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559. Damn Where Did They Lose?

"Ah, writer Wang, hello..."

Unexpectedly, it was the great writer herself who answered the phone. The female reporter herself exclaimed in surprise and then greeted him politely.

"Okay, then see you coffee on both sides of the Taiwan Strait at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."

It is better to be distracted than to be blocked. Both parents and relatives and friends are in Kangyong County. Wang Yongren, who did not want to disturb them, simply accepted the other party's interview request.

During the Chinese New Year, the other party called to greet him. Wang Yongren could understand the difficulty of these low-level workers.

Even in the journalist industry, there are at least seven-day holidays during the Chinese New Year.

However, he also made the same request as the female reporter of Lido Daily, only accepting text interviews and not showing his face when he left the country.

Although there are many people who know him in Kangyong County, as long as it does not appear on TV news, it will not affect his daily shopping. Who would remember his handsome face? At most, the little girls will look at him sideways when they see him.

Just seconds.

"Dad, I'll tell the other party that I'll accept a text interview tomorrow morning."

Wang Yongren, who returned the phone to his father when he returned it to his phone, and by the way he told him about his arrangements, which was also for the relatives and friends at the dining table.

"Written interviews are good, and there is a proper way to advance and retreat."

As an old fry in the unit, my uncle Cai Guangming nodded and agreed to his nephew's idea.

When he was drinking tea, he wanted to talk to his eldest nephew about this issue. Now it seems that he is too worried.

Holding hundreds of millions of wealth and going to sign sales conferences around the world, the eldest nephew's knowledge has exceeded that of most of his peers.

Of course, he had heard from his brother-in-law that the share of supermarkets in the county's primary and secondary schools was that the nephew had established a relationship through a certain person.

Now, the eldest nephew is no longer the child of that year, and Cai Guangming is not easy to speak too much in a preaching tone to avoid hurting the relationship between relatives.

"I'm so literary, I'm not a unit now, so I'm talking well."

Wang Youqian, who was sitting next to her, glared at her husband, and then said to her nephew: "Yongren, your text interview..."

After having a busy dinner, Wang Yongren received a gesture from his cousin and took the other party and his cousin to the third floor.

After entering the bedroom door, he took out two gifts from the bag and handed them to the two. Wang Yongren spoke and introduced: "Cousin, your this is Chanel watch, Jianxi, your this is Rolex."

During the Chinese New Year, he didn't send any cosmetics or jewelry. He gave the watches directly, so he didn't have to consider whether the two of them would like it.

"Thank you, my cousin (brother)!"

After receiving such an expensive gift, Cai Chunxiao and Wang Jianxi both thanked him excitedly.

Afterwards, Wang Yongren picked up the big bag and went downstairs to give the elders the gifts they brought back from the capital one by one.

No matter how brilliant his achievements are, the relatives and friends at home must take care of them.

On the morning of the third day of the Chinese New Year, Wang Yongren, who had finished his morning jogging, finished washing up, had breakfast, sat on the balcony on the third floor and looked at the webpage, and went downstairs to drive to the two sides of the Taiwan Strait, a thousand meters away.

Although it is the Spring Festival holiday now, coffee on both sides of the Taiwan Strait is one of the few restaurants that open on the second day of the Chinese New Year. The business is quite good. There are many young men and women sitting in the hall drinking tea and chatting, and there are many students in it.

boy and girl.

It is hard to imagine that many years later, under the impact of various low-priced fast food coffees, this cross-strait coffee changed hands several times, and in the end, there was only a reception desk and a staircase left on the first floor.

"Hello, Master Wang! I am Chen Congya who had called you on the phone before."

After walking into the second floor private room of the Cross-Strait coffee, Wang Yongren saw the three people standing up in the room. The young man had a huge camera in his hand, and the woman in the black dress greeted him.

"Hello, Mr. Wang, I am Fu Xifu, the chief reporter of TV station's outdoor location."

Another woman wearing a pink skirt and thick makeup, wearing a high-heeled black stockings, also introduced it.

"Reporter Chen, I seem to have told you that I will not leave the country."

From the accents of the two female reporters, the decent woman wearing a black suit, short skirt and flesh-colored stockings was reporter Chen who had contacted before. Wang Yongren frowned and asked.

"Sorry, Writer Wang, this is the arrangement of the station. If you don't want to leave the country, we will definitely not turn on the camera."

Looking at the other party's frowning and unhappy look, Chen Congya smiled in her heart, but on the surface she looked apologetic.

The colleague next to me was arrogant in the past and thought he was a little pretty, and he was often used to be a monster.

However, because the other party’s uncle was the deputy director, the big guy was just talking behind his back, and on the surface they were all kind and harmonious.

"Writer Wang, if you only want to accept text interviews, we will definitely put your wish first and will never force it. However, you are so handsome and have performed on stage on the Spring Festival Gala. Let our fellow villagers in Kangyong County see, isn't that not?

better!"

Facing this famous writer, Fu Qingfu blinked her beautiful eyes with eyeshadows and smiled and persuaded her a few words.

There is no doubt that this world-renowned writer who has just appeared on the Spring Festival Gala stage is the largest news source in Kangyong County. As a reporter, Fu Qingfu definitely doesn't want to miss this opportunity.

Even if the other party is just accepting text interviews, she can complete it with her colleagues.

The most important thing is that this great writer with a net worth of over 100 million is much more handsome than the photos on the Internet. If he can win the other party's favor, it would be good...

"Well, reporter Chen, let's start, I'll have something to do in half an hour."

Nodding without comment, Wang Yongren just glanced at the female reporter in pink dress with long black silk legs and said directly to the reporter Shen.

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Of course, this female reporter wearing thick makeup in pink dress attracted the attention of ordinary men, but Wang Yongren, who had seen the beauty, only felt that the perfume on the other party was too strong.

As for face, why did he give it to the other side?

"OK."

Seeing that this great writer was so disrespectful to his female colleagues, Chen, who was smiling inside, invited the other party to sit down, took out his notebook and started preparing: "Writer Wang, I don't know if you like coffee or milk tea, I ordered a serving for you!



“Just coffee is good.”

After approving the other party's preparation, Wang Yongren sat down naturally.

Fu Qingfu, who was swept away his face, had a slightly pale face, but she didn't say anything strange, and sat down with a smile on her face.

At this time, whoever is angry will lose.

"Writer Wang, please ask, why did you think of writing a book at the beginning?"

After chatting, Chen Congya began to enter a working state.

Because I communicated on the phone in advance, some of the previous questions are more concise, and some questions that can be answered are placed at the back.

"There is a bit of accidental factor due to interest."

Regarding this question, Wang Yongren had previously answered a question from a female reporter from Lidu Daily.

Now, he naturally won't say any jokes about "If it weren't for life, who would be full of talent?"

After all, he is a creator and amateur contestant who has been on the Spring Festival Gala. Wang Yongren needs to promote more positive energy ideas and guide young people to form correct values ​​and outlook on life.

"Oh, can you tell me in detail?"

Although he learned about the origin of the other party's creative path online and other media reports, Chen Congya still asked.

After all, there must be some way out for what other people report and what I tell you.

"I still remember that I was..."

After drinking a sip of coffee with two pieces of sugar cubes, Wang Yongren, who felt that the taste was not as good as drinking, began to tell his original intention of writing.

How could he write for simply making money? It was the momentary intention of young people, and he persisted because of his hobbies.

As for the so-called monthly royalties of tens of millions of euros, isn’t this fate’s reward for hard-working workers!

"Mr. Wang, can you ask if you have any plans for the next book?"

Fu Xifu, who was sitting next to her, asked first after the other party finished talking, and there was a notebook in front of her.

Chen Congya, who was interrupted by the rhythm, couldn't help frowning when he looked at this colleague who was used to stealing the limelight, but he did not show it in front of the great writer.

Maybe the other party wants to add the signature, or wants to make another draft, these are all post-event distributions. If the interview cannot be completed, everyone will have to go back and have a break.

Fu Xifu has a deputy director uncle, and her boss will be worried about it, but she doesn't.

“No planning yet.”

When he noticed the expressions on the faces of the two female reporters on the other side, Wang Yongren, who could guess the reason, did not expose it, nor did he think of helping reporter Chen to relieve the situation.

These days, it is easy for adults to work in society. They are not a savior. They just need to do their best to give back to society while keeping themselves safe.

The Virgin, just Mary!

"Writer Wang..."

"Mr. Wang..."

Seeing that the handsome writer did not object, Fu Xifu smiled and asked questions one by one with her colleagues.

It seems that the other party does not reject him.

After all, she is a flower of Kangyong TV Station and her family is well off. The rich second generation who pursues her can line up from the entrance of the TV Station building to Kangyongjiang.

After the interview is over, we can test it out.

"Mr. Wang, what are your expectations for your ideal partner?"

"Things like love are about fate, just follow the circumstances."

"Writer Wang, as far as I know, your studies before high school were completed in Kangyong County. As a tens of thousands of juniors in Kangyong, do you have any wishes?"

Half an hour later, Chen Congya, who had a similar understanding of the preparation questions, asked the last question.

As for those questions that may not necessarily be answered after asking, her colleagues have almost answered them, and they are all tactful answers without exception.

"Life will not treat any hard-working child unfairly! As the only shortcut to success in the world that can be achieved through hard work, I hope that students will not let down their youth!"

Regarding this, Wang Yongren was naturally prepared. After drinking a sip of warm water, he said a chicken soup that parents like to hear.

"Writer Wang, thank you for accepting our interview and taking the liberty to disturb your rest time."

Close the notebook, Chen Congya smiled and thanked him.

"Thank you for your hard work, and you still have to work overtime on the third day of the Lunar New Year."

After hearing the other party’s polite words, Wang Yongren also answered politely.

"It is our honor to be able to interview Mr. Wang, and overtime is also a blessing. It has been delayed by so much time. I don't know if we... can we invite Mr. Wang to a meal and express our gratitude!"

Fu Xifu, who stood up, showed her black stockings and long legs, and smiled and sent an invitation.
Chapter completed!
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