"This uncle, I want to ask you something, I heard that this newly built school was built by a person, do you know him?" In the corner of the plum blossom seat, a woman in her twenties asked an old man next to her with a smile.

The old man was drinking a little wine, usually at home, but there was no such good wine for him to drink, the rice that was not produced was much, it was not enough for people to eat, where did he dare to use it to make wine?

And today's banquet is enough, good wine is enough, so naturally you have to drink well.

However, after hearing the girl's question, the old man put down the wine glass without saying a word, and then turned his head to look at the woman beside him with a blushing face.

"You said Mr. Zhang, how could you not know, oh, the three who cut the ribbon just now, the one in the middle is him, what a young and handsome guy, I heard that he is not yet twenty. ”

"People have ability, money, and most importantly, a good heart. This school was built by him alone, and I heard that it is millions, a good person. The old man sighed and nodded affirmatively.

"Oh, the surname is Zhang, it's not twenty yet!" the girl nodded, and then the pen in her right hand quickly wrote something in the notebook in her left hand, and after noting down the time, the girl looked up at the old man again: "Then do you know why he donated to build this school?"

"Well, I really don't know very well, but I heard that it seems that when Mr. Zhang came last year, he stayed here for a day, and half a month later, when he came again, he pulled an engineering team to come, and I really don't know the specific reason. ”

"But, whatever the reason, it's a good intention, if he can build a school for children in a place where we don't, what else can he want?"

"That's it!" the girl nodded thoughtfully, and then a bright smile bloomed on her face: "Thank you, old man, that won't disturb your meal, eat well!"

After speaking, the girl quickly stood up, bowed slightly in thanks, and then turned around and walked towards the old Shiqiao Elementary School, put away the pen and notebook, replaced the camera, and then took pictures around the old school.

The sound of clicking, the flash lights on constantly.

While taking pictures, the girl muttered a few words from time to time.

"I can't imagine that there is such a school, it is dilapidated like this, it is estimated that it is about to become a dangerous house, hey!"

"The new school is not as big as I imagined, millions, I guess it's only one or two million. However, he is not yet twenty years old, and he can actually take so much money out to donate to the school, is he really a rich second generation?" said the girl, pouting.

"Forget it, the rich second generation is the rich second generation, at least this guy is willing to take the money out to do good deeds, then it is also a rich second generation with a conscience, yes, this time I will help you make a name for yourself, even if it is your reward for doing good deeds!"

The girl muttered, and at the same time slowly retreated, looking for a good angle to take pictures, but just two steps back, the girl was suddenly stunned.

Someone behind you?

She turned abruptly, and sure enough, a figure stood behind her, and the girl blinked, and then a big smile appeared on her face.

"You are Teacher Zhang, hello Hello, I am a reporter from Shonan Daily, my name is Xin Mengtong, this is my business card!" After the girl hung the camera around her neck, she quickly took out a business card and handed it to Zhang Kun.

Zhang Kun took the business card, glanced at it casually, and then turned his gaze to the inexplicable reporter again.

Xin Mengtong, a very beautiful name, but the name is beautiful, and the person is more beautiful.

At the age of twenty-three or four, he looks like a recent college graduate. Dressed in smart casual clothes, his long dark hair is tied in a ponytail and draped behind him, and his fair skin seems to have a crystal clear feeling like beautiful jade under the sun.

Fengyang eyes, Qiong nose, cherry mouth, melon seed face with a little baby fat.

What a beautiful beauty.

Coupled with the bright smile on his face, even Zhang Kun, who often calls himself wood, actually had a faint heartbeat.

But soon Zhang Kun suppressed the restlessness in his heart, still looked at Xin Mengtong indifferently on his face, and then said softly: "I remember that I didn't seem to invite any reporter friends to watch the ceremony this time." ”

Hearing this, Xin Mengtong didn't care, blinked and said with a smile: "This, our newspaper received a news hotline from an enthusiastic audience, and then invited us to come." ”

After Xin Mengtong finished speaking, before Zhang Kun could speak, he continued: "Don't worry, our newspaper is different from other newspapers, and we will not charge any fees for this news interview. ”

"At the same time, our newspaper is strongly supportive of good people and good deeds, and the deeds of promoting positive social energy, if you want, I can help you apply for a special interview. We should vigorously publicize excellent deeds like yours, and then let more readers see them, and then participate in them, so ....... ”

"I don't want to!" Xin Mengtong chattered, and Zhang Kun's faint voice came.

Xin Mengtong, who was interrupted from speaking, was suddenly stunned, and looked at Zhang Kun blankly: "You...... Don't want to?"

"Yes, I don't. Also, for some personal reasons, I don't want my photo to appear in any news report, not in the newspaper, so I would like you to give me the film you just took. Zhang Kun said lightly.

"Impossible!" Xin Mengtong shook her head almost instinctively, but she soon came to her senses and explained.

"It is my job to report the news truthfully, and photos are an important part of a news, I can't give them to you, please understand. ”

After Wen Sheng explained, Xin Mengtong's face became serious again: "Moreover, now that the press is free and speech is not guilty, you have no right to stop my normal news reporting." ”

"Also, the camera is my personal belonging, and I can't give it to you, so I refuse!" Xin Mengtong said firmly.

"Don't you give it, then I'll have to get it myself!" Zhang Kun said lightly.

Xin Mengtong's face changed: "What do you want to do?" As she spoke, Xin Mengtong stared at Zhang Kun with both eyes, and at the same time, her hands covered the camera on her chest.

But suddenly, Xin Mengtong's face stiffened, she stared blankly at the camera that suddenly appeared in Zhang Kun's hand, and then lowered her head in a daze, looking at the camera on her chest and didn't know when it had disappeared.

He, how did he do it?

Xin Mengtong's mind was in chaos, and he was stunned for a while.

Zhang Kun took the camera and looked at it, then pressed a button on the camera, and suddenly there was a sound of a wheel rolling from the camera.

The rolling sound woke Xin Mengtong up, she looked up at the camera in Zhang Kun's hand, her face immediately showed a look of disbelief, and she shook her head again and again: "No, you can't do this, the camera is my personal belonging, you have no right to do this!"

Zhang Kun's face was indifferent, and there was still a rolling sound in the camera.