"呼—— "
一股浓烟猛地喷出,飘散到电脑屏幕上发光的求职申请页面上.
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苏锦眼中闪过一丝不耐,面无表情地忽略了弹窗.
就在他准备继续寻找机会的时候,旁边的手机震动了起来,他转身接听.
"你好?请问是小苏吗?"
听到熟悉的沙哑声音,苏锦原本面无表情的脸上,浮现出一丝嘲讽,"老李?想我了?没了我公司是不是要倒闭了?"
"这什么态度?我派你去跟客户谈判,你竟然打人!我是不是该把你开除?"老李语气里透着强忍的怒气."王小姐跟小静吵了一架,她根本没觉得是骚扰,你还以为自己是正义英雄!"
"这笔交易筹划了半年,价值数百万,你却把它全部毁了!"
"难道我不是促成这笔交易的人吗?不是我谈判的人吗?"
"什么叫'你谈的'?没有平台,你谈什么?你把公司搞得这么狼狈还不够吗?我都给你累垮了,没睡好,喝了十几杯酒吐了!你没进监狱都已经是奇迹了.你以为我是为了谁才这么做的?"
电话那头的老李深深地吸了一口气.
"今晚我终于让王先生见面了.他特意要你道歉.只要你道歉,一切都好商量.我甚至愿意再给你一次机会.你知道我一直很佩服你..."
砰!
天花板的灯突然闪烁了一下,苏锦眯起眼睛,抬头看了一眼.
当他低头时,屏幕上又出现了一个令人厌烦的弹出窗口.
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苏进以为只是垃圾邮件,下意识地伸手去关窗口.结果老李没完没了地唠叨,阻止了他的动作,嘴角露出一丝笑意.
"老李,已经有足够多的公司追求我了.你真的觉得我需要你的工作吗?"说完,他心不在焉地点击了"是".
"我知道你很强势,不过你别太执着了.你在公司干了这么多年,工资也不低.你知道现在市场有多火爆,大家都在抢工作,应届毕业生的工资便宜得吓人.我想...你也不想丢掉这份工作吧?"
苏晋深深地吸了一口烟,顿了顿,才说道:"你们也是有关系的吧?让小菁接电话,我有话跟她说."
很快,电话那头传来一道羞涩而温柔的女声.
"苏锦,是我."
"那天晚上你哭着求我救你...现在却跟那个王和好了?他给了你多少钱?"
"苏锦,你误会了,我只是一时慌了,没想到你反应这么快..."
"妈的,你还真敢这么说!"苏锦大声咒骂道.
然后他猛地吐出一口气."好吧,这回我认输了.王总不是在你身边吗?我道歉——但有一个条件:我现在道歉,明天我回公司,福利全保."
"我现在就给王先生打电话.如果你能安抚好他,我立刻恢复你的职务.一会儿你得亲自给他道歉.笑一笑,休战一会,说不定这笔生意还能由你来做."老李急切的声音和脚步声在附近回荡.
很明显,他正在用扬声器大声播放这首歌.
片刻之后,电话那头隐隐传来另一个男人的声音.
"你好…?"
"喂你妈!王总,你以为收买那个贱人就能耍我?你和她俩的视频我都有,你再敢动手,我就让你红遍网络!我已经跟你们这帮混蛋道歉够多了!"
苏锦说完,狠狠的摔下电话,将烟蒂捏死.
他叹了口气,心情陷入忧郁.
义举反噬,失业了...真是气死人了.
但他并不后悔.
毕竟,他的女同事衣服已经被撕得粉碎,惨叫声如同被宰杀的猪一般.
如果当时他不出手干预,他还不如把自己阉割了,然后飞去日本申请当"无能丈夫".
可惜,那天晚上那个色狼行动太快了,要是他当时录下来就不一样了.
他不需要装出一副防范报复的样子.
在这个腐朽的世界里,善行无不遭惩罚.
苏锦稍顿,定了定神,端正了身姿.
就在他准备继续工作时,门口传来一阵敲门声——两次——然后就安静了.
"是谁?"
苏锦叫了一声,叼着烟站起身,朝门口走去.
打开门后,他的目光慢慢落到地板上.
那里放着一个包裹.
他把它捡起来,然后转身走回屋里,嘴里嘟囔着.
他什么都没订,都快八点了,这是什么快递?
Seeing the correct recipient address on the parcel, he dismissed suspicion, assuming it was the cheap tissue pack he'd casually bought with a small coupon from Tomato Novel.
He grabbed scissors and opened it. Inside, a densely handwritten A4 sheet caught his eye.
He tossed the paper aside, revealing a sleek black briefcase and a transparent mask beneath.
"Huh?"
Su Jin was baffled.
Having worked many years, he'd seen plenty of briefcases—but this one was clearly expensive.
Its minimalist, elegant design radiated an indescribable aura of refined quality, stirring desire.
Who would send him such a briefcase? And what was the meaning of the mask?
Puzzled, Su Jin inspected the briefcase.
His hand brushed against something cold and metallic—like a handle.
When he saw the object's full form, his eyebrows arched.
A pistol? Gleaming silver, exquisitely crafted.
It felt weighty in his hand.
"Wow, buying a briefcase and getting a luxury lighter with it?"
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A gunshot erupted, flames bursting from the muzzle.
The bullet ricocheted upward, lodging in the ceiling.
Smoke curled languidly from the barrel.
"I… what the—"
The sudden blast made Su Jin jerk back his head, his mind going blank.
A gun… a real gun?!
He turned his neck mechanically, eyes fixated on the silver pistol.
After trembling breaths, he snapped back to reality, lunged toward the bed, hastily drew the curtains, and tucked the firearm beneath the covers.
Taking a few steps back, the tremor within him eased slightly.
A potent wave of confusion and dread washed over him.
Was this some mafia business? A mistaken delivery meant for a former tenant?
No—recipient and phone number matched his own. No mistake.
Though bold, Su Jin knew firearms were profoundly consequential in a harmonious society. He might have unwittingly plunged into a tangled, perilous affair.
Before he could ponder further, another knock at the door!
Startled, he grabbed a beer bottle from the floor and hurried to the entrance, gripping the handle tightly.
Peering anxiously through the peephole, relief flooded him.
It was his neighbor and landlord, Sister Zhao—a generally kind-hearted woman, albeit overly nosy, always quick to investigate any neighborhood commotion.
She had probably heard the gunshot.
With the situation unclear, he was determined not to involve her.
Composing himself, Su Jin cleared his throat.
"Who is it?"
"Xiao Su? It's Sister Zhao. Did something explode in your room?"
"Ah…" Su Jin hesitated, then said gravely, "I left the pressure cooker unattended. It exploded. No worries—I'll clean it up right away."
"Oh, you kids these days… can't even cook without causing a fire…"
As Sister Zhao's retreating footsteps faded, Su Jin exhaled deeply.
Turning back to the room, his eyes locked onto the package on the table.
他冲过去一把抓起之前被他误认为是宣传传单的"垃圾邮件".
他的目光急切而焦虑地扫视着这一页.
当他读到这些文字时,他感到一阵电流穿过他的全身.
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告示的上方,一道赤红的火焰开始向下蔓延,但却没有火焰,没有烟雾,也没有热气.
文件从上到下诡异地燃烧着,连灰烬都没有产生.
当火焰般的线条吞噬最后一行文字时,苏锦的手一松,纸张飘落到地上.
在他惊得睁大双眼之中,灼烧终于吞噬了最后的签名:
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