"Are you doing your manicure while sitting? It looks quite unique!" I laughed.

After hearing what I said, Song Qian was slightly startled, looked at her fingers subconsciously, and then smiled and said: 'Oh, this is not a manicure, my fingers have always been like this!'

"Shouldn't nails be all light red? Why are yours so white?" I was a little puzzled. Song Qian's nails looked like they had been soaked in water and were white in color. I have never seen anything like this.

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"I don't know, I was born like this?" Song Qian replied unsteadily.

"Oh, how long have you been working here?" I asked.

"I'm new here too, it's been exactly one week today! I have to go home tomorrow!" Song Qian said with a smile.

"No, I see you are so skilled at your work, I can't tell it at all!"

"Haha, maybe it's because my previous job was similar to screenwriting! So I got started quickly!" Song Qian put down her work and started chatting with me. I guessed that maybe the atmosphere in the company was too stressful, so Song Qian treated me like this

With enthusiasm, newcomers will have an inexplicable sense of belonging.

"Then what did you do before?" I suddenly became interested.

"I was a novelist before!" Song Qian suddenly laughed when she mentioned this, with an indescribable excitement on her face. It could be seen that she liked her profession very much.

"What novel have you written? Let me go and read it!" Not to mention, this girl is quite cute, she is the kind of simple-minded person.

"I'm embarrassed to talk about my humble works!" Song Qian waved her hand.

"I used to work as a screenwriter and have been working at home. It's my first day at work! I'm still a little uncomfortable with it!" I said.

"It's okay, you just get used to it! I was like this when I first came here, and now I'm still a little homesick! I'm going to ask for leave from my boss tomorrow, but I just don't know if the boss is willing to approve me!" Song Qian's face showed off.

A hint of worry.

"I should approve you! Manager Song is not bad!" I thought for a moment and then said.

After listening to this, Song Qian looked at me with a strange look, as if she disagreed with my point of view, but did not continue to say anything.

At this time, I suddenly heard a dry cough.

"Ahem! Xiao Du, you and Xiao Song try not to talk about things that have nothing to do with work during working hours. I just heard what Xiao Song said! Don't worry, I will approve your leave tomorrow. But the company is busy now.

There may be no time to rest! There are only two of you in the editorial department at the moment, so you have to work hard!" Song Jian suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Thank you, manager!" Song Qian seemed to be afraid of Song Jian, with a trace of panic on her face.

The boss had already spoken, so I had no choice but to continue reading my information.

The company was eerily quiet. I could hardly hear any sound despite the typing sounds at work. Maybe these employees were working the night shift and were not happy to talk. I secretly guessed, but I still don’t understand why Song Jian’s company insists on being there.

I work at night. If Song Jian hadn't given me a basic salary of 8,000, I would really not be happy to come to work.

At midnight, I had already flipped through more than half of the information. Song Jian suddenly walked out of the office with a serious look on his face, as if he wanted to announce something.

"Attention all employees, someone will come to check in a while. If you don't have documents or have no documents, please be careful. If you are caught, I can't protect you!"

When Song Qian heard Song Jian's words, she immediately panicked and her face turned a little pale!

"What's wrong?" I immediately asked in confusion when I saw Song Qian's expression was wrong.

"It's over! I don't have an ID card! I will definitely be arrested this time!" Song Qian was so anxious that she almost cried.

I was stunned. I don’t have an ID card. What’s the big deal? How could Song Qian be so scared?

I saw a girl crying anxiously in front of me. I couldn't bear it, so I said, "Have you lost your identity? Can't you just apply for a new one? Is it necessary to be like this? How big of a deal is it?"

! If it doesn’t work, ask the manager to prove it to you.”

Checking ID cards in the middle of the night, isn't this a common thing in Internet cafes? Why would someone check it in the company? I can't figure it out.

"You didn't know what was going on here when you first arrived. Let's all be careful later. If we are found out, we will be doomed!" Song Qian became worried for me instead.

I wanted to laugh a little, then I patted my pocket and said with a smile: 'Don't worry, I have my ID card with me!'

Song Qian looked surprised when she heard what I said: 'Did you have an ID card on the first day you came here?'

Song Qian's words made me confused. What does having an ID card have to do with my first day at work? But I didn't think much about it and just nodded.

After Song Jian finished speaking, he turned around and entered the office. After a few minutes, two people came into the company. One was wearing a white suit and the other was wearing a black suit. Both of them had expressionless faces. As soon as they entered the company, Song Jian walked out of the office and looked at Song Jian.

He seemed to be very afraid of these two people, and he invited them into the office with a smile.

Song Qian's face turned pale as soon as these two people came in. She bit her lips tightly, not daring to make a sound. I poked Song Qian lightly with my finger and asked in a low voice: "These two people are here to check the ID card."

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Song Qian nodded silently, not daring to make any sound. I was filled with doubts. Should the person checking the ID card be the police? These two people didn’t look like police officers. Although I had doubts in my mind, I didn’t.

Speaking of which, Song Jian's serious look shows that these two people have a good background. I can't cause any trouble to Song Jian on my first day at work.

After a while, the two people walked out of Song Jian's office, one after the other, with Song Jian following behind them. The company was surprisingly quiet, and suddenly the two stopped.

Among them, the man in a white suit twitched his nose and searched around with cold eyes. I couldn't help but lower my head and continue to read my information.

"Why does it smell like a stranger?" The man in the white suit frowned and said to himself.

I took a sneak peek and saw that Song Jian's expression changed drastically, but he quickly covered it up and said with a smile: 'No way! You don't trust me when I do things!'

The man in the white suit nodded and warned: 'The inspections from above have been strict recently, so you'd better not cause any trouble for me!'

After saying that, the two left the company.

After listening to their conversation, I was surprised. Does this man in a white suit have a dog's nose? He can even smell the smell of strangers!

Song Qian also breathed a long sigh of relief and patted her chest!

"I was scared to death just now!"

"As for that?"

"You didn't understand a lot of things when you came here, but you'll know them later! I'll go home tomorrow and here are the remaining manuscripts. You can try to sort them out tomorrow!" Victoria Song brought over another pile of materials and put them on my desk.

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Chapter completed!