After the long holiday in October, Mo Guangyuan returned to his job.
Just starting work, the afterglow of the vacation hadn't yet faded, and Mo Guangyuan was still indulging in the joy of sleeping in until he woke up naturally each day; even the commute to the office seemed longer than before.
But as soon as he arrived at the office, he realized that although everyone looked like they were still aimlessly clicking their mice and brewing goji berry tea for health, the atmosphere was noticeably different.
A kind of unprecedented tension was spreading in the office.
Tension?
Mo Guangyuan had been working for so long that he simply didn't know how to spell the word "tension."
Suddenly faced with such an atmosphere, he was thrown off.
"What's going on? Are we firing someone?"
Mo Guangyuan asked Lao Li, who seemed the most composed.
"You must be joking. It's impossible that we're firing anyone. A film has arrived, and the leaders are discussing who to assign it to for review,"
