Live broadcast of magnet fishing, the police called me to file a report

Ye Haoran had just discovered a fighter jet and an island shipwreck at sea, and the news was at its peak. The story that he was killed in a hotel was quickly posted on the Internet, and in less than an hour it had appeared on all major mainstream media.

"It's a pity that such good luck ended up being gone. Luck is such an unpredictable thing!"

"It's fake! He's blessed with great luck, how could he die like this?"

"No one has good luck forever. It's useless no matter how lucky you are when you encounter ruthless people."

"Who did this? If you use bombs in the city, aren't you afraid that the police will want you?"

"I'm still waiting to see what other operations he has. Why is it suddenly gone?"

……

Regarding Ye Haoran's sudden death, most people on the Internet are very sorry. Ye Haoran's recent series of operations have made many people look forward to him, waiting to see how many outrageous operations Ye Haoran can do in the future.

Unexpectedly, this is gone.

This result was something they did not expect.

As the news continued to spread, many people who followed Ye Haoran also received the news.

In Yanjing, Zhang Huairen, who was resting at home, received a text message from a student.

"Hey, how could this happen?"

Zhang Huairen sat on the bed, remembering every detail of his previous interactions with Ye Haoran.

He was very optimistic about Ye Haoran.

It takes talent, talent, and luck. Such people are destined to achieve great success in the field of archeology.

What happened next also confirmed his thoughts.

It is definitely a great loss to the archaeological community for such a promising junior to die like this.

"Old man, what happened?"

Sensing something unusual about Zhang Huairen, his wife who was sleeping next to him became concerned and inquired. After being married for many years, she knew Zhang Huairen very well. The last time this happened, one of Zhang Huairen's beloved disciples got a terminal illness.

"It's nothing, I just received some bad news, please continue to rest!"

Zhang Huairen climbed out of bed, his melancholy mood making him want to drink some wine.

His wife stared at Zhang Huairen quietly, and still did not speak until Zhang Huairen left the room.

This is a tacit understanding between an old husband and wife. It doesn't mean that everything needs to be investigated thoroughly. If there is anything that she really needs to know, Zhang Huairen will definitely not hide it from her.

"Which person is in trouble?"

The wife muttered, then put the matter behind her and continued to sleep.

The same situation happened to many other people in the archaeological field and police officers who had contact with Ye Haoran. People always have more expectations for outstanding talents.

Acne company, public relations department.

As a newly signed top anchor on the acne side, the news of Ye Haoran's death caused people in the public relations department to go crazy. Now the entire Internet is hotly searching for Ye Haoran's death, and they need to follow up as soon as possible.

Song Dechang, the manager of the public relations department, was sitting on an ergonomic chair, looking at the hot searches on his mobile phone, and felt a headache.

A staff member stood opposite him, looking at him carefully, waiting for his instructions.

What is this called!
Such a powerful anchor appeared, and only a few days later, he disappeared.

Other companies will definitely be overjoyed. With Ye Haoran's ability to create topics, if he doesn't die, other companies will definitely lose a lot of their users. In the past few days, their new user growth has reached one million levels. .

With the size of their company, it is extremely difficult to add new users now. Almost all the users that can be developed have already been developed.

"What a sin!" The myriad of worries in his heart finally turned into a sigh. Ye Haoran's death was a huge loss to their company and would definitely alarm the top management.

"Manager, the whole Internet is talking about this matter. Should we also make an announcement?"

Now that the news of Ye Haoran's death is extremely popular on the Internet, as Ye Haoran's contract signing platform, we can take advantage of this opportunity to launch a cover push and get most of the traffic from it.

"No hurry, would you like to contact me there?"

There is nothing wrong with the staff's suggestion, but I need to confirm it first. There is still something wrong, and it's no joke.

It doesn't matter what other platforms are, they will definitely not estrange their relationship with Ye Haoran because of him.

The traffic belongs to the company, and the position belongs to him. Song Dechang still knows how to do it very clearly.

"I've contacted him, but I haven't been able to get in touch."

There was helplessness in the tone of the staff. Of course they knew how to do this kind of thing, but if it really exploded, it would be hard to answer the phone.

That's why he felt that the incident of people being killed by bombs was true.

Otherwise, why would I suddenly be unable to contact anyone?

Song Dechang fell into silence, the current situation was really tricky.

The popularity of any topic will not last forever. If it is delayed for a long time, the effect of the announcement will be greatly reduced.

The traffic will be eaten up by other platforms, and it may also be attacked by Ye Haoran's fans, resulting in the loss of many users.

But sending it is not a good choice for him personally.

He always felt that with Ye Haoran's luck, there was no reason why he would be killed so easily.

After some contemplation, Song Dechang chose not to send it, took out his mobile phone and dialed General Manager Yang Qian.

"What time is it?"

After a while of ringing, the phone was connected. Yang Qian yawned and said displeasedly.

It's past midnight now, and I was sleeping soundly. I was woken up, and I was so happy that I was so happy.

If Song Dechang couldn't give a reasonable reason, she would definitely give Song Dechang a good greeting.

"A big news just came out. Ye Haoran was attacked by a bomb in the hotel. We tried to contact him, but we couldn't. I'm afraid the situation is really serious."

Song Dechang quickly explained the general situation to Yang Qian, and the other end of the phone fell into silence.

After a while, Yang Qian finally accepted the shocking news: "How are you going to handle this matter?"

"Personally, I think it's better to wait for the police announcement. He doesn't seem to be a short-lived person."

Song Dechang did not hide his true thoughts. No one who can get to the top is a fool. It is absolutely unrealistic to throw the blame to Yang Qian, and it might even attract Yang Qian's attention.

"I'll let someone know about the situation."

Yang Qian did not mention a specific solution at all. Before the situation is understood, there are risks in how she handles it. There is no need for her to bear the risk for Song Dechang.

After hanging up the phone, Song Dechang cursed the old fox in his heart.

Yang Qian can help clarify the situation, which is good news. All she has to do now is wait.

Regardless of whether Ye Haoran died or not, he was destined to not be able to have a good rest tonight, and there were still many things waiting for him to do.

However, both publicly and privately, he hoped that the news was false.

(End of this chapter)