On the top floor of the Jidong Evening News headquarters building, in the office of Chen Aishan, editor-in-chief of Jidong Evening News, Bian Fei took Zhang Borui to the top floor with the gloating and suspicious eyes of his colleagues, and then Bian Fei took him to knock on Editor-in-chief Chen's office directly.

It has a strong Chinese style decoration, a large solid wood desk. Apart from a wide screen computer display on the desktop, there is only a vertical folder of the same solid wood placed on the right, and several books of varying thickness are placed not far from the left to facilitate easy access.

Chen Aishan is already in his fifties, with a pair of black titanium framed eyes, and the lenses are 5 mm thick, indicating that it is of great degree.

Unlike most men who hold high positions but maintain proper care, Chen Aishan probably caused a lot of white hair on his head, which accounts for half of the level.

Seeing Bian Fei bringing Zhang Borui in, Chen Aishan was puzzled: "Director Bian, this one is Xiao Zhang, are you okay?"

Chen Aishan is a career-oriented person, and he has a certain utilitarian nature from Bian Fei. Chen Aishan also has his "utilitarian mind", but his utilitarian mind is to develop Jidong Evening News well. After taking over the authority from the previous editor-in-chief, he has been working hard for this goal. Unfortunately, even though he is ambitious, he is still powerless in the face of the technological development at the end of the day.

From a certain perspective, the development of print media to this day is indeed going to withdraw from the stage of history.

Bian Fei was just below and dared to roar and mock Zhang Borui, but in front of Chen Aishan, he was as honest as a rabbit. When he heard Chen Aishan's inquiry, Bian Fei didn't dare to speak loudly. He repeated what Zhang Borui had just said, and did not dare to add fuel to the fire.

"Editor Chen, this is the whole thing. Zhang Borui, who is under my command, said that he could contact Shang Fuhai and was preparing to give him an exclusive interview, but he needed the newspaper to contact the Jidong TV broadcast center, and in addition, he would help build momentum."

Chen Aishan turned his head slightly, his eyes crossed the thick myopia lens and looked at Zhang Borui not far away. In fact, he could only see a vague figure like this, but it did not prevent him from asking questions.

"Xiao Zhang, right? I remember you. I have worked in the newspaper for almost 8 years." Chen Aishan smiled gently: "In the past seven years, I have criticized you three outstanding employees and two excellent fieldwork reporter models at the headquarters, right!"

"Editor Chen, you have a good memory." Zhang Borui was still a little nervous when facing Chen Aishan. This was his respect for his predecessors, which was different from treating Bian Fei.

"hehe"

Chen Aishan smiled: "Are you a newspaper? If you have a bad memory, you will not be suitable for this job first. This is just a basic skill for us as a paper matchmaker."

"Well, Xiao Zhang, are all your Director Bian just said true?"

"Editor Chen, I respect you as a senior at our newspaper. I can prove that what I said is true, but I hope you can help me keep it confidential." Zhang Borui pondered for a moment and gritted his teeth.

After saying that, he glanced at Bian Fei again.

Chen Aishan understood: "Director Bian, remember the newspaper's confidentiality treaty."

Bian Fei nodded solemnly: "Editor Chen, don't worry, I understand!"

Chen Aishan then looked at Zhang Borui again: "Xiao Zhang, I hope you will think clearly. I can guarantee you with my reputation for 30 years of experience that I will keep your next words confidential, but I also hope you understand that if you make a name out of nothing, you will not be able to make it in the industry in Jidong."

The voice is not high, and the tone is even a little low, but the majesty in the words makes Bian Fei unable to help but start to sweat coldly. The sound of the screen tells you quietly that if you lied to me, I have a hundred ways to kill you, and I don’t have to take any responsibility.

That's how it feels!

Bian Fei suddenly realized that compared to Editor-in-Chief Chen, he was so pale and bored that he was yelling and showing off his might just to Zhang Borui, even mocking and roaring him.

"Of course I won't deceive Editor-in-Chief Chen." Zhang Borui took two steps forward.

As he walked, he said, "After all, even if one day I will stop working on the Jidong Evening News, I still want to mess around on the land under my feet. What will happen if I deceive a provincial newspaper editor-in-chief? I understand."

As the flowers fell, Zhang Borui took out his cell phone. He entered his password to turn on the screensaver of the phone. Then he opened the album and read the album "Family" with his password.

Zhang Borui pushed his phone in front of Chen Aishan, and he said respectfully: "Editor Chen, everyone in this album is my family, the password is 357241, you can open it and see it."

Chen Aishan looked at Zhang Borui thoughtfully. His hair was half white, but his hands were not slow, and he didn't say generously that I believe you, I won't look at it anymore. You can go back to your phone.

He tapped his fingers a few times on the screen numerical keyboard, and the album with a password opened. As the photos appeared in front of him, Chen Aishan saw words such as "A certain month and a grandmother's family portrait" and "A certain month and a family portrait at home" and "A certain month and a certain day of a certain month and a certain day of a certain year and a certain day of a certain month and a certain day of a certain year and a certain day of a certain year and a certain day of a certain year and a certain day of a certain month and a certain day of a certain year and a certain day of a certain year and a certain day of a certain year and a certain day of a certain year and a certain day of a certain year and a certain day of a certain year and a certain day of a certain number of photos opened. It is obvious that every photo in this album has been carefully edited.

Chen Aishan clicked on the photo of "Family Photos of Grandma's Family on February 9, 2016". This is the latest photo. After enlarging it, Chen Aishan saw two old men with white hair sitting upright in the middle, and the left and right people and the elderly who were both fifty and sixty years old were divided into two sides. In front, there were a row of small spots, and behind were two rows of young and middle-aged people of varying ages, both men and women.

Through the lens, he saw Zhang Borui at a glance, and also saw a young man next to Zhang Borui who was about the same age but still had a steady and unruly appearance on his face. The next moment he frowned, and several deep ravines between his eyebrows formed a vague font between 'Wang and Chuan': "This person is..."

Chen Aishan directly turned on the computer, and as he entered the three words "Shang Fuhai" on the page, the entire page was replaced with links related to monk Fuhai, as well as the Baidu entry for "Shang Fuhai".

Chen Aishan didn't go to read the news, so he opened the only Baidu entry and saw it: Shang Fuhai, the founder of Baofei Group, the group has Baofei Convenience Store, Baofei Catering, Beijing Parker Technology...

The full page was full of content related to "Shang Fuhai". Chen Aishan didn't see any of these contents. His wise eyes fell on the only photo on Baidu entry content through the heavy lenses. It was the photo of Shang Fuhai and his wife Xu Fei embraced each other. This was the only photo of him at the annual party.

Chen Aishan looked at Zhang Borui's mobile phone album again, and indeed saw "Xu Fei" in the remaining women's group.

"Huh!" Chen Aishan's breathing was a little heavy, and he returned to normal in a short while.

His eyes instantly turned stern, and he glared at Bian Fei, who stretched his neck to look at the album of his mobile phone. He was so scared that he quickly retracted his head.

Then his eyes became gentle again, and he looked at Zhang Borui and said tactfully: "Xiao Zhang, when are you planning to do this exclusive interview?"

"Editor Chen, I need some preparation time. Before that, I will list the text of the interview for you to review. After the interview, I want to publish the results of this interview in Jidong Evening News." Zhang Borui had a clear idea.

This is a reward, and it is what he has paid for.

"Okay, now we are focusing on the Two Sessions. We are not in a hurry. Let's do this. I contact Director Xia of Jidong TV and will give you enough time to arrange this exclusive interview. However, Jidong TV will definitely not miss this opportunity in vain. Do you understand?" Chen Aishan told him clearly.

Zhang Borui understood: "I understand, but I have to ask Shang Fuhai first. If he agrees, it's OK."

When his cousin called him just now, he said that the bigger the momentum, the better, and he didn't mind!

That means he can accept this interview live on the TV station, but why did Zhang Borui easily agree to the other party? He had to take some action, otherwise he would think he was easy to bully.

"Well, please contact Mr. Shang in advance and explain the situation to him, what should be broadcast and what cannot be broadcast. I will explain it to Lao Xia clearly, and you will have a good interaction." Chen Aishan said.

"Okay" Zhang Borui agreed.

"Editor Chen, then I'll go out and call him." Zhang Borui didn't say who to call, but Chen Aishan understood, and he nodded in agreement.

In Chen Aishan's office, Bian Fei finished the whole process with a puzzled look on his face. He became even more confused and asked boldly: "Editor-in-chief, is it related to his true monk Fu Hai?"

"Director Bian, what I said just now, you must always remember the newspaper's confidentiality treaty, I don't remember it." Chen Aishan said in a gentle tone.

Bian Fei shuddered and came to his senses.

After about five minutes, Zhang Borui, who had just gone out to make a phone call, turned back to Chen Aishan's office.

"Editor Chen, he agreed, and can broadcast it live or broadcast it," said Zhang Borui.

Chen Aishan smiled: "Xiao Zhang, you are very good!"

This was inexplicable, and then Chen Aishan touched a red-shelled landline phone on his desk and pressed several sets of numbers.

After a while, the other end of the phone connected, and the sound was not loud. Bian Fei and Zhang Borui did not hear clearly, but they heard what Chen Aishan said.

"Old Xia, I am Chen Aishan, yes, I have an important interview here, which is a direct interview with Shang Fuhai. Are you interested..."

...

On the third floor of Ginza Department Store, after climbing this floor, Xu Fei has converted three stores.

The clothes in the first store were too dusk, and wearing dark clothes made her look too calm and mature and lack vitality.

The second store has too few clothes and fabrics, which are so beautiful that they are dazzling, but they don’t match her personality...

The clothing in this third store is a style that combines the maturity of trendy brands and urban beauty. It matches her current situation. After choosing a set of clothes, Zhou Xiumei, the mother-in-law, rushed to pay and swipe the card. The purchase of 10,000 yuan was gone in a blink of an eye, and Zhou Xiumei didn't feel any distressed.
Chapter completed!