After the lunch break, most of the reporters in the department went out to cover the news, and the editors moved to the computer room.

Journalists who don't have a task often find their own topics. The sources of the topic selection content are quite abundant, such as information on the Internet, government department reports, mutual communication between peers, or revelations from citizens through online platforms. As long as you look hard, you can always find valuable news.

Ivy stared at the computer monitor and sighed softly. After wandering around the Internet for more than an hour, she still hasn't found the fierce material she wants.

Bai Bing didn't arrange an interview for her, she could have been lazy, but she was really embarrassed to be idle. Recently, she has been dragging the department back one after another, and she is now eager to make some achievements and prove that she is not a waste in the eyes of her colleagues.

"Wow!" Ivy suddenly brightened her eyes and read the text on the computer softly, "Some netizens broke the news that 10,000 tons of chicken feet and duck necks that have been frozen for more than 20 years have been smuggled into the country from the United States, and some of them have flowed into black workshops and barbecue stalls in night markets. ”

She jumped up from her chair with a slam on the ground, tapped her fingers on the tabletop, and said excitedly: "This is big news that endangers food safety, and I am going to make an unannounced visit." ”

Owen, who was sitting on the side, heard her talk to herself, closed the employee handbook in his hand, and raised his head to cough lightly, apparently to attract her attention.

Ivy was still excited to herself, and she didn't even glance at him.

Seeing that Ivy didn't take care of himself, he nodded his finger on his chin, tilted his head and said leisurely, "Frozen chicken feet twenty years ago? The photoelectric cost was tens of millions, or was it smuggled from the United States? Foreigners never eat chicken feet and duck necks, so why spend energy and cost to freeze and store them? Just to poison the Chinese after twenty years?"

Ivy turned around and opened her mouth to refute him, but on closer thought, his words made sense. After being silent for a few seconds, she swallowed her saliva, frowned, and said, "That's why I'm going to investigate." ”

"Fake news is flying all over the Internet, you are so enthusiastic, you might as well change your career and be a rumor crusher. ”

"Hey, don't be prickly. ”

"I just think that as a journalist, you should first have the ability to think independently and distinguish between right and wrong. ”

Ivy glared at Owen with a blank expression. Why does he always have to go against me? It's so annoying. "Don't forget, you're just an intern. What is the second clause of the internship regulations? It is strictly forbidden to contradict the teacher. ”

"Since I'm already your person, may I ask Mr. Ai, what should I do now?" Owen asked unhurriedly, leaning back in his chair.

"What my people ......" Ivy was about to retort, when she suddenly realized that this sentence came from her own mouth. She paused, then glanced at her desk.

There was a thick stack of books on the table, which were the journalism textbooks Bai Bing gave her, which had been idle for a while.

Hmph, she shrunk her chin proudly and pointed to the book on the table, "You first read all the books in these professional courses and master the basic knowledge of journalism." ”

Owen glanced in the direction of her finger, shook his head slightly, and smiled helplessly. It seems that this girl is an unbearable rookie, and if she wants to use her to investigate Huamei genes, she has to spend some time and train her first.

He walked to the window and stared at the sky with his arms folded. After a long time, he turned around and said to Ivy in an accountable tone: "There will be a typhoon in a few days, if you want to behave, this is an opportunity." ”

"Typhoon?" Ivy pursed her lower lip in confusion and slowly moved to the window. The sun was shining outside, and there wasn't even a single cloud in the clear blue sky.

"The world is calm, where did the typhoon come from. Don't you digress and don't want to read, do you?" she said disapprovingly.

Owen didn't argue with her, but explained again in a calm tone: "Look at the news reports about typhoons in the past two years, it will help you." With that, he returned to his seat and flipped through the textbook that Ivy had assigned him.

Who's teaching whom!! I saw him sitting on a chair with a book in his hand, looking quite focused.

The book in his hand turned page by page at a very fast speed, and with such a fast frequency of turning books, normal people couldn't even read two lines.

She crooked the corners of her mouth, and said proudly in her heart: Teacher Ben has his own way to deal with an arrogant and not humble student like you.