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Chapter 39

Because "Long Teng" suddenly popped up without any warning in the world of novels, art, and comics, and it became popular!The author whose pen name is Yunxiao Zhijian and whose real name is Xiao Jian has received more and more attention from all walks of life, but is very low-key. He has made a shameful act of refusing to be interviewed by the media. The media sent reporters to take the initiative.

"What? You actually told me that you couldn't find the Sword of Clouds? If you can't find it, you don't have to come back... No information? If you don't have information, wouldn't you go to the publishing company to ask? I have to teach you all this?" the editor-in-chief of Jinghua Times Xie Xiao hung up the phone angrily, "Young people nowadays are becoming more and more unreliable in doing things."

Beijing Times reporter Wang Ming looked at the busy phone and said helplessly, "Fucking old Xie, if you say a word, I will run away."

After scolding the editor-in-chief, he scolded Xiao Jian again, "Damn it, people nowadays are rushing to give money to accept interviews and increase exposure, but this bastard actually hid. Why don't I just write this book?" Broken book, what's the big deal? I don't care if you don't accept interviews."

Intern reporter Wang Zhongquan was tinkering with his new handbag-style hidden miniature camera, but he didn't want to be sprayed with spittle all over his face by Wang Ming. He wiped away the spittle splashed on his face by his master's anger with his sleeve, and asked: "Master, where are we going now?"

"Can't you use your brain? Can you young people be reliable in doing things?"

Wang Zhongquan, who was innocently sprayed, muttered in a low voice: "Even if you learn to speak like the editor-in-chief, you can't be the editor-in-chief."

"say what?"

"I didn't say anything." Wang Zhongquan hurriedly said, "Let's go to Xinwei Space to inquire about the whereabouts of Xiao Jian?"

"nonsense."

Wang Ming led Wang Zhongquan to find Xinwei Space Culture Company located in the demolished house after a lot of hard work. "Master, why does this company look like a leather bag company?" He quietly turned on the miniature camera and held it in his hand.

Wang Zhongquan couldn't say that this was a leather bag company, because he saw four reporters with long guns and short cannons waiting at the door.

"Aren't you out of your mind? We're not here to break the news. What are you doing with that thing? Turn it off."

"Just practice it, and you won't feel panic when you really use it."

Wang Ming didn't bother to talk to him anymore. He saw an acquaintance among the people on the opposite side, walked over and said, "I said buddy, do you need to make such a big fight? That buddy isn't such a big name, right?"

The person who was asked was a reporter from Modu Weekly, and his eyes rolled away, "You are right, and I also think it is too inappropriate. How can you give this brat such a high treatment and make so many people wait?" , is about to leave." Turning his head and blinking, he asked the other three people: "Are you going?"

"Come on, this master is too arrogant, I don't want to wait on you."

"Young talents in the literary world, the cold one and the short one are not as good as him, why do you think he is?"

"You can't get used to him, let's go."

The three of them said they wanted to leave one after another, but their feet didn't move, their eyes were fixed on Wang Ming and Wang Zhongquan.

Wang Zhongquan heard that everyone was leaving, so he turned around and left. When he reached the stairs, he turned around and saw that no one else was moving. Master Wang Ming was also standing there with an old god. Only then did he realize that he was really too young. He walked back with his face down.

Wang Ming taught: "If you want to be a good reporter, in addition to being able to write with a pen and have sharp eyes and hands, you must also have a thick skin and a good mouth."

It was really a coincidence today, Xiao Jian didn't study the post-production of the movie.Being idle, he thought to himself that he hasn't visited the company for so long since he came back.As soon as I went upstairs to the company, I saw a group of reporters standing at the door.

Xiao Jian subconsciously turned around and walked downstairs, but how could he escape the eyes of the veterans?The magical skill of seeing all directions and listening to all directions is not blown out, so he quickly ran over and surrounded Xiao Jian.

"Hello sir, are you the sword of the sky, the author of the novel "Dragon Teng"?"

With a frightened expression, Xiao Jian put his head in his hands and said in a trembling voice: "Don't, brothers, if you have something to say, don't hit me. I'm just passing by. I don't know anything. Even if you want to hit me, don't hit me." Face."

A few people had black lines on their heads, rolled their eyes and kept scorning: Mom, didn't you see the guy on our chest? Have you ever seen a guy with tens of thousands of dollars on his chest fight?

"Sir, you see clearly, we are reporters."

Xiao Jian put his hands down after hearing this, boldly looked at the cameras hanging on the chests of several people, pointed to the "Nikon" on the lens cover and imitated Huang Bo's Qingdao accent and said: "Your mother, you are really reporters, not bad Well, the cameras are all from Nike, high-end stuff."

Then he straightened his collar, ignored the contemptuous gazes of the reporters, raised his head and said with a high air: "Tell me, what do you want to interview me for?"

"Excuse me, are you Xiao Jian?"

"What Xiao Jian, Wang Jian's? I don't know them. I won't tell you. We're here to urge them to move away."

The reporters immediately understood that this fat young man who looked very ugly was the person who demolished the company. If the demolition was violent, it would be newsworthy.But only one person came, and it seemed impossible to fight. The reporters immediately ignored Xiao Jian and walked back to the door of Xinwei Space.

"Hey, don't go, come back." Xiao Jian rolled his eyes and shouted again: "I said, why are you reporters so unqualified? After the interview."

Still ignored, Xiao Jian walked downstairs with a smile all over his face.

"Mr. Xiao, you are here! Recently your novels have been selling well and you have become famous. There are many reporters who want to interview you." An excited voice suddenly sounded, it was the four that Xiao Jian saw last time. Xu Zhiyuan, one of the new employees.

"Damn, that person is the sword of the sky!" The reporters upstairs heard Xu Zhiyuan's voice and ran downstairs one after another

Xiao Jian gave a wry smile, he really is not as good as the sky, he just played tricks on these reporters and he didn't know how to arrange himself, if he knew it would be like this, just admit it?

Hearing the sound of footsteps upstairs, Xiao Jian, who was embarrassed to face the reporter again, said to Xu Zhiyuan, "Help me block it, I'm leaving first."

The new and young Xu Zhiyuan was no match for these veteran journalists. Wang Ming, of course, faced Xu Zhiyuan who was blocking him with his hands outstretched.The reporters sent him five "I'm sorry, let me" and Wang Zhongquan gave him an apologetic look, and quickly ran past him.

"Damn it, I didn't do anything wrong, why did I run away?" Xiao Jian, who was chased by the reporter in despair, scolded himself angrily.

To make matters worse, just as Xiao Jian turned a corner, he heard the screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground violently. He turned his head and saw a small red car crashing into him quickly...

"boom!"

This collision frightened the beautiful woman in the car until the sound of the door closing, and then she came to her senses and saw a fat man sitting on the co-pilot.

"Don't be afraid that I'm not from Pengci, can you give me a ride?"

It turned out that after Xiao Jian was hit by a car, he only felt a huge force coming from him. He flew out a meter or two and landed on his head first, his eyes went dark instantly.

Fortunately, he recovered quickly and found nothing unusual except a little dizziness. When he saw the reporter chasing him, he got into the BMW that hit him before he had time to think. Only then did he realize that the driver was a big Beauty.

Forget about the big beauty, she is still a star, Xiao Jian asked her for an autograph last year, it was unlucky but he dared not get out of the car, if he got out of the car, it would be hard to tell if he was photographed and caused a scandal, the reporter was in front of him, there were pictures and the truth.

Seeing that she didn't move, Xiao Jian coughed and said, "There are a lot of reporters over there, so don't be dazed and drive away."

The beauty looked in the direction Xiao Jian pointed, and sure enough, a group of people with cameras ran over, and hurriedly started the car and drove forward.

After driving through several intersections and leaving the reporters out of sight, Xiao Jian said, "Stop in front, I'll get off there."

The beauty parked the car on the side of the road and saw the blood on Xiao Jian's forehead, and asked worriedly: "Well, are you okay, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Xiao Jian got out of the car, closed the car door, and said with a grin: "No, I'm fine."

Beauty Yu pointed at Xiao Jian's head, "But your head is bleeding."

"Bleeding?" Xiao Jian touched his head suspiciously, and there was a lot of blood on his hand, "I just said why I'm so dizzy..."

Before he finished speaking, he collapsed to the ground, scaring the beauty into screaming...

On the other side, the reporters did not catch up with Xiao Jian, and cursed angrily: "You said if this person is sick, why don't you just do an interview, do you need to run away, it's not a scandal."

Wang Zhongquan quietly tugged at the sleeve of Wang Ming, who was scolding joyfully, and pointed to the handbag with the Weiban camera in his hand.

Wang Ming's eyes lit up, and he asked in a low voice, "Have they all been photographed?"

Wang Zhongquan nodded proudly.

"Let's go, return to the agency."

(End of this chapter)