"Boss, it's incredible!" Reporter Peng's assistant broke into her special dressing room, and ran into the makeup artist who was applying makeup.

Good guy, I was about to apply eyelashes to her, and I got all of her face all at once.

"Tsk!"

Reporter Peng suddenly stretched out his hand and knocked the eyelash brush head on the makeup artist to the ground. After glaring at the makeup artist, he turned his head and yelled at the assistant: "What are you frizzy? Just clean up if you can't do it. Fuck off!"

With that said, she looked at the exquisite makeup in the mirror and looked at people, not ghosts or ghosts. She was so angry that she threw the table book she was looking at on the dressing table: "I will be interviewed by the media later. Well, the last time I was late, someone on the forum said I was playing big cards."

"Yes." The innocent and involved makeup artist was full of fire and was not good at venting at reporter Peng, so he fired at the assistant: "Reporter Peng's electric shock case is so effective that several media are waiting to interview her. Look, if it's like this, I want to remake it again!"

The little assistant is only in his early twenties, just out of society, and the trustee finds a relationship with the reporter to do things around Tangtang Peng. This opportunity is not available to everyone. For a while, his eyes are red and he winced. Reporter Peng handed the IPAD over: "Boss, it's incredible, Xingsheng... Xingsheng has also released the news of electric shock!"

laugh……

Reporter Peng sneered, without looking at the IPAD, and slowly said: "After I exposed the electric shock yesterday, other media immediately followed up. What XX TV and XX Hong Kong media are not all following my footsteps?"

"That's right." The makeup artist took a cotton swab and carefully helped reporter Peng wipe the mascara off his face, then drew out the mascara again and continued to paint her eyelashes, and then echoed: "You, too young, every time we expose A case was immediately followed up by a lot of media. How to say it? Has been imitated, never surpassed, the boss is the leader in negative reporting. What Xingsheng? Private media, not just exposed a carrion case What's all the fuss about?"

The **** of the makeup artist caught reporter Peng's heart, and reporter Peng smiled triumphantly.

"No, boss, take a look, this Xingsheng...this Xingsheng..." The little assistant couldn't make it sound when he heard the shivering words: "They have exposed the therapeutic device exclusively! And they have also experienced it personally. Electric shock! The most terrible thing is that they say...they say that the therapeutic device is not micro-electricity, it is electric shock!

Reporter Peng's face collapsed, and she suddenly sat up.

Yes, I originally planned to continue applying eyelashes, but all of a sudden, I got them on my face again. The blooming flowers are really...

Reporter Peng took the IPAD, and quickly swiped his fingers on it. After looking at it for a minute or two, his face whitened and his hands shook.

"What is it against me!" Reporter Peng slammed the iPad to the ground, his face twisted, and reached out his hand to take the phone on the dressing table, and clicked on Weibo.

After a long while, for five or six minutes, reporter Peng did not speak.

In this short period of time, her fans have risen by more than 100,000, and the problems are all black fans. Under the Weibo where she reposted the electric shock case she reported on CCBV's official Weibo, the comments were crazy Ground rise.

Dozens of comments increase almost every time it is refreshed.

"Bah! Also the head of the negative press! She opened her eyes and said nonsense. The shock of a person is an electric shock, not a micro-electricity!"

"This idiot also said that he'want to experience it personally', nonsense, even the treatment device was wrong!"

"I'm so disappointed, Reporter Peng, I've always been a fan of yours. Did you make a mistake? Did they make a mistake?"

90% of accusations and scolding, 10% wait and see.

There is no way. Although Jian Xiaodan's report was not directed at Reporter Peng, it happened to hit Reporter Peng in the face and slapped him severely.

There is nothing more ruining the future than a shady reporter who gets into a credibility problem.

"Damn it!" Reporter Peng picked up the mobile phone and was about to smash it on the table, but her raised hand suddenly stopped. After her face was distorted, she clicked on the mobile phone contact list and swiped her hair down a few times. Text messages.

...

In the Xingsheng typesetting room, everyone stayed in place at a loss. According to Gao's instructions, the printing was temporarily stopped. Printing was stopped. What about the typesetting?

Is it going back to the way it was before, or...

Several people looked at me, I looked at you, and looked at the old man.

"Wait for a while, it won't take a long time to have instructions." Lao Xiao didn't know what to do. He had been in Xingsheng for so many years, and he rarely saw such a situation as stopping printing. Once, that time. The headlines printed the wrong names of important leaders of the empire, stopped printing, and wrote reviews and deducted bonuses from top to bottom.

Almost caused a disaster.

The report went smoothly. Why did it suddenly stop printing? Lao Diao took a look at the model in doubt.

"I want to go to the bathroom." A faint voice came, and Lao Hang put down the model and looked up. A woman about 35 years old said, wearing a pair of glasses, she looked gentle.

Lao Diao frowned, Jian Xiaoshan confessed that he had to look at them. After all, I know that only these people will report later, and this manuscript cannot be circulated.

"I put my mobile phone in, I'll go to the bathroom, do you want to follow?" The woman flushed with a urinary expression.

"This..." The old hanger stretched out his hand and scratched his head with some embarrassment, and nodded after looking at the pile of mobile phones placed aside.

Anyway, it should be fine if you don't get close to the computer, you have to let people go to the toilet! he thinks.

When the woman heard this, she ran to the bathroom quickly, locked the door after entering, smiled wickedly at the corner of her mouth, and stretched her hand to her chest, and took out a mobile phone directly from the bra.

A flat chest is good, no one can see a cell phone inside.

She squatted down and quickly sent a few MMS messages. On the MMS, the model of the post-production manuscript secretly shot was very vague and not all sent.

But the headline and subheadline are clearly visible. Basically, I know what Jian Xiaodan will post later. And this content is top secret.

After sending the MMS, she sent a text message: "Peng Niu, I’m Nana, don’t make my call, it will be exposed. This is my backup phone. Don’t worry, you and I have been friends for many years. Yes, I took a picture of Jian Xiaodan’s typesetting for the first time, thinking I could leave it to you. By the way, I don’t know if there are any indicators for Shuguang Primary School?

After ten seconds, the phone screen turned on.

"For our friendship, don't worry. I have a personal connection in Shuguang Elementary School who is responsible for the indicator. I think about it, there is no big problem. Your draft is very good, thank you." When reporter Peng's text message came, the woman deeply He breathed a sigh of relief.

She even bit her lip excitedly, and her lip was almost broken.

"Son, Godsend! Godsend! You can go to such a good public elementary school in the Imperial Capital! Great! Great!" The woman thought, grabbing her hair excitedly, too excited to know how It's good to do it.

"Manager Jane, sorry, I've been in the Imperial Capital for almost 13 years, and I don’t have an Imperial Capital registered permanent residence. It’s most important for my children to study! Godsends! It’s a good opportunity to blame you and whoever is wrong. Confronted with my classmate, reporter Peng! I took the initiative to help her, she would help me!" The woman bit her lip again.

thump.

With a soft sound.

She threw the spare phone into the toilet.

This is a tool for the crime, after revealing the brief content of the top-secret follow-up press release, it disappeared without a trace.