Zhang Jian, feeling some agitation, tossed his cellphone aside. Damn it, it must be the editor-in-chief hurrying him for the manuscript, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry your mom! Dragon Country Medical Journal was already about to cease publication, so why bother writing any damn articles?
Just drink! Drink yourself to death and be done with it!
Zhang Jian tilted his head back and downed a whole glass of baijiu!
The fiery liquor made Zhang Jian unable to hold back hot tears! The cruelty of life almost crushed him! In Capital City, how could an ordinary small-time journalist afford to buy a house?
Zhang Jian and his girlfriend had been dating for three years, and it was precisely because he had no house for marriage that they had never tied the knot! If Dragon Country Medical Journal ceased publication, he could forget about the matrimonial home even more!
Just as Zhang Jian's mood had hit rock bottom, two people at the next table were enthusiastically chatting.
