Yu Wei'an was angry and determined to reject He Wan'er's proposal, but at this time, he saw Nie Yun's appearance, but suddenly changed his mind.

There are always a few people who are messing around, but the majority are sober.

He stared at He Wan'er, and his voice was low: "I know you want to have a democratic vote, okay, that's fine." ”

At one o'clock in the afternoon, sitting at the round table in the conference room, He Waner had a faint stomach ache.

She looked at Yu Wei'an, whose face was sinking like water, and a group of colleagues whispering beside her, although her mood fluctuated, she was more calm.

Yu Wei'an saw that everyone had arrived, and gave orders: "Xiao He, you start." ”

He Guan'er took a deep breath and began to talk about the origin of her article.

Topic – P2P: The Next Money Laundering Vacuum, Beginning with "A Case Study".

Then, it was a combination of all the useful information she could grasp in the case.

As for the code names of the characters in the article, she bluntly used all the real names with different sounds.

In ten minutes, she had already explained in detail.

Nie Yun was the first to jump out.

She has recently gained a lot in her career, and she is much more confident than the more than a year she had been silent before, and her aura has gradually returned, especially when she was scared of He Waner.

"Editor-in-Chief He, I know about the recent viral female bodyguard falling from the building in Gyeongju circles, and I also know that the deceased is your best friend. There are too many private goods in your article, and if something happens, the newspaper can't hold it. ”

"I know. He Wan'er replied, "I'll do it myself." ”

Although Yu Wei'an didn't have any expression, he was actually angry.

He Wan'er is tough, but he doesn't care whether he can hold it up or not.

Why can't she understand her kindness?

After the "friendly" exchange between Nie Yun and He Wan'er, the others said a few words one after another.

In the end, after more than a dozen people finished speaking, Yu Wei'an spoke: "If you agree with the review of Editor-in-Chief He's manuscript, please raise your hand." ”

He Wan'er raised his hand without hesitation, and then looked around the round table.

There was only one raised hand left besides her.

He Wan'er had long expected that it would not be so smooth, but it was still a little strange for such a result.

The other one who raised his hand turned out to be Nie Yun.

Nie Yun's face did not change, and she looked at her: "Don't look at me, don't think that you are the only one who is right about things and not people." ”

As he spoke, he looked around at the people around him like He Wan'er, and said jokingly: "I thought I was the least daring one? ”

Prudence was originally a compliment, but circling around her mouth became the most mean and derogatory.

Yu Wei'an was stunned and smiled bitterly.

It is said that before He Wan'er came, the most powerful mouth in the newspaper was actually Nie Yun.

When she said this, everyone present was not embarrassed.

Some people can still hold on, and some people are still thin-skinned and haven't cultivated to their homes—so three more hands were raised in shame.

Yu Wei'an's eyes narrowed slightly, and after waiting for half a minute, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Not more than half, let alone two-thirds.

He looked at He Guan'er: "See, the result is obvious." Your manuscript, as a result of the current democratic vote, cannot be uploaded. ”

He Wan'er didn't look at him, and dealt with it casually: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

She didn't expect to be able to do what she wanted to do so easily.

Yu Wei'an was about to call the meeting to end, but when he saw He Wan'er's expression, he suddenly understood.

He was angry, stood up and slapped the table: "He Wan'er, if you dare to send this thing out through other unpopular media, I will fire you!"

He Wan'er still didn't look at him, and only replied with two words: "Please." ”

Seeing that they were about to quarrel, the others retired knowingly, only Nie Yun looked at He Wan'er and Yu Wei'an with interest, with some unpredictable looks in his eyes.

Coming out of the conference room, He Guan'er glanced at the time and touched his rumbling belly.

It's already two o'clock, and Hanzhang should be about to get off the plane.

The reason why she endured until this time to make a move was also because Lu Hanzhang was still in Gyeongju, and she didn't dare to act rashly, just in case.

In the middle of the morning and noon, I was busy with sabre-rattling, and I jumped to talk about the conditions with Yu Wei'an, so I didn't have time to eat lunch at all.

She was a little hungry.

In any case, her road is not finished, and there are still many avenues for hard work.

If one road doesn't work, there are other roads, but the kind of media that can be sent with money without credibility is absolutely impossible, and she doesn't look down on it at all.

However, the review was too strict, and she couldn't pass the draft. What I did in the newspaper office today was just to convey some information through their circle.

One to ten, ten to hundred, the more people who know, the more opportunities she has.

She was thinking about what she thought would be the right place when her phone rang.

Looking at the number, it was Lu Hanzhang.

She must have gotten off the plane.

He Wan'er pressed the answer button: "Hey, Lilia, have you arrived?"

But Lu Hanzhang's voice sounded in the earpiece as she thought. He Wan'er waited for more than ten seconds and made a judgment.

Probably because Lu Hanzhang just got off the plane, he didn't pay attention to the mobile phone just turned on, and he was in a hurry to get off the plane with his luggage, so he accidentally ran into the mobile phone and dialed it out.

He Wan'er fed it twice, and just wanted to hang up after getting no response, but heard the sound of clothes rubbing in the earpiece, and then there was a short cry for help: "Sister!"

Suddenly, the hairs on her back stood up.

The voice was soft, but it was familiar to her.

It's Lu Hanzhang's voice!

"Hey, hey, Hanzhang, is that you?"

There was no movement on the other end of the phone, and a few seconds later, the sound of heavy breathing and the subtle sound of air grinding as it passed through the airways came from the receiver.

I don't know whose it is, but it's definitely not Lu Hanzhang.

After a few seconds, the phone hung up.

He Wan'er was about to dial over, when suddenly his mobile phone clinked, and he received a message from Lu Hanzhang's number: "Do you want your sister to live?"

Her hands trembled violently, and before she could react, she was followed by another one: "Don't call the police, I've been watching you." ”

In more than ten minutes, He Guaner followed the instructions on his mobile phone and came to the entrance of the park near the newspaper building.

She didn't call the police, and she didn't have time to call the police - the text message was right, someone was watching her in the dark, otherwise how could it be so clear where she was and where she should go after a few steps?

She was so anxious, but she had to be led by the nose. She didn't know what the other party was going to do, but she didn't have a choice.

Hanzhang was in the hands of those people, and she didn't dare to act rashly.

After thinking for a while, five or six more messages were sent to her mobile phone, with an interval of no more than five or six minutes.