Chapter 398

"Canonization? Who is it?" Xiao Li asked in puzzled reply.

"The president of the canonization group, canonization! So you young people who have just entered the industry, don't think that paparazzi only need to know the stars in the entertainment industry. Business people, especially diamond kings like canonization, need to know more!"

Editor Zhu looked at the camera with his eyes, but pointed to Xiao Li and criticized one after another.

Xiao Li is not a professional journalist. He became a monk and applied to Nanbei daily. He really doesn't know much about the entertainment industry and business circles.

"But didn't it say that Luo Yangyang and Feng Heng were together before? Why is the person holding her at the airport Fengsheng?"

Editor Zhu stared at the camera, full of questions, and couldn't help whispering out.

Xiao Li looked at editor Zhu's dignified and puzzled look and whispered, "editor in chief, is this big news?"

Editor Zhu lifted his eyelids and his eyes were brighter than his bald head: "big, of course!"

"Luo Yangyang, taking advantage of the popularity of" the fate of immortals "and the identity of the president of Fengsheng Fengshi group, this is of course big news. It's great! But so what, can you send the news?"

"What is the turbulence in the industry these days because of an unidentified Luoyang? Who dares to commit a crime against the wind and release the news of Luoyang?"

Although the news is of great value, editor Zhu's face is still bad.

More than ten minutes later, Xiao Li and his silent companion walked out of the office.

Xiao Li thought that he really had to pack up and leave next month.

What he never thought of, at 3 a.m. that night, in his sleep, he was urged by editor Zhu on a phone.

"Xiao Li! You should immediately report back to the society and write a powerful manuscript according to the photo of Luoyang!"

Editor Zhu didn't care whether Xiao Li woke up or not. As soon as the phone was connected, he gave orders in a hurry.

"News from Luoyang?" Xiao Li was confused. "Isn't the news in Luoyang not allowed to appear in the newspaper? What's she doing?"

"You care so much? Let you do it, you do it!" Editor Zhu's voice was non-negotiable. "In an hour, you must hand over a manuscript to my satisfaction, or you'll go away tomorrow!"

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The next morning, the family closed the ancient house.

Old man Feng has the habit of reading newspapers every day. The newspapers of every newspaper office in DIDU appear on his desk every day.

The old housekeeper of the ancient house, surnamed Li, is about the same age as old man Feng. With a white beard and a Chinese mountain suit, he stands at the lower left of old man Feng.

Housekeeper Li looked at the old man Feng sitting in the main seat and reading one newspaper after another. His hands behind his back were sweating.

If someone stands behind him, you can see his hands behind his back, rolling a newspaper.

The words "Nanbei daily" can be seen faintly in the newspaper. Because housekeeper Li rolled it too hard, the newspaper was a little wrinkled.

After fifteen minutes of silence.

Old man Feng put down the last newspaper on the table and looked at housekeeper Li: "Lao Li, why do you have so much time today? You've been standing here all morning."

Mr. Feng's voice is thick, loud and full of middle spirit. It's not like the voice of the elderly at all.

"Sir, aren't you kidding? I'm not standing here to serve you one day?"

Housekeeper Li's hand behind him tightened a little, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little stiff.

"Is there something wrong?" Old man Feng picked up the steaming tea cup on the table and gently blew the tea in the cup.