Chapter 42: Get out (part one)

Wig was taken aback for a moment, then he laughed.
Wig was laughing at his self-defense, White knew it, but White didn't care about his teasing.
After White took off the band-aid, he didn't put it back again, and the hair on his forehead naturally helped him cover the reddish-brown scar.
White, whose eyes were somewhat covered by his forehead, looked particularly gloomy at the moment.
White's green eyes were hidden in the forehead, reminiscent of the faint green wolf eyes.
After a long while, Wigg nodded and agreed. His so readily consent made White quite uncomfortable.
"That's okay. The question is, if you lose, what should you do?" Wig raised his lips, "Well, I have already thought about it. How about you all resign?"
As soon as he said this, White felt cold sweat on his back, and White stared at Wig in disbelief.
What is he saying? Let them all resign?
It is impossible.
White was about to refuse, when Wig suddenly started laughing wildly with his arms akimbo, his waist bends down, with a crazy look on his face.
"Your expression was so ridiculous just now, do you know what it looks like? It's a shame not to have a mirror to take a picture of you!" Wiggle said while smiling.
White was looking at him coldly, and suddenly heard a burst of joyous cheering upstairs. White raised his eyes and saw a man in a tight shirt protruding from the glass window on the second floor.
That is Lake.
Lake waved sharply at White downstairs.
After a while, a few young shadows appeared behind Lake, who was lying in front of the window.
Benjamin, Cana, and Savoy.
The four young men threw themselves together and waved to White by the glass window.
White read the joy on their faces from their ecstatic looks and swinging arms.
Yes, it succeeded.
When they didn't think it would be too good on the first day of launching this product, the user satisfaction achieved unexpected results. White was happy, but not surprised.
He turned his body to Wig, who was leaning against the door, Wig still smoking.
There was no expression on Wigg's gloomy face, or disappointment, or anger into anger, nothing.
Wigg, like White, seemed to have expected the result.
Even so, White could still see Wig's anxiety and irritability from his trembling soot.
This is a failure after all.
The successful launch of the Fi product project means that Wigge will withdraw from the products being launched and give the initiative to White and his team.
This seems nothing to ordinary people, but for a man with strong self-esteem like Wig, his mood will not be any better.
White was wondering how Wig would respond, but Wig pinched the cigarette and took the initiative to straighten his body. He slowly raised his head, his eyes swept back and forth between White's eyebrows and eyes.
"White, congratulations, you won." Wig said.
White was stunned for half a second, Wag or Wig in front of him?
A second, he was still talking, asking them all to resign.
It now seems that the provocative words that Wigg said after predicting the result looked more like self-deprecating.
Is self-deprecating.
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The news blew into White's ears like a thunder.
White felt unbelievable, and stared at Wig calmly. He didn't know exactly what Wig wanted to do, so he had to look at him this way, waiting for his own words.
Wig pondered for a while before speaking slowly.
"Google is nothing good anyway. It's messy and disorderly. I don't want to stay here anymore. Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I can just pat my and leave. I don't have to continue wasting time here." Wigg said.
Wig's words were funny enough, as if he was the one who won the competition, Wig's face showed a triumphant smile.
As White thought, he was thinking fast in his brain how to respond.
At this moment he saw Wig slowly stretched out his hands towards him.
"Reconciliation. We will no longer be colleagues. I have already submitted my resignation." Wigge said.
White looked at Wig's palm, his hand with a long-term keyboard callus.
This made White wary again.
Really, as Benjamin said, is Wig not diligent on the computer?
Would such a person with strong self-esteem allow himself to fall from the altar?
The fact is as they see it?
Wig seemed very sincere, he looked sincere, as if he really wanted to be friends with White.
A word flashed in White's mind.
Comprehend each other?
White quickly refuted the appearance of the word. He could not see a trace of true feelings in Wigg's cold eyes.
White also slowly stretched out his hand.
Seeing that the two hands were about to be held together, White's wrist jerked and lifted Wig's arm completely. White put his elbow on Wig's arm, his cheeks bitten tightly.
"I don't care if you are true or not, I said, Wig, I will return." White said.
Wigg was swayed by White without knowing it. He felt shameful and annoyed, but his arms were completely suppressed, and he could not move at all under White's conscious control.
In this case, Wig can only speak through one mouth.
"White, if you have something to say, what will you do?" Wigg flushed, his forehead bursting.
"Oh, you didn't say that way before." White thought to himself, I was just paying a tooth for a tooth, otherwise the scar on my eyebrows would be really white.
Wig was at a loss for a moment, and when he saw that White didn't mean to let go, he yelled in anger.
"Don't go too far, White Engelson. Even if I leave, I am not showing you weakness. I can really trample you on my feet without Google!" Wigge shouted, looking for opportunities to break free of White. Bondage.
But White finally lost to his strength. Wig quickly took the dominant power in his hand and slammed away. The two separated, both panting.
"I said, I will let you all resign. You should think about how to beg for mercy earlier. When I make you cry, I won't bother to beg for mercy..." Wig wiped the corners of his mouth. ,Say.
When the two were at war, a man with curly hair emerged from the door.
The man put his shirt into his high-waisted suit pants, wearing glasses on his face.
"Wigg? White? What are you doing here?" Tom from the Human Resources Department stopped in surprise and asked.
White hasn't answered yet, Wig on the side has already taken his hand up.
Wig pinched White's neck and said to Tom: "Am I going to leave, just have a few more words with my successor."
Tom showed a very distrustful attitude towards the "successor" he referred to.