At noon, the organizing committee specially invited many reporters to have lunch in a lobby in Times Square, preparing for the awards ceremony that will begin in the afternoon. Yang Can also sat with the trainee reporters for a meal.
"Hey, it's weird. Why is the food so good today?" Zhang Dabao took a spoonful of turtle soup and found it very strange. This kind of "government" propaganda occasions reporters' food and entertainment are usually ordinary, but today it looks like a hotel. The banquet is very luxurious.
When everyone was very pleasantly surprised, Xia Meng's beautiful face did not see a trace of joy. Seeing Yang Can helping him pick vegetables, she turned her back and ignored him, as if she was sulking.
Especially the few people next to him desperately asked Yang Can about Gu Wan's affairs. Xia Meng's face, who had always been vigorously "shooting", became darker, making everyone feel that the atmosphere was a little stiff.
Just before the end of the meal, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a suit came in. Standing in the middle of the crowd, he suddenly clapped his hands and asked loudly, "My friends from the media have worked hard... What do you think of today’s food? Like..."
After working hard for a long time, it was a rare meal. Everyone could not help but applaud: "Okay..." "Thank you for the leadership of the organization..." "No need to say..." The atmosphere was very lively.
Seeing that the effect was good, the man in the suit smiled and nodded, and announced loudly: "These are Wang Jianmin of the Guojian Group. President Wang has hosted the advanced media to thank you for your support to the Guojian Group over the years. I hope you all We can continue to support Guojian Group and cooperate better."
Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized that this meal was made by the real estate developer Wang Jianming to show his favor to the various media in Nancheng. No wonder the food was so good, and there was sparse applause from the audience.
After the man in the suit finished speaking, he waved a big hand and several people like company employees scattered to the tables to give out red packets.
Red envelopes have always been the favorite thing for reporters. Whether in entertainment or business circles, this stuff is the best bridge between the media and the parties. Many journalists rely on red envelopes to get rich.
But generally speaking, just like the patient's attending doctor before the operation, the client will only benefit the media who interviews him. It is indeed rare to see such a big deal like Guojian Group, it is really a real estate developer! Just pride.
There was a cheer and encouragement at the scene, and everyone's faces were smiling. Only Yang Can's reaction at the table was slightly different. Everyone hesitated looking at the red envelopes in front of them.
Xia Meng was asking the people present with a look of doubt: "Do you want to take it?" This Taiwan girl has a sense of justice and hates Wang Jianmin's unscrupulous "traitor" business.
Zhang Dabao and the others were all "showing" their faces, and after hesitating, one of them said embarrassingly: "It shouldn't be accepted... But if you don't accept it, you will offend Guojian. I'm afraid?" Intern reporter They are all small shrimps. If they don't follow the trend, the unit will not send them to such occasions in the future. In the end, it will be yourself who will lose one hundred yuan for free. Who doesn't want it.
Zhang Dabao glanced at Xia Meng, but he didn't want to lose face, and finally snorted, "Come on! I don't need this little money... I don't want money that's ignorant of my conscience..."
When Zhang Dabao expressed his impassioned attitude, Yang Can wiped his mouth after eating, and took the one hundred in the red envelope directly into his arms, which was quite natural.
Black money and white money are all money. Why don't others send it? Yang Can doesn't have so many naive ideas.
"Yang Can... You..." Xia Meng's pretty face flushed red, and she couldn't tell for a long time. She just felt that she was blind and misunderstood him. Finally she stood up and patted the table. Instead of taking the red envelope, she threw down a hundred yuan bill as It was the meal cost this time, looked at Yang Can with disappointment and sighed.
When Zhang Dabao and several people left, they looked at Yang Can with deep contempt. At the end of the dozens of reporters, about two-thirds of the people who received the red envelopes.
Yang Can took the looks of the crowd into his eyes, and did not "show" any emotions.
Because of the charm of the red envelope, the manuscript activity started in the small meeting room tacitly. The real estate developer Wang Jianming, who looks like a Maitreya Buddha, gathered almost half of the reporters in front of him, along with Zhao Zhao, the head of Huainan Development Zone. Together with Changhe, standing by him to help him take the picture, smiling very beautifully.
Several other award-winning youth representatives are checking the content of the question and answer with the reporter who will ask them questions. In this case, the media and the parties have to be strictly reviewed, and all are arranged in advance. It does not matter. Everyone is just a little bit strange about the sudden problem of China. Why are there only nine youth representatives here? Who is that postdoctoral fellow who temporarily replaced the military engineering institute? Why haven't you come yet
Seeing that both Xia Meng and Zhang Dabao were surrounded by the few sanitation workers and individual traders who were less interested in, Yang Can sat next to him and yawned, showing no interest.
He disliked the hypocrisy of this kind of occasion, and was not interested in participating in the kind of motivational reports that no one would read, and he just wanted to wait for the event to end soon.
News is certainly important for magazines, but the most basic thing is personal connections. No matter how strong he is, he is just one leg. How much valuable news can he run? This is why the real senior reporters on the scene are not cold about the visits of such small people, but instead stare at the business and political elites.
If you can establish contact with the elites in these different fields, then someone will notify you in advance of something, and the news will come far faster than if you go running. Yang Can deeply understands this truth, so it’s better to be with Su Yun or Lin Aiwei, although it seems It is the initiative to approach purely for picking up girls, but in fact, if there is a seemingly seamless relationship with them, to lay the foundation for the future.
Of course, the foundation of Nanzhou Magazine is still very weak. Yang Can hasn't been able to get in touch with those, such as entertainment stars, business and political elites, but this matter is in a hurry. You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to go step by step. .
I was bored looking at the text message that Su Yun had just sent: "Yang Can! Go online, I was guarded by three abnormal tribes in the wild! Come and destroy them..."
Yang Can squatted on the ground very absorbedly and replied in a text message: "Wife... Husband, I am working hard to make money, and I can't help you. You remember their names. I'll go back and help you get revenge!
The text message was just replied. Suddenly someone tapped his shoulder, and a quiet and elegant voice rang behind his ears, "Do you have a wife?"
Suddenly, Yang Can only felt his whole body tighten, and his heart instantly seemed to be frozen by the low temperature of minus 30 degrees. He stood slightly and turned his head slowly, and was stunned when he saw the familiar and beautiful face.
Jane Xiaoxue in military uniform is beautiful and refined, giving people a feeling of being dusty. From this angle, the elegant and graceful landscape paintings on the wall seem to have become a natural background, and the beautiful Jian Xiaoxue is like walking out of the painting.
When Jian Xiaoxue walked in, everyone around me stopped breathing unconsciously, and was deeply shocked to see such a refined and refined woman in this city. The original noisy and complex venue seemed to be quiet for an instant. Down.
Even the beautiful etiquette ladies present unknowingly became ordinary and vulgar fans that were forgotten at a glance, and unconsciously embarrassed emotions appeared in their hearts.
Yang Can took a deep breath, stood up, lost the usual glib and tongue ability, a little embarrassed, and a little helpless: "You... why are you here?"
The hearts of the people next to them were picked up tightly by Jian Xiaoxue’s temperament and appearance. Listening to Yang Can’s slight complaint, she didn’t consciously raise an anger in her heart. Facing such a woman, this was too abrupt. It's a beautiful woman.
"I missed you, and I came." Jian Xiaoxue's Qingli face could not see a trace of mundane hypocrisy, staring deeply into Yang Can's eyes, unpretentiously confessing.
When the people around heard this sentence, there was an inexplicable anger deep in their hearts, as if angry that the most beautiful and whitest thing in the world was stained, how could they not understand, this woman is like a fairy. He would say such words to a man who is too ordinary to be ordinary.
At this time, Yang Can's mood calmed down a little bit. He saw the famous youth representative's brand on Jian Xiaoxue's chest, and then suddenly took a look at Gu Wan not far away. It turned out that the candidate for the temporary replacement of the youth representative turned out to be Xiaoxue... No wonder Gu Wan reminded herself not to stay.
Also, at the age of twenty, the rank of major is good enough wherever it is placed. Yang Can felt a lot of emotions in his heart. Suddenly he remembered that he missed Jian Xiaoxue's shot in the first exercise and was in the hospital. The situation of nine deaths and a lifetime.
If it hadn't been for Xiaoxue's accident, he wouldn't have the mind-reading skills, and now he was just an ordinary soldier.
I didn't expect to meet her here at all. Yang Can rarely feels like he is speechless. Sometimes things are like this, no matter how you hide, you should come or you will come.
Fortunately, at this time, Zhao Changhe, the head of Huainan Development Zone, pulled Wang Jianming over and "stripped" him.
"Major Jian, I am lucky enough to meet... Introduce, this is the young and promising Wang Jianming of the Guojian Group." Zhao Changhe obviously did not put Yang Can in his eyes, and naturally blocked them.
Although a little blessed, Wang Jianming, who can barely be regarded as a talented person, smiled and stretched out his hand gracefully: "Ms. Jian, I am glad to meet you for the first time."
But to his disappointment, the elegant and elegant Jian Xiaoxue was completely focused on Yang Can who was about to escape. She stepped forward and reached out to hold him, and asked quietly, "Give me your phone number."
Treating Wang Jianming and Zhao Changhe as transparent people completely made them feel extremely embarrassed and dull on their faces.
Zhao Changhe, the district head of more than fifty years, laughed a few times, raised his voice and called a few scenes, and finally brought the topic back to Wang Jianming.
He could tell if he was a human being. He wanted to bring Jian Xiaoxue and Wang Jianming together. In the eyes of outsiders, the young and promising Wang Jianming was most likely to be worthy of the elegant and refined Jian Xiaoxue. Well, Yang Can was automatically ignored by everyone.
And Yang Can caught in the middle is more embarrassed. Being pulled by Jian Xiaoxue’s corners of his clothes, he can’t run. The words of this disgusting official and business duo make him a little uncomfortable, although he does not like being entangled by the infatuated Jian Xiaoxue. But there was still a bad feeling in my heart.
You are really a "traitor" businessman who wants to eat swan meat, so he hits Jian Xiaoxue with his idea, and he doesn't look at his own mirror of his own virtue and "sex".
Just when the atmosphere of these four people seemed quite subtle, suddenly a noisy hall door suddenly rushed in a simple man wearing big pants and a loose white vest. He stepped forward and grabbed the trouser leg of District Chief Zhao Changhe directly. Kneeling down and wailing: "District Chief Zhao... You have to be the master for us... Wang Jianming "forces" we have no way to survive!" The thick Nancheng accent echoed in the hall with desperate grief and anger...