My Terrible Life in Those Years

The venue fell silent instantly.

All eyes were on the people on the stage, and some were also on the uncle from the provincial social news station who was speaking.

He was probably thinking to himself: Wow, he really dares to ask such a direct and sensitive question, what a pro!

Not to mention the people below, even Aunt Shu's eyes were somewhat subtle. She glanced at me, then looked back at Hong Panpan. She also wanted to know how this famous reporter in the industry, Panpan, would answer this question.

Hong Panpan deftly took the microphone from Aunt Shu's hand: "Ah, finally someone's asking a sensitive question!"

Damn, judging from her expression, it seems like none of their questions had excited her.

So all those big-name reporters were just giving her face for nothing?

Does she mean she doesn't appreciate it?

But strangely, her fellow journalists seemed unsurprised by her words!

what's going on?

Is this how everyone in this industry and this profession operates?

The middle-aged man from the social news station, holding a microphone, quickly turned on the recorder, his eyes shining, as if Hong Panpan was about to say something that could make the front page!

"As everyone knows, this column of mine begins in a stadium. So, why did I happen to be there at that particular time?"

I was speechless. People asked me, "What does our glory have to do with me? Why are you bringing this up?"

This guy is really making people curious.

After a half-minute pause, Hong Panpan continued with a relaxed tone, "What a coincidence! My husband, Old Hong, happened to be there inspecting work, and coincidentally, he insisted on taking me along!"

I'm completely confused. What is all this about?

Who is your old man? And what does he have to do with this?

But now, the entire venue was silent for a brief half-second, and then almost everyone uttered an "oh".

It's like watching a gambling game where the last card has finally been revealed.

I was still puzzled, as I hadn't answered the question, but the man immediately sat down and didn't say another word.

What does that mean? Does it just brush off the question?

This just means that you happened to be in that place!

The microphone was immediately returned to Aunt Shu's hands.

My employment registration form appeared in her hands.

"I can show this to everyone. Our colleague who was seconded to Jiangning only started last Monday. He's working as an assistant in Sales Department One. As far as I know, he only arrived in Huacheng the week before last!"

This definitively tells them that I, Jiang Ning, this temporary worker, am not only a temporary employee on probation at the company, but also, chronologically speaking, have no connection whatsoever with Hong Panpan, this senior reporter.

Especially after Miss Panpan mentioned what her husband had said, no one in the audience continued to ask sensitive questions.

The few people who followed asked about Glorious GG, when it would go public, and which GG sites had potential for development.

The press conference ended an hour and a half later.

After the event, Aunt Shu personally came to the main entrance, with Liu Mei standing to the side holding a large tray with dozens of red envelopes on it. Each member of the media who entered received one, regardless of their position, rank, or gender.

I was a little dumbfounded.

What do you mean?

People come to your door looking for scumbags, and you even give them red envelopes?

I have a sharp eye; I can tell that this red envelope is at least six silver dollars thick!

If each of these dozens of people takes one, how many would that be?

I twitched my lips. Wow, that's quite a generous gesture.

I took a moment to whisper to Xiao Zhou Tong next to me, "What does this mean?"

Xiao Zhou Tong put away his paper and pen with satisfaction, looking at the scene: "Well, this is standard practice, a travel fee, or you could call it a tea fee!"

"Why would I want this?" I still couldn't figure it out.

She glanced around to make sure no one else was there, then lowered her voice: "I hope these uncrowned kings, with their eloquent pens, will show mercy on bad things and add icing on the cake on good things!"

I opened my eyes wide. Is this some kind of game?

Looking again at Miss Hong Panpan, who was always with Boss Liu, Zhou Tong, puzzled, pulled aside Zhou Tong and asked, "This Hong Panpan, she mentioned her old man? What does that mean?"

At this moment, Xiao Zhou Tong hesitated.

"What's wrong? You look so serious."

She leaned close to her ear, ready to speak.

We got so close that her lips almost touched my ear. I could feel her breath, sweet as orchids, which made my ear tingle and then feel a tingling sensation.

"I heard her husband is the second-in-command in our city!"

I was shocked!

The genuine second-generation...?

This explains why she stands out so uniquely in the industry, managing to get a column in a major national newspaper in her early twenties, and why everyone is convinced by just a few casual words she uttered!

How could someone like that possibly have any direct connection with a temporary worker like me!

I almost broke out in a cold sweat. Good heavens, yesterday, what did I do?

And she's driving me crazy!

"What's wrong? Are you stunned?"

After Xiao Zhoutong told me this secret, she felt like she was sharing a secret with me.

I quickly snapped out of it: "That's nothing! Back in college, I had a classmate whose husband was even more powerful than her husband, Mr. Hong!"

Zhou Tong burst out laughing.

There's no way she'd believe that; you can tell from the way she's mocking me.

But little did she know, I was telling the truth.

Hong Panpan greeted Boss Liu, packed her things, and prepared to leave.

Then, seeing me not far in front of her, with a pretty young woman beside me, she mouthed to me: "You've been exonerated too early!!!"

I chuckled and gestured: Now that the verdict is over, we're even!

Good grief, it seems I've offended her again. She rushed up to me and held out her hand: "Business card!"

Huh? You want my business card?

"No!"

Huh? ? ? Hong Panpan was surprised.

There were also instances where, after learning of her identity as Miss Hong, she proactively asked for her business card, and she was told she didn't have one.

"Really, I don't have any. Temporary workers don't have business cards!" I laughed!

Upon hearing this, Mr. Liu's gaze paused for a moment.

Hong Panpan then remembered this and handed me the phone: "Give me the phone number."

If it weren't for Mr. Liu being there with her, I would definitely have said, "Miss, don't be so forward! A girl should be more reserved!"

Reluctantly, I pressed the dial button on her phone and handed it back to her.

We've finally seen all the media friends off, leaving only our own company colleagues.

Aunt Shu and Boss Liu didn't tell us to leave, so how can we leave?

Moreover, Wu Bo remained seated, seemingly distracted.

Mr. Liu quickly returned to the main seat, and Aunt Shu also signaled her colleagues to close the door, then returned to the main seat and sat down next to Mr. Liu.

"Everyone, sit down, let's have another meeting!"