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Chapter 464 The youngest deputy director of the Olympic opening ceremony

Author: Baishang Prawn Rice

Chapter 464 The youngest deputy director of the Olympic opening ceremony

Han Qiao's exclusive interview, the news will explode, and Xie Wanyi never doubted it. However, with the release of the latest issue of Southern Entertainment Weekly, which published her news release, she truly realized...

What is ace journalist!

Let me put it this way, she didn't dare to go out for two days. She was all in the attic to eat, drink, defecate and urinate. At night, she took advantage of the moonlight and went out to pour the toilet, and was afraid that someone would attack her from behind.

yesterday.

The editor-in-chief repeatedly reminded: "Wanyi, I feel wronged. Your contribution to the newspaper is obvious to all. Don't worry, I'll have a good rest these days. Hahaha, take an annual leave, and I'll solve this problem at the door of the newspaper."

"You are a meritorious minister. No matter who comes, the newspaper will not abandon meritorious ministers!"

Xie Wanyi looked like an entertainment reporter at all, and she was particularly strong: "Editor Wang, I will not withdraw the manuscript. If they want to beat or scold them, let them go!"

withdraw……

The fool just withdrew, and the impact was so sensational. Outside the window, the sun shone slanted, Xie Wanyi paired her shorts, her legs were white, and she held her feet, leaned over, smelled it, and retreated in disgust.

He glanced at the computer screen, poked his feet and shouted: "I'm so fucking eating aunt's smelly feet. In June, you will know what ace reporter is, legend!"

After getting angry.

She suddenly became listless and soft, holding the mouse, frowning and wailing: "Brother Han, you can't lie to me!"

Speaking of which.

She was so miserable. She reported it well, and she admitted that she praised the Xiuchun Dao, but she didn't say that the Xiuchun Dao is better than the Wushu!

That's it...

Netizens didn't buy it and scolded: "What kind of shit reporter? Can blind people be journalists now? They are really making up. How can embroidered Chundao be comparable to Wuji? The box office is comparable. I think you are addicted to Han Qiao's stinky feet."

"Xie Wanyi, I know this reporter, and I am a professional Han Chua."

"What about the professional ethics of reporters? I dare to brag about anything for money. I am a fan of Han Qiao, but, I dare not say that the embroidered Chundao is better than Wuji."

"Complaint her..."

In newspaper.

Xie Wanyi advocates embroidered spring swords. Southern Entertainment Weekly is a big newspaper, and the sales volume of entertainment newspapers has always ranked among the top three.

Netizens are just swearing.

Industry insiders are vicious, and the complaint letter flew over like snowflakes.

Two days ago.

A big man in the industry spoke: "Although Southern Entertainment Weekly is an entertainment newspaper, it cannot lose the seriousness of the newspaper."

One sentence.

Xie Wanyi took a quick break. Of course, in name, she was taking annual leave, and her salary was pretty good, and her salary was paid...

"Go to die!"

Xie Wanyi was tugging with her feet and fired bullets, hitting the mosquitoes on the eaves of the window.

The mosquito waved its wings and licked...

"Han Qiao's embroidered spring sword, a rare martial arts masterpiece, cannot be compared with Wuji, but with Han Qiao's box office appeal, it is not difficult to gain a foothold in the film market in June..."

Xie Wanyi refreshed the comments, and soon, her comments exploded: "Just you, that trash reporter, how much money did you charge? Let's just say it."

"At first glance, you are Xiaomi from Han Qiao, you have less struggles?"

Xie Wanyi was too lazy to reply to such prejudiced messages, and her mouse fell, and she saw a sincere reply: "It's very difficult. In the market in June, Wuji is so popular. Two movies, the two armies are facing each other, the first wave of hedging, Xiuchun Dagger may fall, Wuji expands the results of the battle, and Xiuchun Dagger has very little chance."

“Of course there are, too.”

"Wuji's first-day box office is almost foreseeable, and it must be far beyond Xiuchundao. Xiuchundao faced the challenge. The only opportunity point is that Wuji's reputation was unlucky."

“The probability of this is very small.”

"Nearly impossible, no analysis."

This man was a little tricky and could see it thoroughly. Xie Wanyi frowned: "Why is it impossible? You know, Han Qiao is the best at creating miracles!"

The reply was quick: "If Han Qiao is good at creating miracles, then Brother Chen Kai is a miracle. If Han Qiao is a miracle, then Brother Chen Kai is a miracle."

"The two are not comparable. There are at least 100 Feng Xiaogangs between Brother Chen and Han Qiao."

"not to mention."

"Wuji invested 320 million yuan this time. Chen Kaige worked hard to create the script himself. In terms of special effects, I heard that it is a Korean team, so do you understand what I mean?"

"You..." Xie Wanyi was about to reply, and the phone buzzed and she glanced at her eyes.

Editor-in-chief.

"Editor Wang."

"Wanyi, that's right. Recently, the newspaper has not adjusted its staff. Look, you have been tired for so long. Do you have any ideas to give yourself a long vacation?"

"Editor Wang..." Xie Wanyi frowned. She graduated from school and worked hard for several years. Finally, she stood firm and said anxiously: "Brother Wang, if there is a problem with the manuscript, I can withdraw it. I will publicly apologize to Brother Chen Kai."

"Wanyi." interrupted on the phone: "No problem, there is no need to withdraw the manuscript. I am very optimistic about you, but..."

Editor-in-chief Wang sighed and lowered his voice, "I dare not keep you. To be honest, you have been involved in a big deal, and someone has directly touched him. This time, if the superiors are going to hold him accountable, you will feel wronged and be a temporary reporter."

"Editor Wang, I..."

I have been working for 6 years, day and night, from a temporary reporter to a frontline reporter.

how,

It was the temporary reporter again. Xie Wanyi's eyes were slightly red, and she felt wronged in her heart, so she was about to speak.

“Dududu…”

The phone was hung up, and a series of busy sounds, like a hammer, smashed her heart heavily.

She is a girl from a small town.

Living in a small attic, sleeping in the wind and drinking in the open, staying up late to get a manuscript, like an iron man, Yuejing is almost dry after a few years.

Bar, bar...

Tears as big as beans were crystal clear, drop by drop, falling on the cabinet and crushed to pieces.

Xie Wanyi looked at her cell phone and wanted to call the deputy editor-in-chief for request.

The phone rang.

Hang up, and immediately sent a text message: "Don't ask, I can't save you, the person who came has a surname Chen."

See "Chan."

Xie Wanyi gave up. Chen was like clouds, spread all over the sky, and she was an ant.

only.

She just sent a press release, which had a good response, and the revenge was so cruel and rapid.

It can be imagined.

The propaganda struggle behind Wuji and Xiuchundao has reached an extremely severe time.

The sun is shining brightly.

Xie Wanyi was very cold, put her knees on the chair, put her hands on her knees, and was stunned: "I'm back, how should I explain to my parents."

At this time.

The phone buzzed, and the strange number was unfamiliar. Xie Wanyi answered, and the man's voice was low: "Is Xie Wanyi? My name is Zhuowei, Han Qiao notified you to come to work."

Xie Wanyi looked puzzled and was about to ask.

"Don't ask." Zhuo Wei spoke very gloomy, as if he hadn't woken up, and his nasal voice was very heavy: "Salary is 8,000, there is another commission, including food and accommodation, no check-in..."

"I'll do it!" Xie Wanyi immediately said: "I'll go to work tomorrow, no, I'll go to work tomorrow."

……………………

April 25.

Olympic Building.

The Olympic working group and preparations for the opening ceremony were all moved to the Olympic Building.

A black red flag car parked at the door, Hanqiao suit and tie, with a greasy head and a cross-back.

Elite temperament.

Team selection for the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games will be held today to compete for the final team.

"Brother Han, the arrangement is done." Yang Tianzhen hung up the phone: "Xie Wanyi will go to work tomorrow."

"Yeah." Han Qiao nodded: "Xie reporter, who is good at writing. This time, she spoke for me and suffered revenge. I should help her."

"The king of big and big is too shameless."

"Let down your figure and target someone a little reporter." Han Qiao spat fiercely: "Slutty."

After all, Huayi is a big company in the Beijing circle, and it is too simple to deal with a small reporter.

Things are simple.

behind.

But it is intriguing. Southern Entertainment Weekly, the big newspaper reported on Han Qiao's embroidered spring knife and said a few good words.

The reporter killed it directly.

Kill the chicken to warn the monkey, and this is to suffocate him to death in the cradle. Han Qiao shrugged: "Huayi is struggling dyingly."

If Wuji fails.

With such a big investment, Huayi was hurt and rested, Han Qiao would not give him a chance.

Then.

There are only two choices, one choice: death, and the other choice: surrender.

Obviously.

The two choices were not liked by Mr. Wang, and Han Qiao turned around and said, "The innocent and Mr. Wang, who was crazy, must be more than just these despicable means. We must guard the position on the Internet."

"Offline."

"You can ignore newspapers, TV stations, radio stations, cinemas, and publicity must not be at a disadvantage."

"Damn, Lao Han, you came so early."

Han Qiao looked over and opened her arms: "Damn, Lao Chen, your suit is a bit handsome."

"Be handsome." Chen Danqing touched his head: "There is no way, the artist has temperament, and the smoke comes from the root."

"No."

Chen Danqing lit the smoke and looked at Hongqi: "Damn, Lao Han, you can, Hongqi sedan, Audi, BMW, why don't you look down on it?"

"Who drives Audi?" Han Qiao complained: "Chinese people can't afford to drive Mr. Oti's car."

"It makes sense." Chen Danqing shook the ashes: "This time, what we do is, Master Oti become Oti..."

(End of this chapter)