Under One Person: Lifting the Ball to Soar

03:20 am

After more than a dozen days and nights of hard work, I finally completed this long post of 150,000 words.

"Hehe... plot, where is the plot? Let the plot disappear into thin air!"

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Chapter 36 Go! The bullet that pierces the truth!

Apart from not selling out Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan, this evil spoiler party revealed everything that could be revealed, and shamelessly added his own excessive interpretation, stepping on the landmines in the original work one by one.

In the end, he even had bad intentions and exposed the secret plans of Yaoxing Society from a distance, and soon Sister Ma burst into tears!

She twisted her butt, put her legs down, sat up straight, and turned on a song called "Chasing Dreams with a Childlike Heart".

Move the mouse to the publish option, then slowly raise your arm with your index finger pointing high to the sky.

With the same ambition as launching a manned spacecraft to the sea of ​​stars, the young man planned to shoot out the post in a ceremonial way!

My hands are sore from raising them up all the time, and finally we come to the exciting chorus!

[Run forward to face cold looks and ridicule]

[How can we feel the vastness of life without going through hardships...]

【…】

"Go! Cut through the dark curtain! Pierce the bullet of truth!"

With a loud shout, the raised hand suddenly slapped down, and just when the mouse was about to be clicked, the finger suddenly stopped in mid-air, terminating the launch!

Suddenly I remembered something terrible:

"That group of people in Nadutong has great connections and strong execution. If I just send this post out, it will probably be deleted in seconds. Not only will my efforts be wasted, but I won't be able to watch the fun!"

The boy slid down from the chair and ran out of the bedroom and began to search everywhere.

"I remember there is still half of the lucky saliva..."

Finally, I found a tall-necked glass bottle on the wall cabinet in the living room.

The bottle is about the same size as ordinary toilet water and contains a clear lavender liquid.

He returned to his chair and put his right index finger into the bottle mouth, dipped a little bit of the liquid inside, then pulled the progress bar of "Chasing Dreams" back to the beginning, sat up straight again and raised his index finger high up to the sky.

But before the chorus came, his fingers dried up, and the boy was a little dumbfounded:

"Can the lucky effect still be guaranteed after doing it? I never paid attention to this aspect before."

He did have time to wet his fingers again and then raise them up to wait for the launch, but he felt that it seemed a bit silly. Although it was late at night and he was the only one creating the ritual atmosphere, he knew in his heart that he was just pretending.

Either don’t pretend, or if you do, don’t pretend like an idiot!

So he had an idea and pretended to accidentally knock over the bottle with his left hand, and the lavender liquid inside spilled all over the table, soaking the mouse and keyboard.

Well... it was God's will that the bottle spilled. My posture has always been handsome, and I have never done anything cheap!

【…】

[How can one feel the vastness of life without experiencing hardships]

【…】

"Go! The bullet that pierces the truth!"

As the finger fell, the post was uploaded to the internal forum of Yiren.

Refreshing the page of the Gossip section, I saw the post "As everyone knows, there are 9 of the Eight Great Skills" prominently listed!

After writing for so many days, the boy finally produced some results. He relaxed, yawned, dragged his tired body to the bed, rolled up the quilt and went to sleep. He fell asleep in less than three minutes.

……

[Mr. Zhao! Something big has happened! Please come to the company soon! ]

04:00 am

Zhao Fangxu was awakened from his deep sleep by the ringing of the phone. After answering the call, he heard his comrade on duty in the intelligence processing department wailing at him as if he was going to hold a funeral. …

"Xiao Xu, don't be anxious. You are an old friend too. Why are you so flustered? You must believe in the company and your abilities. No problem can stump us. The sky will not fall!"

Zhao Fangxu responded calmly. His tone was unhurried but his movements were not slow at all. He reached for his glasses from the bedside and put them on, then hurriedly got up and dressed.

"By the way, if it's urgent information, have you informed Youlong?"

At the same time, because I was in a bad mood when I woke up, I decided to deal with some blind stranger who was causing trouble this time, I would definitely punish him severely!

[Other comrades on duty are notifying the directors one by one! Director Zhao! The sky is really falling this time!]

Zhao Fangxu's heart skipped a beat!

"what happened!"

[I can’t explain it clearly right now, Mr. Zhao, I’ll send you a link! ]

Zhao Fangxu didn't even bother to put on his pants or even fasten his belt before quickly opening the web page on his mobile phone.

"As we all know, there are 9 of the Eight Great Skills"

The title of the post gave him a bad feeling, and he quickly scanned the post and immediately realized that it was about the Eight Great Skills and the Jiashen Rebellion.

Zhao Fangxu suddenly felt a darkness in front of his eyes!

The company has the support of the state, so although it has money, people and strong policy support, it was established not long ago and lacks solid foundation.

As an emerging organization with regulatory power over the extraordinary world, its position in the circle is very awkward, equivalent to the relationship between a hero in the martial arts world and a lackey of the imperial court, with significant class contradictions.

In short, his reputation is rotten!

Although both the black and white worlds are willing to give the company face on major issues, there is no way to find out some secret things from those old forces!

Even Zhao Fangxu, the chairman of Nadutong, only had a superficial understanding of the Eight Great Techniques and the Jiashen Rebellion.

But he who had experienced that period of history knew very well that

The Eight Wonderful Skills are the root cause of chaos in the world!

The Jiashen Rebellion is a taboo that cannot be touched in the alien world!

……

Bi Youlong almost trotted into the conference room of Nadutong headquarters, and before he even sat down, a fierce slap was slapped on the conference table.

Snapped!

"What are the technical staff doing! Why haven't they deleted the post yet!" Bi Youlong glared at Huang Boyan who was sitting across the table and roared angrily!

Nadutong has six directors, four of whom are currently present.

Zhao Fangxu is a fat man who looks like Coach Anxi. He founded Nadutong, which commands the world of aliens in China. Step by step, he grew from an insignificant little character in the circle to a super boss who can shake the entire world of aliens with just a stomp of his feet.

He is amiable and has high prestige. He is decisive, takes charge of the overall situation and leads the company from top to bottom.

Director Su is a thin woman in her sixties. She is silent and taciturn. She is responsible for the communication and collaboration between the company and the major forces and factions in the alien world. The focus of her work is to connect with the "Nine Masters" who manage the daily affairs of the alien world.

Bi Youlong was born on the front line and is a decisive, ruthless and impetuous tough guy. He is responsible for intelligence work, armed operations, foreign affairs and other related matters.

Huang Boren is a slick, rational, and playful old man who oversees all scientific research and technology departments...

Huang Bairen, who usually laughs and jokes, now has a gloomy face, and he feels unhappy:…

The slap that Mr. Bi gave wasn't on the table, it was on my balls!

Regardless of the force majeure reasons, Huang Boren felt very embarrassed by the serious failure of the technical department. Facing the questioning of his colleagues, he explained: "That's because..."

"Boren will talk about it later."

Zhao Fangxu interrupted and said, "Youlong, you should also read the information first. We will study this matter after everyone arrives."

After Mr. Zhao spoke, Bi Youlong calmed down and continued to focus on the content of the post.

The post "As we all know, there are 9 of the Eight Great Skills" is tens of thousands of words long, most of which are nonsense complaints, and only a small part of them are the substantive plot.

However, the complaints contain very valuable inference information and the personality and thoughts of the poster.

In short, before fully understanding the content of the post, it is really difficult to make a conclusion on how to deal with this matter in a short time.

A few minutes later, the remaining two directors also arrived at the scene, and Zhao Fangxu opened the post on the giant screen in the conference room.

"I'm sure everyone has questions in their minds, why not delete this post immediately and control speech."

Except for Huang Boren, several other directors looked at Zhao Fangxu in confusion.

Zhao Fangxu's face was gloomy, and his voice was heavy: "The technical department has opened the backend permissions of the website for you. You can try to operate on this post."

All the directors followed Zhao Fangxu's instructions and operated the game "As we all know, there are 9 of the Eight Great Skills" on their mobile phones.

However, the directors soon discovered that no matter whether they modified the content of the post or tried to delete it, when it came to the final sending step, either the network was stuck or the phone crashed, or the operation failed due to an accidental touch.

The directors tried a few times and then gave up with a look of disbelief and solemnity on their faces.

Only Bi Youlong refused to believe it and tried again and again. Suddenly he screamed and dropped his phone on the table!

Everyone looked at Bi Youlong.

This tough guy who wouldn't even make a sound when a knife was stabbed into his stomach stared blankly at everyone's eyes and explained in a cold sweat: "My finger is cramped..."

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Chapter 1 Nadutong Board of Directors

It would have been very funny to see a fierce, muscular, bald guy complaining about his hand cramps like a weak little girl in such a solemn occasion.

But no one could laugh. The directors present only felt deep fear and swallowed their saliva at the same time.

The intensity of the obstruction to modifying the post seems to be increasing with continuous attempts. Now Bi Youlong's fingers are cramping for no reason. If he continues to be stubborn, will he end up endangering someone's life?

"Who is the person who posted this with the nickname 'Meng Dashuai'?" Bi Youlong asked the question that everyone wanted to know right away in fear.

"Can you find it?" Director Su spoke slowly, and answered on his own: "You can't find it, right? After all, even the post can't be moved, let alone the master who cast the spell behind it."