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"Qinghuan! Su Qinghuan! Are you out of your mind?! Get moving!"

The director, Zhou Tao, roared through the headphones, his voice sharp and piercing due to excessive excitement, almost puncturing Su Qinghuan's eardrums.

"Charge! By any means necessary! Make him stop! Camera! Camera on! This is our station's only chance to go up in the air or down in the mud! If you mess this up, you're coming back to cleaning the toilets!"

Zhou Tao's roar was like a hammer, slamming Su Qinghuan awake from her daze.

She shuddered, watching the small, thin figure about to disappear into the car door, and an unprecedented sense of panic and determination welled up in her heart.

Cleaning toilets?

No, that's not the point.

The important thing is, if it ends like this today, she will regret it for the rest of her life!

She dreams of uncovering a major news story, one that could truly cement her status as a legendary figure in the world of hosting.

And now, this news is right in front of her, vivid and real, and she's about to get in the car and leave.

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently from tension and lack of oxygen.

She glanced at the cameraman beside her, who was equally stunned.

"Old Wang! Stay close to me! No matter what happens, don't stop filming!"

After saying that, she didn't even wait for the cameraman's response. She lifted her skirt, put on her high heels, and rushed towards the black Hongqi car with all her might.

The wind whistled in her ears, and she couldn't see the astonished looks of the passengers on the platform.

All she could see was the car and the closing door.

"Sister Qinghuan!" Assistant Xiao Li exclaimed and quickly followed with the equipment.

Cameraman Lao Wang, carrying a camera weighing dozens of kilograms, stumbled as he ran, but he kept the lens steady, capturing Su Qinghuan's running figure and the imposing luxury car in the distance in the frame.

In the live stream, everyone held their breath.

"Holy crap! This streamer's really going all out!"

"That's real dedication! If it were me, my legs would go weak, and I wouldn't dare to go any closer."

"Go, Qinghuan Goddess! Stop him! I'll send you rockets!"

"This is so exciting! I won't be sleeping tonight!"

Su Qinghuan's actions were undoubtedly reckless.

Just as she was less than five meters from the car door, the two burly men in black who had been standing next to the car turned around almost simultaneously.

They didn't make any exaggerated attack moves; they simply took a step forward, one to the left and one to the right.

But this one step seemed to erect two invisible walls in front of Su Qinghuan.

Their cold, emotionless eyes were like two drawn swords, piercing straight at us.

It was a pure warning, a deterrent that said, "Take another step forward and you'll face the consequences."

Su Qinghuan abruptly stopped running.

The heels of her high heels scraped across the smooth platform floor with a screeching sound, and she almost fell due to the inertia.

She was breathing heavily, her full breasts heaving violently with each breath.

Her makeup was slightly disheveled from running, and a few strands of hair clung to her sweaty forehead, making her look somewhat disheveled.

But she couldn't care less about any of that.

Her gaze passed over the two towering bodyguards and fixed on the child, Wu You, who was already halfway inside the car.

He seemed to hear the noise, paused in his act of getting into the car, turned his head, and looked over calmly.

It's now!

Su Qinghuan knew that this was her only chance.

She didn't yell and scream like a shrew, nor did she try to force her way through.

She simply stood there, facing the cold gazes of the three men, and bowed deeply, deeply, to Wu You in the car.

The 90-degree bow was impeccable.

She remained in that position, her voice trembling slightly from her rapid breathing, but every word was crystal clear.

"Mr. Wu You!"

She stopped using the term "little friend" and even felt that "little teacher" was inappropriate, instead using the most formal "teacher".

"Please forgive my rudeness and abruptness! My name is Su Qinghuan, and I am a host. I... I beg you, could you give me a chance to continue this live broadcast?"

Her voice was full of sincerity and earnestness, even with a hint of pleading.

At that moment, she put aside all her pride, the halo of being a top-rated host, and her ambition.

She was simply a recorder, wanting to document a legend that was unfolding.

"I know my request is excessive, and I know I have no right to bother you. But... your story and that of Wujia Village deserve to be known by more people. No, not just known, but seen! I promise I will only record it and will never ask a single question I shouldn't!"

She finished speaking in one breath, still bowing, awaiting the final judgment.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The wind blew across the platform, lifting the hem of her skirt.

The eyes of the two burly men in black grew increasingly cold, and one of them unconsciously placed his hand inside his suit jacket, where something seemed to be hidden.

The live stream chat stopped, and everyone watched the slender figure bending over nervously on the screen.

Wu You, inside the car, watched her silently. His dark eyes revealed no emotion.

He neither answered immediately nor refused.

He just stared at it, as if he were weighing something.

Su Qinghuan's heart sank to the bottom. She felt her back was soaked with cold sweat.

That's it, he's going to refuse.

Just when she was about to despair, that clear, cold child's voice finally rang out again.

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