that she was neurotic.

Yu Yonglin is the Northern District Director of MPL. His wife has been pregnant for several months and has transformed him into a model stay-at-home man who comes home from get off work on time at six o'clock every day.

Three minutes later, Tan Bin finally pressed Yu Yonglin’s code.

Not for anything else, just because Yu Yonglin was brought in by Cheng Ruimin, and the two were college classmates, grasshoppers on a rope.

"Cherie, what's going on?" Along with Yu Yonglin's voice came the noise of the TV.

"Boss," Tan Bin took a breath and tried to keep his tone as calm as possible, "Ray is leaving."

"Huh? What?"

Noise Too big, Yu Yonglin obviously didn't understand, he answered casually, and occasionally there was a woman's low laughter in the microphone.

Tan Bin's anger suddenly jumped up: "Tony, please find a quiet place to talk, I have something urgent."

Yu Yonglin finally became alert, pushed his wife away and stood up from the sofa Get up and walk to the book.

"Ray, boss, Ray is leaving, do you know?"

Yu Yonglin almost fell to the ground.

"Who did you listen to?"

"Kenny sent it ten minutes ago." Tan Bin replied, but his heart sank. Yu Yonglin didn't know, something was definitely wrong. .

Yu Yonglin composed himself: "I understand, I'll stop now. Where are you?"

"Office."

"Why don't you go home yet?" ?”

Tan Bin couldn’t laugh or cry: “Tony, I’m having a meeting with Headuarter’s gang, did you forget?”

“Oh, I was confused, I’m sorry! I'll go back quickly, be careful on the way!"

"Boss, thank you, thank you!" Tan Bin looked like he was grateful, and hung up the phone. That's the end of it. She has fulfilled her duty as a subordinate, and she is not allowed to say another word.

Yu Yonglin threw it down, rushed to the table, set up his computer, connected to the network, logged into the firewall, and entered Outlook. Then, he saw the strange email.

"Shit!" Yu Yonglin kicked the door of the book and started Cheng Ruimin.

Over and over again, there is always the same prompt recording: Your user has shut down!

That night, countless people in MPL used the same code at the same time, but all they heard was the dull female voice on the Internet: Sorry, your user has shut down, please dial again later.

02

Tan Bin packed his things and prepared to leave the office. He habitually checked tomorrow's memo before turning off his phone.

There will be a communication meeting with clients at eight o'clock in the morning, one hour earlier than normal working hours, which means that she will have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow morning.

The first value of MPL employees is to put customers first, which naturally includes respecting customers’ working hours.

The location is the China World Hotel, which is the hardest hit area with daily traffic jams. Thinking of the crowds of people every morning, Tan Bin shivered hard.

Tan Bin lives outside the Fourth Ring Road in the Northeast of Beijing. Driving through the Guomao area during commuting hours is more difficult than the Red Army's 25,000-mile Long March of climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands.

She dialed her boyfriend Shen Pei: "Is it convenient for me to stay at your place tonight?"

Shen Pei's place is near Dongzhimen, and you can take the subway to the International World Trade Center.

"Are you still in the office?" Shen Pei understood her habits.

"Yeah." Tan Bin was too tired to say more.

"I'm about to go out for dinner, can I pick you up?"

Tan Bin found it troublesome: "No, I'll leave the car and take a taxi there myself."

"I'm going out anyway, don't move, just wait for me, fifteen minutes at most."

Tan Bin took his coat and went out. Shen Pei had already parked the car on the side of the road and leaned against it. Wait for her by the car door. The orange halo of the streetlight clearly outlined his slender figure, and the well-tailored Chinese top added a bit of elegance.

Tan Bin admires Shen Pei's ability. He can wear any vulgar style with a different style.

"What to eat?" she asked after sitting down.

"Indian little chef."

"I knew you had no sense of humor." Tan Bin was discouraged.

Shen Pei loves their curry bibimbap the most, but Tan Bin’s impression of Indian food is just bowl after bowl of different colors. She could never figure out the difference between green curry, red curry and yellow curry.

It’s already past ten o’clock in the evening, but the business here is still good. The shop is filled with Indian music and the tinny sound of the flute, which is so coquettish that Tan Bin always has the illusion that a snake will suddenly emerge from somewhere.

Tan Bin lit up a cigarette and watched boredly as the green smoke lingered in front of his eyes and then curled away. She has no craving for cigarettes, and only smokes one occasionally to refresh herself when she is bored or sleepy.

Shen Pei seemed to be very hungry. He ate quickly and urgently, and almost choked several times.