Chapter 12

Qingyao, with two panda eyes, knows what he wants to ask, and hurriedly follows him into his separate office.

"Are all your manuscripts true? The mysterious singer is the mysterious behind the scenes president of Pangu group? Is this painting really his own? Have you seen him? Have you heard him?"

Qingyao calmly pulled over the chair in front of his desk, calmly sat down, calmly extended a long leg to his desk, calmly put his hands around his chest, and calmly said, "Nirvana culture brokerage company is also his company's industry."

"I'll go!" Feng Ming's eyes were as big as cattle. "This man is the God of wealth among the gods of wealth."

After sighing, he slapped Qingyao on the shoulder and shouted excitedly, "Comrade Yun Qingyao, this is the rhythm of fire, isn't it?"

Qingyao was so proud that he continued to pretend to force calmly: "well, it's such a rhythm. Don't forget to pay my salary for that half a year!"

Feng Ming calmed down: "are you sure it's him who allows us to expose his identity?"

Of course not, but Qingyao is not going to tell Feng Ming.

Otherwise, with his double courage, he would not dare to be exposed.

She said vaguely, "of course, I had a close face-to-face contact with him last night."

There's no water in that.

Feng Ming hesitated: "have you recorded or taken pictures?"

"I went to Xu Jiayan's dinner to meet him. On such a tall occasion, how can we bring electronic equipment in? Editor in chief, have you never attended such a banquet?"

Feng Ming cleared his throat awkwardly: "you're right. You won't bring it."

Qingyao smiles to death in his heart. Let alone Feng Ming, there are not many people in the country who can attend such a banquet.

After all, the gap between the rich and the poor in our country is so wide, the gap between power and status is so large, and the rich and the powerful are in the minority after all.

Feng Ming wants to pretend and force him to pretend, which will not hinder the continued development of socialism.

"However, he is such a big man that we small journals really can't afford it. There must be his mysterious reason why he can play mystery like this. He suddenly asked us to publish such small journals..."

Looking at Feng Ming's suspicious cowardice, Qingyao was annoyed: "what's wrong? I'm not the editor in chief Feng. You're worried about losing my name!"

"Girls speak in a civilized way!" Feng Ming put his boss's face and turned his hair to show that he was very stupid. How could he forget the famous temporary worker incident.

At that time, he really provoked the great God. He said he didn't know it. It was all made by Yun Qingyao, regardless of his own decision. Yun Qingyao was just a temporary worker of this magazine. If she put all the responsibility on her, wouldn't she be clean?

Anyway, Yun Qingyao has always been bold and presumptuous. Anyway, this magazine will be hot

Qingyao closed his long legs, rolled his eyes at him, didn't bother to study the small Jiujiu in his heart, turned and went out briskly.

She is alone. She has no worries about life and no place to die. She is afraid of farts. Revenge and injustice are the basic principles of her life.

Speaking of revenge, and the pair of cheap walls.

Shit, why is life so full of disasters, hatred and grievances, irritability!

*******

Our entertainment magazine will be printed and distributed in a week.

Qingyao pricked his ears and didn't hear any sensation in the office.

Only Mi Rui has asked 100000 times why Lu Shaoqiu's portrait brought disaster to the country and the people.

Qingyao doesn't understand. Why is mi Rui holding on to her? How does she know about this problem? Mi Rui's correct interviewee should be Lu Shaoqiu's mother! Uh, or his father!

Fascinated by a portrait, as soon as this magazine came out, Mirui was the first to go to the reception room and get a copy.

In the elevator, I began to read it carefully from front to back.

Then the fire rushed to Qingyao's office cubicle: "what about it? Labor and capital asked you for it n times and didn't give it, nor did they copy it. Didn't they say they wanted to register this issue?"

Qingyao glanced at her in confusion and grabbed the new issue of entertainment magazine in her hand. Like Mirui's action in the elevator just now, he turned page by page.

More impatient than Mirui, the colorful coated paper was caught alive by these two girls like the face of a centenarian.

Hold the finished journal in the palm of your hand, Qingyao Teng gets up and kills Feng Ming's office more murderously than Mi Rui.

He slapped the Journal on his desk and asked, "editor in chief, you let me down too much! I didn't say I should bear the responsibility. What are you worried about?"

"OK, what are you crazy about?" Feng Ming stared at her. He really didn't withdraw the angry girl.

Qingyao's tone was raised again: "why didn't you let me send?"

Feng Ming was so roared that he pulled out his ears: "what didn't let him send?"

"Lu Shaoqiu!"

Feng Ming frowned: "didn't Lu Shaoqiu's print?" he took the journal she left to check, "no? I clearly approved it and asked the printing company to fix the edition. Did I miss it?"

"How can this kind of thing leak! Don't pretend to be the editor in chief. Aren't you afraid to print it?"

Feng Ming was also angry: "Yun Qingyao, how do you speak? I am the head of a journal. I will disobey you, a little reporter?"

"That's what you said yourself. Yin worships Yang!"

"You -" if she hadn't made great contributions to this magazine and had good skills, he would have opened her!

Entertainment records really have to be very good, otherwise you can't get anything.

"Come on, my prime minister's belly doesn't care about your subordinates. I'll check with the printing factory now. I tell you, if you want to find out that it's not my reason, I think you can beg me for mercy -"

With a bang, without waiting for his voice to fall, there came a resentful sentence from the office door that was knocked down: "I'll check it myself!"

Feng Ming is so angry that he smashes her with the new magazine. She hasn't been seen for a long time. Where can she smash it.

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The printing house admitted it very readily, and the reason was more straightforward: because it was Lu Shaoqiu, it could not be printed.

"Our agency doesn't lack your printing fee. Why can't we print?" Qingyao asked.

The printing factory worker stood up to her: "there are regulations in the factory, and we can't help it. Our factory doesn't allow printing all the personal information related to President Lu."

Qingyao went directly to the person in charge of the factory and got the same answer. President Lu's things were not printed in the factory.

"He Lu Shaoqiu is not a state secret person, and what I sent is not reactionary content. Why not print it?" Qingyao completely annoyed, "OK, OK, you're forced. My aunt will terminate the contract with you and find another factory to cooperate!"

Qing Yao took his electronic manuscript and ran all day in Penang. The results were consistent with the original printing factory.

It's almost twelve o'clock in the evening. Mirui hasn't seen her back yet. Call her.

Qingyao said he wanted to rent a house that day. The next day, MI Rui helped her finalize it. Just as Mi Rui moved away from the door, Qingyao moved in that day.

The rent is a little expensive, but fortunately, the furniture and appliances are complete. You can check in directly with your bag. It's very convenient.