"No, no...... Oh yes! I was drinking last night, and I haven't posted the post yet. Ivy put her hands in her hair and scratched her head irritably. "It's a mistake to drink, and I swear I'll start drinking from today onwards. ”

"I'll be in charge of overseeing you. Owen couldn't help but smile and said seriously, "I've already posted the post." ”

"You're great!" Ivy snapped her fingers with wide eyes in surprise, "What website did you post it on?"

"It's posted in the post bar. You search on the Internet, and the title is "Customers are innocently searched, Galaxy Mall owes God an explanation". ”

Ivy opens the browser on her phone and types the title into the search engine.

"It's a well-written title and it's eye-catching. She nodded appreciatively.

In the post, Owen deleted a large paragraph of text description, only a few simple and sharp sentences, and used a large number of video screenshots, each picture is very visually impactful.

"Wow, the click-through rate of the original post has been added to 100,000, and several websites have reprinted it, I hope this post will force Galaxy Mall to apologize to Ms. Chen. She folded her hands and said expectantly.

She's really a nosy girl, it's good, this kind of personality is the easiest to take advantage of, in the future, just blow the wind in her ear, deliberately say something incendiary, she will be at the mercy of her, obediently help herself do things.

Owen started the car.

Even in a well-sealed car, the howling of wind and rain is clearly audible, accompanied by deafening thunder from time to time. The sky and the earth were white, and the stagnant water on the road could not be drained away in time, and the road became a turbulent river.

Heavy rain poured down on the windshield like a curtain of water. The rear-view mirrors on both sides of the car were blurred, and the windshield wipers were at top speed, making it difficult to see the road ahead.

She asked with admiration: "The wind and the sun were beautiful two days ago, how did you know that the typhoon was coming?"

"I watch the sky at night. Owen looked ahead and said half-jokingly.

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, he calmly drove quickly on the road, as if he had a clairvoyant eye, completely ignoring the inconvenience caused by the heavy rain.

Ivy pressed her forehead against the side window, struggling to look out of the car. Due to heavy rain, the sky was unusually dark. The windows are as blurred as frosted glass, and only the outlines of the buildings on the side of the road can be faintly seen, and the orange glow from the streetlights.

Last night...... She hesitated to speak, and a look of melancholy that could not be concealed emerged from the depths of her eyes.

After a moment of silence, Ivy plucked up her courage and muttered, "Owen, can I ask you something?"

Say. ”

"Can you help me inquire with the hotel, the guests who live on the twenty-fifth floor...... How long will you stay?"

Ivy was stumbling, she had known Owen for a few days, and asking him to help with this kind of thing was a little unbearable. She turned her face out of the window, leaving a white mist on the window glass of her car.

After seeing Mu Tianze last night, she had countless questions in her heart: Why did he not stay at home but in a hotel apartment when he returned to Zhuhai and Macao? This shows that he only returned to China for a short time on a business trip? Will he return to the United States soon? Or is there something else hidden? She has heard that Mu Tianze has not had any contact with his parents since he went to the United States.

"Okay, I'll ask you from the side when I get a chance. Owen readily agreed. He knew the answer, of course, but it was not time to tell her.

"Thank you. She turned her head to look at the side of his face.

"You're welcome. Owen smiled meaningfully, stepped on the accelerator with his right foot, and sped up to the approach bridge of the viaduct.

The office floor of the news channel was brightly lit, and before half past seven, the conference room was already full. In addition to those on sick leave and maternity leave, most of the colleagues in the interview department have arrived, and those on rotation are no exception.

Most people are sleepy-eyed. The white fluorescent lights on the ceiling illuminated everyone's faces bloodlessly.

Bai Bing was wearing a smart blazer and his hairstyle was not messy. She was sitting in the middle of the conference table, looking down at something in her notebook.

Seeing that there were two empty seats next to the big head, Ivy beckoned Owen to come and sit down.

"Big head, it's early. How was last night?" Ivy greeted warmly.

"It's fine. The big head replied expressionlessly, glanced at Owen who was sitting next to her, and continued to look down at the phone.

There were five minutes left before the scheduled meeting time, and colleagues were chatting in twos and threes.

Ivy couldn't forget the post in Galaxy Mall, and refreshed it repeatedly on her phone. It may be that Typhoon Lisa has swept away most of the public's attention, and the click-through rate has not changed much.

Owen leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "When the meeting is going to take place, you must strive for the opportunity to connect live." ”

"Huh?" Ivy looked up in confusion, "Live connection?"

"Yes. Owen nodded and said in a firm tone: "The opportunity has come, take advantage of it." ”

Whenever a major emergency occurs, appearing in front of the camera as soon as possible and making high-level on-site reports is indeed a great opportunity for journalists to become famous.

"But I've never done a live broadcast, and Sister Bing will definitely not send me to ......"