Gossip King

"Boss, I've inquired, the driving force of the hype is Mr. Tan, Tan Yidu." As soon as Gao Leng arrived in the ordinary work area, the fat man ran over in a hurry, and his second-generation official status came in handy at this moment.

Speaking of the gossip of this great imperial capital, no one is fat. This dude who has been for 20 years is quick to inquire. Although his connections are not very high-end, he can be connected in all directions. What is the partner of the military compound, the head of the alley, He played well.

The boss has decided to push hands for this kind of work, and someone is always required to do it. As long as someone does it, news can flow out. The fat man is in the media industry, and he drinks a lot of friends and friends when he pushes his hands. This kind of thing is left to him, and it is a matter of tailoring to find out who pushed. It is a matter of course.

"Sure enough, it is him." Gao Leng gritted his teeth fiercely: "There are only a few in the push hand world. There are only one or two in the imperial capital. You should not be wrong about this news."

Lao Hao also rushed to Gao Leng's side and took out the car key: "Boss, I'll drive you."

"Two cars, you will send someone to drive and ask a few experienced filming reporters to follow our car." Gao Leng's gaze fell on Pujie and Zhang Xuelong who were following Lao Hang.

These two are old people, the driver team is enough, but they are younger.

"Where to go?" the fat man asked.

"Go to Tan Yidu first."

"This person Tan Yidu takes money to do things. I still have a human relationship with him. You don't need to run, make a phone call, give some money, and the navy will withdraw." The fat man stalked to the elevator. Gao Leng walked away and explained quickly.

The network promoter was originally doing things with money, and the high-coldness came forward, and the fat man's network was moderated. If he wants to withdraw now, he will indeed withdraw. Anyway, I promoted it to reporter Peng, and on the other hand, the other party came to the door. He is also a network fan, and the long-term way is to accept it.

"What's the use of withdrawing the navy? The current tone is no longer good for Jian Xiaodan, and the white ones have become black ones." Gao Leng shook his head: "Go and transfer the reporters and bring the best equipment. ."

The tone of the Internet is like this. Once it is biased towards one side, there is no need for agitation by the navy. At this time, it does not matter whether the navy is withdrawn or not. Obviously, Gao Leng went to Tan Yidu for another purpose.

The two cars drove quickly to the bottom of an office building in the Imperial Capital. The one in front was a high-cold Land Rover, and the old crane drove very securely. The second one was a commercial car called Audi, which was driven by the street, and Zhang Xuelong was sitting. The co-pilot, there were seven or eight reporters in the four seats behind him, all 30 or 40-year-old reporters.

The pile of Xingsheng's best equipment on their legs.

This is a big posture.

You have finished your tricks, it's up to me to make a move, Gao Leng felt cruel.

As soon as he arrived at the office building, Gao Leng got out of the car, waved to the car behind, and nodded knowingly. The car drove into the basement silently. The reporters in the car were all lying down.

Only Gao Leng and Fatty got off the car and walked to the elevator. Fatty had already inquired which floor Tan Yidu's company was on, and they soon arrived at the door of his company.

The company of Tan Yidu, a well-known domestic promoter in the world, is actually far from as big as anyone thought, but it is more than 500 square meters, four or five offices, and a very simple sign hung at the door: Yidu Promotion.

"Excuse me, sir, did you make a reservation?" Just when I arrived at the front desk, the front desk was as simple as an ordinary company. A little girl stood up, bending over politely, and asked.

"No." The fat man said with a smile.

"Sorry, I need to make a reservation first. Why would you wait aside?" The little girl quickly pointed to the tea room next to her, and she was in the business of pushing hands. The visitors were all customers.

"Wait? We don't have time." The fat man frowned.

"This..." The little girl immediately looked at Gao Leng and Fatty warily, only to see them both in suits, and they seemed to be aggressive: "Sorry, Mr. Tan is busy now."

"Tell you boss, just say Gao Leng is here." Gao Leng smiled slightly.

As soon as the voice fell, the face of the little girl at the front desk turned pale. She looked at Gao Leng again in a flustered manner, and immediately ran inside, even nodding and turning around, and the staff working inside across the front desk also rushed forward. Looking up, there is panic and worship in his eyes.

They are pushing hands, naturally knowing that the hype in the past is aimed at Xingsheng, and Xingsheng's deputy is always cold, so why don't those who do this know?

Women and children are aware of carrion cases and electric shock cases, and they know better.

This is here.

"Please... Mr. Gao, please..." In less than thirty seconds, the little girl at the front desk ran over, bending over and stretching out her hand to lead Gao Leng to move forward.

Stepping into the door of their studio, a few ordinary offices, dozens of grid desks, dozens of staff, everyone is busy in front of the computer.

It seems to be no different from other companies.

The difference is that the boss's office is in the innermost, most hidden place, and there is no sign on it to indicate that this is the boss's room. Like many hospitals, this room will not be marked out of the director's office.

Concealment, it's not that you are afraid that someone will come and ask for trouble. Pushing hands is also doing things with money. Generally, people who find money are troubled.

Hidden, he came to do things, talk about things, mostly public figures.

"Oh, oh, isn't this Mr. Gao! That's so handsome! I push and push, this will kill the first-line celebrities!" As soon as I arrived at the door, the door opened, and a young man who was less than 30 years old gave a mouthful. With a very smooth tune, he laughed and stretched out his hand, patted Gao Leng's shoulder like Gao Leng was his own brother: "Brother! Come, have tea or drink?"

Entering the door, a scent of tea came with a faint fragrance.

Sitting on the sofa is a young girl wearing big sunglasses. There are several assistants standing next to her, one holding a bag for her and the other holding a coffee for her. After seeing the high cold, she seemed a little surprised, and opened her mouth slightly. The long legs arrogantly stood up, and walked towards Gao Leng.

"Gao, I didn’t expect Xingsheng’s Gao to be so young!" The voice is enchanting and charming, and the figure is more charming than the voice. It must have a chest, but also buttocks. The temperament is transparent when you stand up. With style.

The fat man behind Gao Leng couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, and moved to the side of Gao Leng: "The car model is so popular, a famous car model in China. My buddy wanted to chase it, but I didn't catch it. I was too snobbish. I have to spend money. ."

The model car took off the sunglasses at once. Not to mention, this person still smells like a girl from the Western Regions. She stretched out her hand and walked in front of Gao Leng with great enthusiasm, and held Gao Leng's hand tightly: "It's an honor, oh! It’s an honor to meet Mr. Gao here!"

Model car? Gao Leng shook her hand lightly, trying to release it, but found that she was holding on tightly, too enthusiastic. The car model was unattainable for Gao Leng before, but for him now , It is others who want to climb him.

Everyone knows that Climbing is a well-known reporter who is also the vice president of the first-class domestic entertainment media. A little praise will save you ten years of struggle.

"Hello, hello." Gao Leng said politely, letting go, and a slight disappointment flashed across Yunyun's face, and his eyes fell on the fat man behind Gao Leng.