Rebirth Must Be Happy

"You're so shameless!"

"It's too thick!"

"You're so heartless!"

"too dark!"

The interviews with the students lasted for more than half an hour. After the preparatory bell rang, four students came out of the principal's office, and they all looked like they had seen the dark side of society.

Ruan Jingqiu and Xie Zhiqiang sighed, then looked at Xu Jinhuan at the same time. Ruan Jingqiu asked curiously, "You're now my deskmate, why haven't you said a word?"

"She won't write it no matter what you say."

Xu Jinhuan pouted, "You guys don't actually think she's interested in what's happening at my school, do you?"

"There's none?"

Ruan Jingqiu and Xie Zhiqiang were both puzzled, and even Chen Xingzhu was a little confused, saying, "Reporter Chai just asked very detailed questions."

"That's a journalist's basic skill. You have to try your best to find material, and of course, you have to show a lot of interest and encourage them to talk more."

Xu Jinhuan laughed and said, "When it comes time to write the manuscript, I will write it according to their needs."

Xie Zhiqiang then asked, "Why did you interrupt and supplement what we were saying several times just now?"

“Your expression wasn’t clear enough, and you were led astray, which gives her a lot of room to maneuver.”

Xu Jinhuan smiled and said, "But even if she says it, it won't affect the final draft she writes, so you don't need to worry."

Ruan Jingqiu laughed and said, "We weren't worried at all; it's you who's worried."

They parted ways in the teaching building. Xu Jinhuan and Chen Xingzhu went back to their classroom, while the other two continued upstairs. Chen Xingzhu asked softly, "What do you think she will write?"

Xu Jinhuan said, "It's similar to those in the Chronicle."

"Probably not?"

Chen Xingzhu was a little incredulous, "Yilin is a domestic media outlet."

"You underestimate the integrity of some people."

Xu Jinhuan, afraid that she would worry, smiled and said, "Don't worry, it won't have any impact. They won't target me. I just don't want to be a tool... Anyway, no matter what, it is indeed beneficial to me."

"That's good."

Chen Xingzhu was still thinking about the Innovation and Technology Competition. "As long as I can win an award, that's fine. Second prize adds 10 points, and first prize adds 20 points."

Xu Jinhuan stated, "I will definitely work hard and not let Boss Chen down."

Back in his seat, he couldn't help but recall what Chen Xingzhu had said downstairs in the administration building, and fell into deep thought.

Was Zhizhi unhappy before?

Song Zhiyu must have been unhappy when she first moved in. Her parents had just divorced, and China felt like a foreign land to her. She was also living with relatives, so even if her parents treated her well, they were still just relatives. It would be strange if she didn't have some resentment.

But from the time she moved here in May Day until she went to Huangshan during the summer vacation, there were more than two months in between!

According to Xu Jinhuan's guess, Song Zhiyu was probably mostly pretending during the first week, but she was genuinely happy after that.

Based on his own feelings, Song Zhiyu should have gradually begun to accept him as her older brother after that. If she accepted him, what else could she be unhappy about?

Besides, going to Huangshan wouldn't necessarily make her happy, it's not like she's never climbed a mountain before... uh...

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Xu Jinhuan's mind, and he remembered what had happened on Mount Huang. He couldn't help but purse his lips.

It was probably just his imagination, but he felt something was off about his mouth and wanted to lick it.

He tried hard to hold back, but after a while, he couldn't resist and licked his lips.

This is a normal little action and is not directed at any third party!

《意琳》正刊每月两期，分别在5号、10号上市，在上市前要留出4天分发、1天装订、3天印刷，基本在上个月25号后就要开始印刷了。

Therefore, Xu Jinhuan's report will definitely have to wait until the second half of the month on the 25th, by which time the National Youth Science and Technology Innovation Competition will have already ended. This is one of the reasons why Xu Jinhuan completely ignores the other party.

Even after the interview ended, there was still discussion about it at school, and many people would even ask about it or make a joke when they met, but Xu Jinhuan basically forgot about it.

The next day was Friday. Xu Jinhuan, Chen Xingzhu, Xie Wanqing, and Song Zhiyu went to the library as usual, but this time they drove there instead. Their minds were not on studying, but on preparing for the competition.

After these days of development, his news has received a lot more international coverage, but there's not much to boast about. In the technology and digital field, in addition to CNET, MacRumors and TWiT have also been added, both of which are very heavyweight media outlets in the industry.

In addition, Xu Jinhuan also selected some clips from several well-known NGOs and media outlets in Europe, and added the rest to the list of "and other media outlets".

The July advertising fees have been released. Apple received 168,000, while Google received significantly less. The Android version was launched later, and the revenue from announcements based on daily active users was not as high as that from Apple. There's no way around it; advertisers consider iOS users to be of higher "value" on average, with a monthly revenue of only 36,000, for a total of 204,000.

Apple's payment will arrive around the 15th, while Google's will be later, around the 25th.

Kong Wenbo hasn't resigned yet, but he's still thinking about hiring. After the group finished eating noodles at noon and returned to the library, Xu Jinhuan received a message from him saying that an old classmate wanted to come and give it a try, and he assured them that the other person was very skilled.

"It's no exaggeration. This person was a top student at our school, and he was very ambitious. After graduation, he went to Beijing..."

Kong Wenbo seemed afraid that Xu Jinhuan wouldn't believe him, so he explained in great detail, "If his boss hadn't been such an idiot and stingy, and if the game he made hadn't been constantly reported and eventually taken down, he wouldn't have resigned in a fit of anger."

When Xu Jinhuan heard him say this, a thought suddenly struck him, and he asked, "He used to work in Beijing, but his games kept getting reported?"

Kong Wenbo: "Yeah." Xu Jinhuan: "Do you know the company's name?"

Kong Wenbo glanced at the chat history and then replied, "Beijing Dingyi, why are you asking this?"

"..."

Xu Jinhuan was at a loss for words. After thinking about it carefully, he remembered that when Ding Wenjie blocked the door, he had lied to Ding Wenjie about a game to shield himself from the attack. The game's development company seemed to be called Jingcheng Dingyi.

Kong Wenbo, a classmate of mine, works at this company. The game he was responsible for was taken down due to frequent complaints...

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Xu Jinhuan pretended nothing had happened and typed a reply: "Sigh, the game is too hard."

"Yes."

Kong Wenbo strongly agreed, "The key issue is that truly terrible games go unchecked, while games made with care get reported by idiots every day..."

Xu Jinhuan gave a few perfunctory replies, telling Kong Wenbo not to worry, and then stopped replying to messages.

Whether by coincidence or not, he was driving three girls home in the evening when Xie Wanqing received a call from Ding Wenjie.

"He hasn't called much, maybe it's something important. Let's answer."

Xie Wanqing was initially reluctant to answer, so Song Zhiyu persuaded her. At first, it sounded reasonable, but her next sentence revealed her wolfish ambition: "You can put it on speakerphone. If he wants to do something, we can give you some advice."

Xie Wanqing knew, of course, that she wanted to watch the show, but she still turned on speakerphone and gently said "Hello".

"Wanqing, have you received the message?"

Ding Wenjie's words revealed undisguised smugness as he sneered, "What's that kid saying now? Crying, huh?"

Xie Wanqing was completely baffled: "What are you talking about?"

"You do not know?"

Ding Wenjie paused for a moment, then laughed: "I know, Xu Jinhuan must be too proud to tell you, right?"

His tone became even more arrogant: "Let me tell you the truth, that kid's game has already been taken down. Where are they going to make money now?"

"what?"

Not only Xie Wanqing, but also Chen Xingzhu and Song Zhiyu were taken aback upon hearing this. They subconsciously looked at Xu Jinhuan, then looked at each other, all feeling puzzled.

They even played a game after lunch.

Was it taken off the shelves this afternoon?
Xie Wanqing kept her composure and asked, "How did you know?"

"Does this need to be said?"

Ding Wenjie sneered, "Of course I took his game down. Now that kid can't make money, right? He doesn't even have food to eat, so how can he pay you a salary?"

Xie Wanqing was a little angry, but she sensed that Xu Jinhuan had slowed down the car. He turned around and pouted from the driver's seat. She, Chen Xingzhu, and Song Zhiyu followed his gaze.

At the entrance of the residential area, Ding Wenjie's Mercedes-Benz E was parked on the side of the road, but he was not in the car; instead, he was leaning against the car and making a phone call.

Beside him was a young and charming woman, dressed scantily in denim shorts and a tank top, revealing a lot of skin, looking sexy and alluring.

The woman nestled close to him, holding a piece of ice cream she had bought from who-knows-where. She took a bite herself and then fed one to Ding Wenjie.

Ding Wenjie didn't know how he did it, but it didn't affect his speech at all. He didn't care about the stares of passersby, and even seemed to enjoy it.

"And I heard that you even gave up the car your parents bought you. It must be inconvenient for you to go out now, right? Do you realize how valuable money is now?"

Ding Wenjie laughed on the phone, his voice clearly sarcastic, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance. I cherished you, but you didn't..."

He took a bite of ice cream from the woman next to him, but didn't stop talking: "To be honest, I'm right at the entrance of your apartment complex. I don't care where you are, you have to come back right now and appear in front of me before my patience runs out, and I might give you another chance."

"..."

Xie Wanqing didn't even have the energy to scold him and hung up the phone directly.

Ding Wenjie, who was leaning against his car by the roadside, seemed stunned for a moment. He took out his phone and glanced at it, as if he still couldn't believe that he had been hung up on.

After confirming that he had indeed been hung up on, he became angry and was about to call back when he heard a car horn blare.

Ding Wenjie was already furious, and seeing that someone actually dared to do it, he didn't even look at them and instinctively cursed, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, he swallowed the rest of his words.

The reason is simple: a Mercedes-Benz S-Class appeared next to it, and every part of the car exuded an aura of superiority.

Those who are proud of this will naturally also despise themselves for it.

The next moment, Ding Wenjie saw the familiar, gentle face with a smile on his face in the driver's seat, and the almost perfect, beautiful girl next to him.

The other person only had a cold, indifferent face, and the scantily clad woman next to him, who was quite attractive, was instantly reduced to dust.

Ding Wenjie was still in a daze when he saw the back window of the car roll down and a small head stick out. The face was tender, and the person looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, but was extremely beautiful, pure and sweet.

She stretched out a small, fair hand, raised a slender middle finger, and her pure, sweet, and innocent face revealed undisguised disdain. Her cherry lips parted, and her voice was crisp, sweet, and melodious: "Idiot!" (End of Chapter)