Jim Bunche.

Gu Yan spent nearly all night reading Qiao's data package and was impressed by the name.

In fact, the frequency of his appearance in the information package is not high. Compared with the writers or well-known reporters of popular websites, the number of his manuscripts is really not enough.

He is not the kind with less quantity and quality, the content of the manuscript is a little loose, and from time to time can not find the focus. The photos he took had the same problems as the manuscript, the focus was not prominent, there were too many miscellaneous objects, and the subject could not be seen at a glance.

If you are only concerned with the case itself, most of Jim Binch's manuscripts may have been swept away when looking at the information package. I don't think it's worth reading, and I won't notice him.

So this reporter has n’t been mixed up for so many years, and it ’s not without reason.

But in Gu Yan's eyes, his sense of existence is a bit strong.

His sloppy, extended reporting and follow-up style have written many things that Gu Yan is interested in. Just like the report about Yan Suizhi going to the trial, he also took many photos that were related to the case but were unrelated.

Of course, much is about Yan Suizhi, after all, he was the focus of that case. But it is not limited to Yan Suizhi, but also the defendant, the plaintiff, and even the police officer handling the case.

As can be seen from his photos, the evaluation of people like Jim Bunge is probably very divided.

Sometimes it will move people's lives, sometimes ... maybe it will only build a beam.

When Gu Yan looked at the information, he intercepted some of the photos taken by Ben Qi. He transferred it and glanced at it again, patted Yan Suizhi's hand, put the photo on his eyelids, and heard the inaudible voice with the communication Tao: "Don't let the popularity run away, maybe you have to ask him for help."

Yan Suizhi's remarks did not show an accident, but gestured to him, "Relax, I am very gentle."

Gu Yan temporarily believed him.

...

In the beer restaurant and hotel, Bunche coughed and squeezed two points in his face, which was a polite smile, and said to the communication side: "Good afternoon."

Hussey gave his teacher a three-point face, stretched a particularly upright and serious face, and listened quietly to Ben Qi's conversation with the intern, while thinking in his mind: Does this beginning seem to be good? God bless, I hope that the intern is a little obedient, and hope that his teacher's temper will not explode, even if it is not successful, it is also good to talk a few words to ease the relationship.

As a result, the idea just popped up, and Ben Qi went on with another sentence, "Lawyer Ruan."

"..." Hesi silently covered his forehead.

How to say it, the other party is an intern, a friend who has a good relationship is called an intimate joke, but from Ben Qi's mouth, how does it sound like a ridiculous yin and yang.

But Hesi knew that Bunge wasn't really mocking, he just wanted to be close.

One ... can't be beaten if you do it.

He quietly rubbed forward, his ears upright, and faintly heard a smiling voice in Bunki's ear buckle said: "Good afternoon, it's a prize, who are you?"

Hussey: "..."

At the time of Lyra Star, he saw Ben Qi gritted his teeth and left a communication number with the lawyer Gu and the intern.

Benchi's face quickly turned green, and he moved his lips, looking like he was silently cursing. Then he squeezed out a little more and said, "Nobles forget things, me, Jim Bunch, a reporter on Cellular."

The other party laughed: "Just kidding, of course remember, you invited me to drink coffee."

Benqi remembered the past, and his face was greener again: "..." Then the fuck, obviously you turned around and couldn't give money? !

The other party continued: "Also actively shared the photos you took with me."

Bunki: "..."

Who takes the initiative? Who shares? Can I count on you in exchange? !

The other party politely said with a smile: "Is there any good things to share today, Mr. Benqi? I look forward to it very much."

Bunki: "..."

Damn it.

Without saying anything, he took off his earrings and threw it on the table, and the communication was automatically cut off.

...

In the garden restaurant of Hengjin Hotel, Yan Sui removed the ear buckle innocently, and the beeping tone became very clear instantly.

Lawyer Gu took a sip of wine silently, leaned back in his chair and looked at Yan Suizhi, said lightly: "What misunderstanding do you have about the word gentle, teacher Yan."

"Very mild, at least much milder than you were at the time. I just set a tone for him so as not to overestimate him." Yan Suizhi took a sip of warm water and blinked at Gu Yan, "make a hit What about gambling, I bet him to dial the newsletter, you just bet him not to. "

At the first time, Mr. Gu encountered such a strong buying and selling gambling contract, but he said helplessly: "What should I bet that I did not decide?"

A dean straightened upright: "Just say you can't bet."

Attorney Gu: "... cust."

He is no worse than Yan Sui for such speculation, and the teachers and students can be said to be equal. People like Ben Qi have a passion and perseverance when they were young, and they have their own perspectives and choices. They insist on not being teenagers, so the essence is proud. But he was denied too many times, and it was inevitable that he would be a little inferior.

Such a person with a mix of pride and inferiority will also have entangled dualities in personality, and emotionally do not want to do things, but still rationally do it daringly, but the mindset is a bit suspicious.

If Yan Suizhi opened his mouth to comply with his request, and he was very polite, he would be awkward.

So Gu Yan also felt that he would call the communication later.

But who made the bet Yan Suizhi?

As soon as the bet was settled, the smartphone shook again.

Yan Suizhi bent his eyes at Yan and shook his finger, then connected to the communication again.

...

In the beer restaurant and hotel, the proprietress didn't know where to touch a plate of melon seeds, drinking at the wine bottle and sipping at the same time, apparently treating the guests as the only fun to drink in stormy weather.

Bunki stretched his face, pressed the ear buckle with one hand, and pushed away Hesi a little with the other, as a sign of repulsion.

The voice opposite was still gentle and smiling, "Hello?"

Benqi just opened his mouth and said across the road: "Which planet are you on?"

This time the other party used a polite speech, and Ben Qi reluctantly rolled his eyes up again, and replied, "I'm in Decama."

"Oh, so." The other party said casually, "I thought it was the storm that cut off the communication signal."

Ha ha.

Ben Qi's temperament came up again.

But it is very strange that this special and inspiring way of conversation brought him back to the time when he was on Lyra, but I haven't seen it for a while. The intern, as always, let him instantly find a familiar rhythm.

Get angry, relax is really relaxing-

Neither the false nor the false or the polite ones are necessary.

"So, you, like those journalists, have you come to Hanjin Garden Hotel?"

Ben Qi heard the intern's words and nodded: "Who said no, which party doesn't want to take two photos at this party, not to mention an accident, this kind of thing destined to be concerned, just write a few strokes. Go to the homepage of the website. "

Opposite "um" sounded, agreeable.

Ben Qi thought about something more, and the intern smiled and said, "So Mr. Reporter, what are you going to give me this time?"

Bunki: "..."

Bunki: "???

Hesi was pushed aside, and this time he could not hear the sound in the ear buckle, so he didn't know what the other person was saying.

All he knew was that his teacher Ben Qi broke the communication without saying a word.

"What's wrong, teacher?" Hirsey couldn't help it.

Ben Qi rubbed his face: "Nothing, calm down."

He clearly went to the intern to get the goods. If he didn't mention a word, he had to put himself in. What the **** is this?

Two minutes later, Bunche buckled the ear buckle again.

Hesi turned away, somehow, he was a little sympathetic to his teacher, and had to take a deep breath before wearing earrings, which was a lot of struggle.

"Hello." Ben Qimu said with a face. "Storm, bad signal."

The terrible intern has to speak again.

Ben Qi continued with a blank face and said, "Don't go around the corner, just say it. You should be in the Hummer Garden Hotel? Can you provide me with some material? No need to be so explosive, it is different from other reporters. Appropriate exchange, what do you want, you say well, do n’t open the lion's mouth. I do n’t have a quick-acting rescue medicine like Xinwan. ”

"Excuse me, ask you a question." Ignoring those annoying content, the trainee is very polite, regardless of the words or tone.

Benqi felt a little calmer, "What's the problem?"

"How many years have you been a journalist?"

"How old are you this year?" Bunche took a sip of beer, leaned back in his chair, and unconsciously brought out some elder shelves.

...

In the garden restaurant.

Yan Suizhi covered her earrings and waved at Gu Yan.

"Why?" Gu Yan thought he had something to discuss, and leaned forward.

As a result, I asked Yan Suizhi: "How old am I?"

Lawyer Gu: "..."

Can acting be remembered first?

"26 years old."

"Really?"

"Speak casually." Attorney Gu's expression was cold.

Yan Suizhi once again "Feed" to the ear buckle and said calmly: "The signal was not good just now. I am 26 this year, what's wrong?"

Bunki: "Oh, nothing, so I can say, I have taken more photos than you have eaten. I have been doing this line for 30 years."

When he said this, he suddenly felt a little emotional. He has been in this business for 30 years. In the first 14 years, he insisted on his original intention and original intention. After that, he finally felt a little tired, and began to adapt slowly.

Maybe the stormy weather can't do anything else, suitable for nonsense. Maybe it's about 30 years ago that Leng Budeng reminded him to say a few more things about his past. After answering, he drank half a glass of beer and said, "I was an assistant reporter in the past few years. It was similar to your internship, but I was very motivated. I followed all cases and took everything, 20 hours a day. Holding the camera, he didn't feel sleepy yet. "

Yan Suizhi's remarks were not unexpected. He thought about it and said, "What case do you follow?"

"Yes, it was n’t like what it was at that time, but what hot spots were controversial." Bunki said, "No matter how big or small, I think it's very valuable. It's as large as the interstellar war conflict, and as small as a few more unusual birds in the neighborhood All shots. At that time, it was not just for work, but it was interesting, I wanted to shoot, and I couldn't rest. "

Having said this, Bunche was a little surprised to see the next Hesi.

"Shut your mouth shut, didn't you say that no one was young." Ben Qi said angrily.

In the ear button, the intern seemed to be thinking about something, and then asked: "Professor Zhou of the University of Batglia, have you ... heard of it?"

Benqi "ah-" said, "I know, an old professor who passed away many years ago, I followed the case."

He thought that the intern would have to ask a few more words. Who knows he changed another question, "So, there is a pharmaceutical mine operator named Ollie Luce--"

"Remember," Bunki said, "Are you testing my memory? Or are you trying to verify that I really follow any case?"