黑色星期五三月十三日,星期五,西方人眼中最不吉利的日子。深夜十一点,万籁俱寂,八十层的瑞丰大厦沉浸在夜的黑暗中,只有五十三层东南角的一扇窗中还有灯光透出来。最后一遍核对完所有数据,确认无误后,林诚按下了打印按钮,打印机运转的声音在寂静的办公室中响起。林诚伸了个懒腰,站起来,活动一下早已僵硬的身体。“完工了。”林诚将打印出来的材料装订好,喝光杯子里残留的一点咖啡,关了灯走出办公室,走廊里的声 Black Friday March 13, Friday, the most inauspicious day for Westerners. Eleven at midnight, all the silence, eighty-story Ruifeng Building immersed in the darkness of the night, only 53 southeast corner of a window there are lights out. After checking all the data for the last time and confirming the error, Lin Cheng pressed the print button and the sound of the printer sounded in a quiet office. Lin Cheng stretch a lazy, stand up, activities already stiff body. “Finished. ” Lin Cheng will be printed out of the material bound, drank a cup of coffee left in the cup, turn off the lights out of the office, the sound of the corridor