After reviewing the content of the next issue of the weekly, Yi Zhongcheng sighed after taking off his reading glasses, picked up the internal phone on the table and informed the female secretary outside, asking her to call the editor-in-chief, Lao Zhou. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The editor-in-chief in charge of the content, Lao Zhou, entered the door and saw that the big boss was holding a thick cigar in his mouth, and he chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly walked to him.

Raising his eyelids and glancing at him, Yi Zhongcheng asked lukewarmly. "Old Zhou, how many years have you been the editor-in-chief?"

Editor-in-chief Lao Zhou was stunned for a moment before saying. "Sixteen, seven, right?"

"It's been so long," Yi Zhongcheng said, grabbing the clear sample in his hand and falling hard. "Why don't you get the hang of it? What do you have in your head?

was smashed on the face by a pile of samples, although it didn't hurt, but the anger brought by the humiliation made the editor-in-chief Lao Zhou's face red, he put the crooked glasses back on, squatted down and picked up the samples that had fallen on the ground one by one, sorted them out in order, and then slowly sat down. "Mr. Yi, what's wrong?"

Seeing him finish all this, Yi Zhongcheng took a sip before he spoke. "What's wrong? You dare to ask me what's wrong? I remember telling you yesterday morning, the one written by Xiao Wang only needs a little polish and doesn't add some content into it, how can this article in the clear sample be changed beyond recognition?"

"Mr. Yi, Xiao Wang has written too much! It's just a matter of chasing the wind and shadows, but you can't infer that the girl's biological father her just because the girl was only eighty square feet before she was ten years old, right......?

Boom!

A slap slammed on the table, and Yi Zhongcheng stood up angrily. "What are you talking about? You have a problem with your brain! Make bold assumptions, make bold assumptions! I've been saying this for 20 years, 20 years! To this day, you still tell me that it's outrageous? Where is your salary coming from? How do you pay for your building? Who gave your wife and children the money for immigration? Ah? You say, you say, ...... you."

The editor-in-chief, Lao Zhou, hung his head and was silent, seeing that he looked like this again, Yi Zhongcheng was furious, picked up the internal phone and asked the secretary to call Xiao Wang, who was in charge of tracking and reporting the matter, in.

Xiao Wang walked into the chairman's office, saw the big boss with a black face, and the editor-in-chief Lao Zhou drooped his head, guessing what was going on, and his heart was happy, but his expression remained respectful, and even with a little timidity and anxiety that young people should have.

Yi Zhongcheng squinted his eyes and looked the young editor up and down for a moment before asking. "How long have you been on the job?"

"One year, three months and eight days!"

Yi Zhongcheng's expression softened a little, picked up the cigar and continued to ask. "What is the purpose of our weekly?"

"Make money!"

Glancing at the editor-in-chief, Yi Zhongcheng continued to ask. "What is news?"

Xiao Wang frowned, thought for a moment before answering carefully. "Dogs bite people is news! Eighty-year-old woman is strong to an eight-year-old boy, and if an old lady is pregnant, it is even more explosive news......"

Seeing the editor-in-chief Lao Zhou raise his head and look at Xiao Wang with a stunned expression, Yi Zhongcheng finally had a smile on his face. "So what is the most important sentence I have ever said?"

"Bold assumptions!"

Yi Zhongcheng finally laughed. "So how do you do it?"

Xiao Wang calmed down more and more, and said without hesitation. "You can assume that anything happens is reasonable! What you need as a journalist is to not let go of any clues, to find any key that can be used as evidence, even if the conclusion is shocking and incredible, but as long as it is enough to attract readers, it is reasonable......"

Pointing to the stunned editor-in-chief Lao Zhou, Yi Zhongcheng said. "Listen! Listen! This is the editor under you! This is the talent that the weekly magazine needs most! Talent! If you had this awareness, I would have not needed to come to the office every morning......

Editor-in-chief Lao Zhou said. Lu Xun once said such a sentence, when he saw short sleeves, he immediately thought of white arms, immediately thought of the whole nakedness, immediately thought of the bio-breeder, immediately thought of mating, immediately thought of hybridization, immediately thought of illegitimate children! Xiao Wang's manuscript was too extreme, and it was not possible to do news......

Seeing that Yi Zhongcheng turned to himself, with encouragement and expectation in his eyes, Xiao Wang said stiffly. "Editor-in-chief, the manuscript I wrote is based on the truth, but it is beyond the truth, all the speculations are justified, the readers who buy the weekly do not know the past situation in the mainland, and it is impossible to see whether Mi's father has done anything to his daughter, so there is nothing wrong with this manuscript I wrote, bold assumptions, bold inferences, if the other party thinks that we are slandering, then we need to come up with evidence! Besides, whether we recognize it or not, it is not our final say in the news? If we say that we approve it, we can approve it, and if we say we don't approve it, we can approve it. Then you can not approve of it! The right to speak is in the hands of our weekly magazine, and what the weekly magazine says, readers will read and believe what it is, and who cares what the truth is?"

Editor-in-chief Lao Zhou was enraged, stood up and said. "You're farting! You're spreading rumors, you're slandering! That's still a child, how can you live after you write her like that?"

Xiao Wang shrunk his neck a little fearfully, and when he saw that Yi Zhongcheng had a deadline, he said with a stiff neck. "What does it matter to me how she lives? I am not related to her, and I have never thought of marrying her! It is her business whether she wants to live or die, as long as the company can make money and readers like to watch such news, then as an editor, it is my responsibility and obligation to provide such news to them, and do what they like......

Seeing that the editor-in-chief's face was white, Yi Zhongcheng raised his hand and slapped his face. "Well said!

Editor-in-chief Lao Zhou said angrily. "Mr. Yi! It's just a matter of reversing black and white and pointing to a deer as a horse, but if this kind of dirty water is splashed out, it will kill people!"

"Death is death! It's a big deal to lose some money! Besides, didn't this Mishasha also commit suicide once before, I specially consulted professionals, this kind of suicide attempt, generally speaking, will not commit suicide again, the relevant theoretical research has long been available, don't be afraid of big things, if the girl really commits suicide, or her father commits suicide, this is not clear that our report is correct, it touches their inner pain, there is no ghost in their hearts, how can they commit suicide? right? Ah?

Speaking of this, Yi Zhongcheng stood up and pointed at Xiao Wang. "I'll leave this matter to you! Whether the daughter commits suicide first or her father commits suicide first, as long as there is news coming over, you have to hand in the corresponding manuscript, and whether or not you can publish a supplement as soon as possible depends on you......

Xiao Wang happily took the order and left.

But the editor-in-chief, Lao Zhou, sat down in the chair with his chest covered, and looked at the triumphant Yi Zhongcheng in a daze. "Mr. Yi, this is going to be a big ......"

"What are you afraid of? They can bite me? This is a free press, and no one can allow me to speak! Even if the chief executive is standing here, I dare to say this with confidence! Bite me? Bite me? I will propagate like this, who can bite me?"

Seeing that the editor-in-chief Lao Zhou was about to open his mouth to argue, Yi Zhongcheng waved his hand in disgust. "Let's go out! Let Xiao Wang reprocess the manuscript and send it to me, you can give me a good thought! If you think about it, you can continue to do it! If you can't figure it out, you can go to Canada as soon as possible to reunite with your wife and children, what do you think about your wife who is alone over there......"

The editor-in-chief, Lao Zhou, clenched his fists angrily, took a deep breath, and waited for his mood to stabilize a little before leaving angrily.

"Hey, the older you get, the more confused you become! It seems that it is time to consider letting young people take on some responsibilities......"

Sighing and sighing, Yi Zhongcheng picked up his reading glasses after sitting back, opened the morning newspaper, and prepared to pay attention to the dynamics of the financial market, but the two outside phones on the table rang almost at the same time as his mobile phone, which made him a little inexplicable, and he hesitated before picking up the mobile phone first, and picked it up when he saw that it was the number at home.

But when he heard what the maid of the house had said, he was furious. "What? A whole bunch of reporters are outside?"

Without waiting for a reply, the female secretary who was supposed to stay outside also broke in with a panicked face. "Mr. Yi, a lot of reporters came, and they asked to interview you......"

Yi Zhongcheng stood up and opened the curtains, and when he saw several interview cars parked downstairs, and reporters carrying cameras running across the road, he couldn't help but sink his face. "Interview me, why do you want to interview me?"

The female secretary bit her lip and said with an embarrassed expression. "Uh...... It seems to be about your own family affairs......"

Yi Zhongcheng is on fire. "Tell me about what?"

The female secretary's face became more and more ugly, and she hesitated before she said. "In the news at ten o'clock, someone broke the news that the founder of the local weekly magazine was cuckolded for many years but didn't know it, it seems, it seems to be referring to you......"

The two external telephones on the desk were ringing continuously, Yi Zhongcheng turned on the TV and tuned to the news station, where he saw the host holding a weekly magazine with a mosaic covering part of the cover and smiling and broadcasting.

“…… If the revelation is true, the big boss of the local publication on Hong Kong Island will be miserable, his two sons and a daughter are not biological, I don't know whether to say that it is clear or that evil is rewarded......"

Yi Zhongcheng's face turned white with a brush, and the TV remote control in his hand also fell to the ground, and it broke into two with a snap.

When the female secretary saw him lose her temper like this, she shrunk her neck and hesitated before asking. "Mr. Yi, how should these reporters deal with it?"

"What to deal with?" Yi Zhongcheng turned his face and glared at her and roared. "Blasting them all out for me......"

"But, but they can't see you, don't leave......"

"Call the police, call the police......"