"10 seconds, 5 seconds...... Enter the intro, the host prepares. ”

The voice of the announcer came from the headphones.

Ivy took a deep breath. She stood in the muddy water with her feet apart, deliberately straightening her waist so that her body would not sway from side to side in the storm.

After the opening song ended, it was Wu Wanting who began to broadcast the news.

Ivy felt the blood rush to the top of her head, her heart beating fast because of the tension, and the hand holding the microphone trembling uncontrollably.

Don't be nervous, come on!, she said to herself. She subconsciously glanced at Owen, who was standing across from her, holding the camera, as if seeking his encouragement.

Owen responded immediately, giving her a thumbs up and encouragement in his eyes.

"I'm connecting you right now with the reporters in front of you. Hello Ivy, please tell us about the scene. ”

As soon as Wu Wanting finished saying this, Ai Wei knew that the signal in the studio had switched to herself.

There must be no jamming in the live broadcast, Ai Wei quickly took Wu Wanting's words, looked directly at the camera lens and began to report: "Hello host. Where I am now......"

The words on camera were all written by Owen, and she recited them as if she were reading the lines.

"You can see the huge mound of earth behind me, and below it is the workers' dormitory that has been buried by the mudslide. Ivy turns sideways to face the camera, pointing her right hand behind her.

The location of the appearance was chosen by Owen, in a small clearing closest to the location of the incident. Through the lens of the camera, the viewer can clearly see the whole picture of the affected area.

After interviewing a firefighter and an ambulance worker who was guarding the scene, Ai Wei continued in concluding language: "At the time of the incident, how many workers were in the dormitory? Did the dormitory maintain a sufficient safe distance from the construction area? What are the specific measures of the rescue plan? In the face of these questions from reporters, the relevant departments and the person in charge of the construction party kept silent and did not give any answer. We will continue to update you on the situation in the upcoming special report. Moderator, that's what happened on the spot. ”

"Thank you Ivy for the report from the scene. Let's take a closer look at the latest news on the typhoon landfall. Wu Wanting maintained a dignified expression, but she was extremely excited in her heart.

The first live broadcast connection in the journalist's career was successfully completed, and Ivy finally breathed a sigh of relief. She excitedly rushed to Owen, held up two fingers, and made a triumphant gesture.

Owen bowed slightly, and a grim look appeared on his face again, "Don't be too happy. Every hour that passes, you need to dig up new information, and there is still a long way to go. ”

"Hee-hee. She stuck out her tongue and humbly asked, "Where do we start next?"

"Zhang Dacheng. Owen replied decisively.

Ivy nodded vigorously in agreement.

At this time, the rain is a little lighter, but the wind is increasing. Owen quickly packed up his camera and tripod, thinking about his next steps.

What Ivy said when connecting has put the relevant departments and construction parties in a passive situation. Although this move is a bit risky, Owen is quite sure that in the well-informed online world, "blocking" and "blocking" are not good solutions. Instead of letting rumors fly, take the initiative to publish authoritative and accurate information. Saying this will force the decision-making level to find out the truth of the incident as soon as possible.

"Let's go to the Temporary Command again. He said to Ivy.

******

Chi Ming walked out of the elevator of the Dangui Hotel and reached out to straighten the tie knot between the collars.

"Hello sir, do you have a reservation?" the waitress in a red cheongsam greeted him with a smile on her face.

"Huamei company booked a private room, thank you. Chi Ming replied politely.

"Okay, you're here, please. The waiter bowed slightly, and his attitude was more polite. Employees here know that Huamei is a big customer of the hotel, and the annual consumption amount is not less than seven figures.

The company's welcome dinner for Chi Ming was not canceled due to bad weather. The place to eat was chosen at the Dangui Restaurant, where Wei Xuejian frequented the most, a Cantonese restaurant with a high price. He always said that the company's large and small receptions and banquets must choose the highest grade and the most expensive venue, so as to reflect the company's strength in the details.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Chi Ming came to the Dangui Hotel on time. Guided by the waiter, he walked briskly through the entrance of the hotel and walked towards the private room area.

The entrance features a three-metre-high giant shrine that houses a majestic statue of Guan Gong. Chi Ming glanced at Master Guan's Danfeng eyes, and secretly thought in his heart, will Ai Bingqing appear tonight?

The private dining area is much quieter than the lobby of the hotel, but occasionally the sound of drinking and laughter can be heard from the door pushed open by the waiter.

Chi Ming followed the waiter who led the way and walked towards the private room at the top of the corridor. On the walls on either side of the corridor, there are two LCD TVs. When the afterglow swept over the picture on the TV, he couldn't help but pause, and the person froze in place.

Is ......it Ivy? I turned out to be a journalist!