The crowds in Times Square in the South City were full of voices. The weather in June was slightly sultry. The crowds now make the heat rise even more. The staff in the square are constantly shouting, arranging the details of the awards ceremony of today's top ten youth representatives in China.
As usual, the following press booth has already arranged the venue in advance. In this kind of formal occasion, the reporters on site must be the first to arrive, set up the equipment, and make enough scenes so that the leaders at all levels who come to participate can see this thriving at a glance. Atmosphere.
And Yang Can was playing cards "fighting the landlords" with a few trainee reporters on the shady bench by the entrance of the square, in great interest.
"... Why don't you publish a leaflet! You are dead if you publish a leaflet!" Xiaopingtou slammed the pair of kings and kings in his hands in annoyance, and Yang Can finally ran away extremely strangely. Is it too unreasonable? How could he know that he was holding the two kings waiting to kill his bomb!
"Give money... Give money... Stop talking nonsense..." Xia Meng, who was dressed as a cool little girl, stretched out her jade hand in front of those people to beg for money with excitement. When she turned around, she didn't forget to give it to Yang Can, "You are really awesome." "'S eyes.
Today’s event for awarding awards by provincial youth representatives is a routine matter for reporters. Whoever has not put his mind on it, the content of the report is the same anyway, just copy each other. Those senior reporters with extensive connections are also busy following up. The relevant people engage in some social activities, and these intern reporters can only spend their time playing cards.
"What are you laughing at? You were just helping me fight..." Xia Meng counted the dozens of dollars excitedly, kicked Yang Can with her toe, feeling that Yang Can's eyes were serious when she first met.
But this guy really has the ability. Just now he lost more than 100 yuan in a card game with this group of people, and my heart was hurting. I didn't expect Yang Can to turn the tide when he came up to help her. Instead, he won so much. The food expenses for these two days are considered to be Don't worry...
"Why am I smiling?" Yang Can leaned forward and got closer to Xia Meng. He smelled the scent of the girly meat floating from her at the end of her nose. She was a little bit distracted. Xia Meng sat so close unguardedly, even though she was wearing The small neckline t-shirt, the eyes are smooth, and the white "cleavage" can still be seen. I thought I really underestimated her, this is not just c, and I am surprised.
"Where are you looking?" Xia Meng glared at Yang Can when she saw that Yang Can's eyes were wrong.
"How can something look good?" Yang Can looked disapproving.
"Are you saying I didn't?" Xia Meng bit her lip, and said with shame and anger: "You dare to say that I don't, I have a lot of good..." He kicked him.
Yang Can grinned and bent over to the place where he was kicked: "Sister-in-law's "milk" and "milk", lighter, good, very beautiful, very spectacular, it makes people linger."
"You said you didn't watch it?" Xia Mengfen blushed.
The few intern reporters nearby who lost money were even more envy and hatred when they saw Yang Can flirting with Xia Meng. The little flat-headed Zhang Dabao, who had been drinking alcohol last time, and this time lost money hummingly ran beside him. Yang Can: "Fine, I heard that Yang Can's report is about to go wrong, buddy, even if you support some of you today." The few next to him also looked at Yang Can with sympathy. They Nan Zhou Magazine offended the city bureau. The propaganda department has all spread in the industry.
At this time, Yang Can couldn't help but think of the editorial meeting a few days ago. The editor-in-chief Luo Cheng said: "I think we should publish the report and apologize..." It's a disaster. Everyone thinks so, but it's normal for outsiders to think so. Yang Can just smiled and said nothing.
The press release of the Municipal Bureau is completely different from the content previously published by Nan Zhou Magazine. This is a big or small matter. If Luo Cheng's intention is not enough, I am afraid that I will sacrifice myself as a pawn and keep Nan Zhou Magazine.
"Randomly speaking... Yang Can's manuscript is obviously classic, good news! Real news! What does not happen, what is there to be afraid of those on the side of justice..." Xia Meng was displeased when he heard it. Refuted them loudly, holding Yang Can's shoulders, and the words "This girl, I support you" were all over her pretty face.
Everyone has long known about this passionate reporter from Taiwan. I don’t know the sufferings of the mainland media people. They all smiled and joked about her: "Xia Meimei... You are also a reporter. If Nanzhou Magazine really fires him, what do you have? Quite Yang Can?"
Xia Meng heard the sarcasm towards Yang Can in their tone, and felt a little unwilling. She wrinkled her nose and said bravely, "I can testify for him..." After thinking about it, her words were not strong enough, so she gritted her teeth and looked back at Yang Can. He said, "It's really not possible. You can come to work in our Nanchu Shijing. Our boss is pretty good. He doesn't have a house to live in, so he sleeps with me... Just buy a pillow." He said that he was a little guilty in his voice. As soon as he was small, everyone laughed unconsciously.
"Yang Can, I really doubt that your kid is the illegitimate son of Wang Jianming, a real estate crocodile? How could there be beautiful women who would be nice to you... Picture what..."
Zhang Dabao's words made Xia Meng's face flushed, but Yang Can became nauseous on the spot. Wang Jianming in their mouths was a member of the award presentation of the youth representative. He started his career by real estate in his thirties, and is now a suburban real estate in Nancheng. What is done is a matter of rumors.
However, the people in Nancheng City know the name of this person, mostly because of the harsh means of forced demolition by his subsidiary Guojian Group.
In recent years, many people complained about the demolition in the suburbs of Nancheng. Guojian Group used bulldozers to shovel residential houses in the middle of the night, stopped water and electricity, blocked doors with rubbish, and even threats of violence have been heard among the people, but they have never been heard. A media report.
I heard that there are many honest people in the media who want to "disclose" this situation, but every time they submit related manuscripts, they are shot by the editor. Over time, everyone knows that this young and promising Wang Jianming has someone on it. , Who can't touch him.
It's such a person who was named one of the top ten youth representatives of the province of China last year. Can Yang Can feel sick when he is linked with him
While a few trainee reporters were playing around, a group of people at the gate of the square seemed to be arguing with the security guards. The security guards on the square were blocking a few people dressed as farmers from entering.