vrcanaries Chapter 451: Time to Increase Strength
Chapter 451: Time to Increase Strength
"But, there's no need for that," said reporter Zhang. "Linzi has had many admirers. There was a wealthy second-generation British man who came to the station every day waiting for her. He ended up wanting to date her, but she treated him like a brother."
Jiang Wanying wanted to ask more, but reporter Zhang had already picked up the plate and said, "I'm done. Take your time."
Fan Xiaolin returned to the office and saw Director Lu had sent her a message:
[Linzi, take care of Xiaojiang and give her more guidance]
She doesn’t mind being wronged: [I don’t have that ability]
Lu Tai: [Stop making trouble. Director Jiang has already criticized her. Just act like an older sister helping a younger sister. Don't fight.]
After saying that, he also gave her a screenshot of the WeChat message that Jiang Wanying's father asked him to convey.
Director Jiang: [Please tell reporter Fan to show no mercy and don't give me face. Criticize Wanying when necessary and be stern when necessary. Let her learn more.]
Fan Xiaolin smiled happily: [Okay!]
Not long after, Jiang Wanying came back.
She was putting things in her workstation and opening and closing drawers, making a loud noise, as if she had eaten a cannonball.
Just now her father received a call from Director Lu, who hinted that she didn't want to follow Fan Xiaolin and asked if she wanted to change teachers.
However, Fan Xiaolin also comes from a family of journalism, and is well-known in the circle for both her background and personal strength.
Jiang's father called Jiang Wanying and scolded her, asking her to cherish the opportunity to learn from reporter Fan, otherwise he would suspend her credit card.
Jiang Wanying came back reluctantly.
"Wanying, have you finished revising the manuscript?" Seeing her gloomy face, Fan Xiaolin knew she was upset. "The director just told me that the station values you very much and wants to train you."
Jiang Wanying sat down on the chair with a thud, sulking.
In accordance with Jiang's father's request, Fan Xiaolin sent five or six documents to Jiang Wanying.
"I still have five hours until I get off work," she explained. "Submit two quick reviews of hot topics, 500 words each. Easy, right?"
Jiang Wanying frowned.
“There are too many to list. I can’t finish.”
"That won't do," Fan Xiaolin said with a smile. "The average daily writing load for a journalism major is 2,000 words. If you can't even write that, then find someone else to teach you."
Jiang Wanying wanted to curse.
But then I thought, just write it, at worst I can use AI to generate it.
"By the way, no AI software allowed," Fan Xiaolin said, as if she could read my mind. "The director said that AI-generated press releases must be strictly prohibited. If caught, we'll be publicly criticized."
Jiang Wanying was seen through by her and muttered, "If you don't want it, then don't want it."
Fan Xiaolin smiled but said nothing.
Return to your workstation.
The phone vibrated.
Zhuo Ge: [Are you in the studio?]
As soon as she saw Chen Zhuo's message, Fan Xiaolin felt better.
[Yes, did you miss me?]
Brother Zhuo: [My mom sent me two boxes of steamed dumplings, but I can't finish them all. Should I ask my errand boy to deliver them to you?]
The two of them worked not far from each other, and Fan Xiaolin knew that Chen Zhuo was shy, so she usually didn't ask him to take her home.
But she couldn't leave now.
[Why don’t you take me to the station? I have something to do and can’t leave.]
Brother Zhuo: [OK]
After sending the WeChat message, Fan Xiaolin took out a small mirror to touch up her makeup.
This is her small weapon for secret investigations into the black market, which allows her to observe the situation behind her at any time.
Jiang Wanying was sitting at the workstation behind her, concentrating on writing.
But upon closer inspection, the page opened on her computer was an automatically generated document platform.
Fan Xiaolin smiled calmly.
She saw Jiang Wanying copy the entire manuscript.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Jiang Wanying quickly closed the webpage and looked back cautiously.
Fan Xiaolin pretended to be playing with her phone and didn't see it.
Forty minutes later.
Jiang Wanying translated the manuscript into Chinese and finished it.
"Xiao Lin sister, I'll go get some coffee," she said proudly, "Do you want some? I'll pour it for you."
Fan Xiaolin was scrolling through the news on her phone. "You're welcome."
Jiang Wanying hummed a little tune and went to the corridor.
Passing by the glass door, she saw a tall and thin boy coming in.
He has delicate features, a handsome outline, and very fine wheat-colored skin. He is holding a thermos bag in his hand, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His fierce tattoos and sturdy muscle lines complement each other.
Chen Zhuo wore the black Gucci sportswear given to him by Fan Xiaolin today. The gray Kirin pattern climbed over his shoulders, which perfectly matched his cool and solemn temperament.
In the media circle, Jiang Wanying's encounters with boys all had a feminine air.
She hadn't seen such a refreshing and special man in a long time.
"Hey, handsome guy!" She quickly chased after him with great interest, "Who are you looking for?"
As she spoke, she rubbed Chen Zhuo's tattoo with the back of her hand.
Before Chen Zhuo could speak, a low voice suddenly came, "Brother Zhuo".
Fan Xiaolin came out of the cubicle and pulled Chen Zhuo over.
Jiang Wanying's expression froze.
Could it be? !
She turned around and left angrily.
When he saw Fan Xiaolin, a smile broke out on Chen Zhuo's cold and indifferent face.
"I just saw that host," Chen Zhuo said. It was his first time at the station and he was still curious. "He's much thinner than he looks on TV."
Fan Xiaolin looked at the sportswear she had bought for him and nodded with satisfaction, "This suit really suits you. It made that girl's eyes widen."
Chen Zhuo smiled sheepishly and asked in a low voice, "She just glared at you. Did you have a fight?"
"No, we're playing games after eating."
Fan Xiaolin picked up a steamed dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth, "Oh my god, it smells so good!"
When Jiang Wanying came back from the tea room, she saw a group of people gathered in the corridor.
The leaders were all having lunch at this time, so they felt confident and kept sticking their heads out to look into their workstations.
She was about to go over but was stopped by anchor Yao.
"Wanying, don't go over there," she pointed inside and whispered, "Look, that looks like Linzi's boyfriend!"
Jiang Wanying glanced inside.
Fan Xiaolin leaned on the chair and fed Chen Zhuo dumplings.
Chen Zhuo swallowed the dumplings and deliberately held on to her chopsticks. Fan Xiaolin tickled his stomach, and he let go and laughed out loud.
My face hurts a little. Jiang Wanying feels jealous. She said this morning that no man loves her...
"His laugh is so sweet, is he an actor?" asked anchor Yao.
"It's impossible for an actor to have tattoos. But looking at his arm muscles, he could be a martial artist," said reporter Zhang.
"Sister Linzi also comes into contact with people in the entertainment industry?" asked the cleaning lady.
"Look at him hunched over Linzi's desk, like a hunched black panther," photographer Lao Liu said. "Is he a model?"
"Anyway, the man Sister Linzi likes must be extraordinary."
At this time, everyone in the cubicle gathered together, talking at once and praising Sister Linzi.
Suddenly a deep shout came:
"What are you doing? Don't you have a lunch break? Are you not working hard enough?"
Director Lu criticized with a stern face and a strong voice.
"The director is here," Fan Xiaolin straightened her expression, "Don't be afraid, he won't question you."
Chen Zhuo straightened up.
Everyone dispersed.
Director Lu passed by and saw Fan Xiaolin and Chen Zhuo. His eyes paused on Chen Zhuo's face for a few seconds, and he smiled and nodded at him meaningfully.