Chapter 237 Follow the network cable to find the door
"Um?"
Just when the black goat suddenly went back on its promise and asked Lyon to take it back immediately, in the editorial office of the Sun Newspaper, a female reporter wearing a wide-brimmed wool hat suddenly changed her expression and touched her buttocks with two hands. There was a look of surprise in his dark eyes.
"Nicole?"
Although the movement range was large, the female reporter did not make any sound, and even the friction of her clothes was not heard, so it was not noticed. Only her colleague who was rubbed by her sleeve noticed the abnormality and tilted her head. He tilted his head and reminded in a low voice:
"Be careful, the director is holding back the urge to curse, don't let him target you!"
"Yeah, but don't worry, he won't be arrogant for long."
She nodded slightly towards the colleague who kindly reminded her, and then pulled down her woolen hat out of habit, suppressing the small tuft of hair sticking up between her temples. The female reporter secretly shrugged at the director who was lecturing her with a sullen face. He wrinkled his nose, then tilted his head and whispered with a smile:
"Old Martin's family status is too low, and he can't stand up at home at all. His wife, a 200-pound shrew, keeps her under control, so he can only vent his anger on us during meetings.
So it doesn’t matter if I get scolded a few times now. When I become the director of the news department next month, this kind of bad experience, which is useless except for making an impotent old man relieve his anger, is guaranteed to happen once. It won’t be opened again! "
"Well..."
The female reporter's words made her lips curl up, and the colleagues next to her almost bit their cheeks to bits. They were holding back until their faces turned red, and they managed not to laugh out loud on the spot.
After secretly taking a few breaths and recovering from her laughter, the female colleague could not help but complain in a low voice:
"Nicole, please don't hurt me. If I had laughed just now, Old Martin could have pointed at my nose and scolded me for an hour!"
"Sorry sorry."
After a sincere apology, the female reporter flipped her wrist slightly, took out a theater ticket, and thrust the real sincerity into the hands of her colleague.
"How about this as an apology to you?"
This is... a ticket for a performance by Morning Star Theater Company? It’s a special edition signed by Master Wilde and you can go backstage and shake hands with the master after the performance!
After secretly lowering her head and glancing at the performance ticket in her hand, the female colleague couldn't help but be overjoyed, but she quickly came to her senses, looked at the smiling female reporter warily, and said with suspicion: "Not good! If you suddenly gave me such an expensive ticket, you must have asked me for trouble again, and even asked me to help you top the tank! "
"Correct! You are so smart!"
After winking at her playfully, the female reporter slightly clamped her legs, her pretty little face seemed to be powdered, and she said with embarrassment: "Well... I slept last night. It was late. I was worried that I couldn’t bear it in the morning, so I drank a few more cups of coffee. Old Martin talked a lot of nonsense today. He kept talking for more than an hour and still didn’t finish, so can you..."
Got it, you need someone to cover you up when you need to urinate, right?
But today is a regular topic selection meeting. By the time everyone stands up to talk about news topic selection, if Nicole hasn’t come back yet, I’m afraid I will have to take double the scolding on her behalf.
Double the scolding...votes for Master Wilde...ugh! Worth it!
After hesitating for a while holding the performance ticket, the female colleague sighed, put the performance ticket into her pocket, and then moved her chair forward, blocking most of the female reporter's body.
"Then come back quickly!"
"Yeah, yeah, you're the best Maggie~mua~"
After blowing a sincere kiss to her friend, the female reporter, who had found a shield, leaned back slightly and used her colleague's body to block other people's sight. Then she secretly stretched out her calfskin boots and lifted them lightly. He entered the conference room through the ajar back door.
"Squeak~"
With the soft sound of the old door hinge, the female reporter who was sitting at the table just now swayed slightly and slipped out of the conference room silently. No one noticed her departure.
…
Already gone?
After getting out of the conference room and rushing to the door of the newspaper office, feeling the fluctuations that had disappeared, the female reporter couldn't help but frown slightly, and then asked who she didn't know: "Didn't you tell me just now that you noticed something else? Part of your information? Where did it go?"
No one answered for a long time.
When the female reporter's patience was about to be exhausted, a voice sounded slowly, as if she hadn't woken up.
‘Run away. 'nonsense! I've come here to look for him but I haven't seen anyone yet, so of course he has run away! The question is where did it go!
The female reporter, whose face turned a little dark, snorted and asked angrily:
"Direction! Location! Characteristics! Come on! Just say whatever you have! Don't keep asking me! Where did the other seventh of you go!"
‘…’
"..."
'have no idea. ’
"..."
This lazy demon deserves to be killed a thousand times!
I ran out with a precious autograph ticket, but it was all empty at the door. The female reporter couldn't help stamping her feet angrily, but there was really nothing she could do with a certain demon part that was too lazy to make a sound, so she had to bite it Ya walked back to the newspaper building.
Disgusting devil! If I ever talk to you again, I'm a pig!
‘That’s right. ’
Just when the female reporter was secretly angry, a fluffy invisible sheep tail floating behind her butt slowly said:
‘There are people from the Cleanup Bureau waiting in your office. ’
? ! ! !
Hearing Sheep Tail’s reminder, the female reporter raised her eyebrows slightly, then ignored her oath just now and said with vigilance: "Who is waiting? How many people? Are they here to arrest me? Or what?"
‘…’
"Speak!!!"
‘Male, one, you are a fan. ’
"ah???"
…
"This is Mr. Lyon, who has collected the double-issue seals for three years and obtained the pass of our newspaper."
After introducing Leon's identity, the smiling usher raised his hand to introduce the female reporter wearing a wool hat, and said with a smile: "This is reporter Nicole from the News Department. In the six years since I joined the news department, I have written more than 400 popular news articles and more than 120 in-depth reports, which are very popular among our Sun readers.
Whether it is a popular publication or a quality publication, reporter Nicole's reports have a large number of loyal readers, but readers like you who subscribe to a double-page newspaper and subscribe for three consecutive years are rare... Let's talk , I won’t bother you. "
After a clear-cut introduction, which helped both parties raise their "status," the facilitator did not stay any longer, but directly stood up and exited the office.
After the usher left, the two people who had guessed about their respective identities were silent for a while, and then the female reporter took the lead and said:
"Mr. Lyon, you..."
"I came here this time to ask you a few questions."
As Leon spoke, he took out the prepared newspapers from the shopping bag and placed them on the table one by one.
"Char's department store sale, a man was thrown into the hospital with a "heavy sum of money""
"shock! The Lane family was brutally massacred last night, and the murderer turned out to be this person"
"The Duke Can't Fuck Cabbage?" A comprehensive inventory of the Ryan family crisis! 》
"Slapping the prince in public, the new Duke of the Lane family is suspected of being manic!" 》
"Is beauty greater than power? Duke Lionheart is suspected of marrying into the royal family! 》
"..."
"I just wanted to ask you."
After reaching out and poking at the newspaper on the table, Leon observed the other party's expression and asked with dissatisfaction: "You have written to me eight times in more than a month, and none of the words you have written are good. , what’s the grudge between me and you? Do you have to look at me alone to find materials for your reports?”
(End of chapter)