"The next step is to show the power of the media. Let the newspaper guys stop being lazy. It's his turn to play." Feng called Jiao Mu Jiao and told Fang Ritu who was lurking in the newspaper to do it.
Fang Ritu is a petite girl. Although she is not a national beauty, she is definitely a beauty. Once she arrived at the newspaper, she attracted the attention of countless single male editors. The president and editors are all hungry ghosts. This fat sheep, oh no, this beautiful female editor loves it.
"Anecdote of the Three Provinces of the East" is one of the more outstanding entertainment tabloids in the east. It usually publishes some social anecdotes, celebrity gossip, parents' short stories, and of course advertisements are indispensable. Fang Ritu’s pen is very leisurely on weekdays. Young single male editors are rushing to do the work. She enjoys drinking coffee and stealing food on Q every day. She enjoys herself occasionally. Write a few reports, the editor-in-chief swipes a pen without reading it, it must appear on the most recent empty page.
The task that Feng gave Fangritu was very simple. He wanted to find a way to explode the news that Mr. Liang's bank was losing money, and then ensure his own safety and withdraw to City A as soon as possible. It’s hard to break our little rabbit. She is best at writing gossip for entertainment. She can write social commentary by herself. However, Mr. Liang just sent someone to warn his president yesterday, implying that the recent newspapers should not show about Mr. Liang. Any news of the news, let yourself touch the tiger now, isn’t that looking for death
"Hey, why do you always give me such a tangled task?" Fang Ritu looked at the president sadly, and his affectionate eyes touched the fragile nerve in the heart of the fifty-year-old bachelor.
"What's the matter, my little beauty, I'm not happy these days?" The president came over, poured a glass of water for Fang Ritu, and sat down against the girl. His hands were originally patted on the shoulders, and they were taken up on the back. It's a bit cheaper.
This old pervert, Fang Ritu thought, wait, otherwise, alas, sacrifice yourself, anyway, it's just a show. I suddenly had an idea in my mind, the two eyebrows were tightly curled together, and the cherry mouth was pouting high, "I broke up with my boyfriend a few days ago, and I have been in a bad mood recently, please don't take offense, Lord President." She smiled embarrassingly at the old pervert.
It's hard for a daughter to buy a beautiful smile. The old scumbag is fascinated by this smile. "That kid is definitely eye-catching. Forget it, let's change our mood. Smile for ten years. I will invite you to dinner tonight!" A spark ignited in the bottom of the long heart, this beautiful girl might be pushed down by herself. Seeing her pitiful look, there is probably a play!
Sure enough, Fang Ritu accepted the president's invitation, and the old pervert of Le was humming a song to order a meal. This guy must be full of dirty thoughts in his heart, huh, the master, the master, I have dedicated myself to the public.
Fang Ritu drafted a press release with a very cryptic title. "High Yield and High Risk" originally had nothing to do with Mr. Liang’s bank, but the content below the title was an example of the Bank of Baring. The meaning is self-evident, if these underground banks in the east also declare bankruptcy like the Bank of Bahrain, the bonds you bought will all become waste paper!
The old sex ghost really booked a small box with ambiguous light. It seemed that he had lost money for picking up girls. The dishes on a table are of great value, but it is a pity that the two of them are not thinking about eating. They have different ideas. Chatting, talking about the old pervert, feel strange, why is the atmosphere wrong? Oh, it turned out that I was a careless person who didn't make a drink.
"Since the girl is upset, why don't we get drunk and relieve our sorrows?" the old pervert suggested maliciously.
"I don't drink well. I'll have to trouble you to send me back then. Don't let it go." This is obviously a false excuse, and the lady's shelf still has to be full.
"Don't worry, wrap it on me." The old ghost thought to himself, what should I do if you drink well, if you flood me, I won't be at a loss! Speaking of pouring the wine by himself, the sheep who could put a few glasses of wine in his heart.
Fang Ritu is a veteran in the social field. Her drinking capacity is no less than that of Liangzi, not to mention that she is not a massive president. After pushing the cup and changing the cup, Fang Ritu gradually used his ability to persuade wine.
Others persuade others to persuade others to drink, but beautiful women persuade them to lower their heads to drink boring wine, so they don’t say a word, and they pour down one bite at a time (in fact, they are sipped in small sips, and a glass of wine can be drunk for half an hour). Men are often deceived. The girls drink, why can’t they accompany them, so they toast frequently. When they meet the men in the east, they will be bored when drinking. After this cup, the first drunk must be this. A man who lives and lives.
Don't be so drunk, I'm still waiting for you to do things. Fang Ritu squeezed the president's drink, and watched the president's tongue become bigger and his neck became red, and she couldn't stand up and walk steadily. She pretended to be drunk and shook the ground floor with the president's hand. Sitting in the president's car, what he said was: "President, I am like this and they will definitely laugh at me tomorrow."
"Who, who would dare to laugh at our little beauty?" Well, when did Fang Ritu become your family's private property
"The guys from the newspaper must say that I went out and fooled around and didn't work every day." Fang Ritu pouted, not to mention how aggrieved, his eyes were covered with mist, and his face came out from drinking. He's blushing, and any man who sees it will think about it.
"Who, who would dare to say that I fired him, I fired him!" The president is now a man more than ever, holding the beauty in his arms, and almost treating himself as a superman.
"They are crowded, so I'll leave it alone." Fang Ritu shed tears aggrievedly, and the old look slobbered all over the floor. "Otherwise, the president, you accompany me to the newspaper office, I You have a ready-made manuscript in your hand. See if you can post it tomorrow. If you post it, they won’t have anything to say.” Fang Ritu tried to resist the nausea and threw it out with a charming smile. I can’t agree to anything. Now I drove to the club and swiped a big pen. Tomorrow morning’s newspaper, there will be "High Yield and High Risk" by Miss Fang Ritu.
When the president was ready to go back to enjoy the beauty of the spring with the beauty, at one spring night, the beauty got out of the car halfway, "Excuse me, the president, my mother contacted me and said that she is here, and I will accompany you tomorrow. Thank you for your kindness. Hospitality." Said he made a grimace and disappeared on the corner of the street.
The poor president has drunk too much at this time, and his brain is already not very bright. Of course it is important to be with his mother. From now on, we will have time in the future. Where did he know that Fang Ri Tu had already booked the night's ticket.