bestfiction Chapter 1487 You know me, right?
Chapter 1487 You know me, right?
"As you both can see, the machines in this yard are responsible for the first step—printing blank newspapers," the editor-in-chief said eerily.
"The printing materials will be refreshed in the corner of the yard at a fixed time."
As for the ingredients and how they are made, that's controlled by the big boss himself; we employees have no right to know.
Chen Mu glanced discreetly at the materials piled up in the corner of the yard.
Theoretically, the material used to print newspapers should be something like paper pulp.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be some kind of extremely precious material.
The boss of the Underworld Post Office actually took personal charge of producing the raw materials.
According to Chen Mu's experience, bosses with large and powerful businesses like this usually prefer to be hands-off managers and not get involved in specific affairs.
The fact that the BOSS personally took control of this process only shows that it is extremely important to the Underworld Post Office.
It could even be said that it is one of the most crucial core elements of the Underworld Post Office!
If I have the chance, I should take a look at those raw materials; I might discover something.
Chen Mu asked, "Editor-in-chief, can we take a look at the raw materials?"
The editor shook his head strangely. "The printing oddities are at work. When they're working, they're not very good-tempered. We don't dare to deal with them."
You see those editors, they all take blank newspapers and leave, they don't dare to linger.
I advise you not to go in; be careful not to anger them and get yourself into trouble.
Chen Mu did not refute the editor-in-chief's well-intentioned reminder.
Chen Mu could sense that, overall, the editor-in-chief was generally well-intentioned towards the players.
Thinking of this, Chen Mu reached into his pocket and, using the pocket as cover, pulled out a pack of good cigarettes from his ring.
This is a high-end brand specially customized for the terrifying shopping mall. It's infused with a pure, eerie atmosphere, said to have a strong attraction to the supernatural.
However, the price is also very high, with one pack costing a whopping 20 yuan in ghost money.
Even in Wangjiang Shouwangli, these are high-quality cigarettes that are hard to come by for those high-income employees.
Chen Mu took out a cigarette from the pack and handed it to the editor-in-chief, Wei Yi.
"Editor-in-chief, want one?" Chen Mu took out a lighter and was about to light one for the editor-in-chief in a strange manner.
The editor-in-chief glanced at him strangely, his eyes widening slightly in surprise.
It hadn't expected that this new employee would be so responsive, offering it a cigarette.
Suddenly, a pleased smile appeared on the editor-in-chief's strange face.
The editor-in-chief's impression of this new employee improved considerably.
People who are polite and know how to express goodwill are welcome everywhere.
Chen Mu offered it a cigarette, noticing that the editor-in-chief had a square cigarette case in his pocket.
It's clear that this is also a strange smoking habit.
However, the cigarettes that the editor-in-chief was carrying in his strange pocket looked rather cheap, the kind that nobody would buy even if they looked up at the river.
He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and a glint suddenly appeared in the editor-in-chief's strange eyes.
As a seasoned smoker, the editor-in-chief could tell at a glance that this pack of cigarettes was of a very high grade and expensive.
Its flavor, in particular, is what makes it so irresistible.
The editor-in-chief closed his eyes strangely, lost in the moment. He admitted that this was the best cigarette he had ever smoked in his life.
Unfortunately, I only had one left, and once I finished it, it was gone.
The editor-in-chief was somewhat reluctant, savoring each small bite.
However, Chen Mu's actions the next second surprised it even more.
Chen Mu then stuffed the entire pack of cigarettes into the editor-in-chief's strange hand.
"What are you doing?" The editor-in-chief asked, feeling strangely flattered.
“I don’t smoke, so keeping it would be a waste,” Chen Mu said.
Seeing how sensible the other party was, the editor-in-chief's strange eyes almost turned into crescent shapes with a smile.
It admitted that this pack of cigarettes was the best it had ever smoked in its life. It was clearly expensive; this new employee really put in a lot of effort.
"Oh dear, why are you being so polite? You're making me feel bad. Don't do that next time; it's not good to make you spend money."
When the editor-in-chief gets into his weirdly polite manners, he has a whole repertoire of them.
Although it said "Don't do that next time," you could tell from its tone that it was extremely satisfied with Chen Mu's performance.
After saying this, the editor-in-chief carefully put the pack of cigarettes away as if it were a precious treasure.
While packing the cigarettes, the editor-in-chief muttered to himself, "Just as the rumors say, they really are generous."
This quiet sigh was drowned out by the cacophony of the printing press.
But Chen Mu's ears were sharp enough to hear it.
Chen Mu noticed the editor-in-chief's strange behavior and had some guesses in his mind.
Just as the editor-in-chief finished packing his cigarettes, he looked up and saw Chen Mu smiling.
Chen Mu said in a low voice, "Editor-in-chief, you know me, right?"
Upon hearing Chen Mu's words, the editor-in-chief's expression froze for a moment, then it tried to feign ignorance, "Oh dear, what do you mean by that...?"
"Editor-in-chief, you know me. My name is Chen Mu, you can't possibly not know me." Chen Mu said with a smile, taking out another pack of cigarettes from his pocket and stuffing it into the editor-in-chief's pocket.
Two packs of high-quality cigarettes in a row completely shattered the editor-in-chief's uncanny defenses.
Chen Mu seized the opportunity and said, "When I first met you, I noticed that you didn't ask our names. For your newspaper's business, asking names upon meeting should be a habit."
You didn't ask, either because you know my name through "Death Postman," or because you know me.
Given your identity, you frequently deal with information and must have interviewed a lot about bizarre post-apocalyptic information.
Therefore, you have no reason not to recognize me. Especially that female editor, the way she looked at us both seemed to carry a sense of familiarity and surprise.
Based on these clues, I'm pretty sure you most likely know me.
After listening to Chen Mu's analysis, the editor-in-chief knew he couldn't hide it anymore, so he smiled and nodded somewhat embarrassedly.
“Boss Chen, you’re really smart.” The editor-in-chief lowered his voice to avoid being overheard by the other weirdos. “You’re right, I work for a newspaper, and the weird apocalypse is the biggest source of information.”
Someone like you, who commands respect and spends lavishly in this bizarre apocalypse, how could I not know you?
"But since you're on a strange mission, I have to pretend I don't know you, so people won't think I'm taking special care of you."
The editor-in-chief gave a strange explanation.
Chen Mu nodded in understanding. From the editor-in-chief's strange yet friendly attitude from the beginning, Chen Mu could guess that the other party not only knew him but also had a good impression of him.
This is also a benefit of Chen Mu's generous spending and good reputation.
Thanks to his excellent reputation, even though Chen Mu had never met the other party before, he was able to receive their goodwill on their first meeting.