"Mr. Song!"

The female reporter's eyes were quick, and when she saw that Song Qian was about to retreat into the house, she hurriedly shouted loudly, and at the same time, one hand had already reached over.

"Ugh!"

Song Qian almost wanted to close the door, but the female reporter's hand stretched out again, and it happened to be clipped.

Fortunately, Song Qian didn't close the door vigorously, and collected his strength in time, and the female reporter's hand was only caught a little bit.

"You ......"

Faced with the fact that he accidentally caught the hand of another girl, Song Qian was a little embarrassed, but his vigilance was also there. What the hell are the three of them going to do?

"Mr. Song, my name is Zhang Manlu, and I am a reporter from Lingcheng TV. ”

As soon as Zhang Manlu saw Song Qian, she couldn't be too excited, last night in the Chengbei Welfare Institute, she first transferred money and donated 300,000 yuan, and then the surveillance photographed secretly donating 100,000 yuan in cash, it's him, it's him!

"Reporter......" Song Qian muttered, "what are you looking for me?"

Song Qian quickly recalled the scene in the Chengbei Welfare Institute last night, and it was also two reporters who suddenly rushed out, and the woman ......

This reporter is too hard, not to mention squatting in the welfare home in the middle of the night, he can still find the door early in the morning.

At the same time as Zhang Manlu introduced herself, she had quietly signaled the camera behind her to start shooting.

"That's the case, Mr. Song, last night we were doing routine filming in the Chengbei Welfare Institute, and we happened to meet you who donated 300,000 yuan to the hospital, is there such a thing?"

"No, 300,000, just kidding. Song Qian directly denied.

At the same time, he pushed the door out again, and was ready to go in the direction of the elevator.

It's not that Song Qian is so tall and tall that he doesn't leave a name for doing good deeds, but people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, and he has no roots and no bottom now, if this little thing is reported, how can he be low-key and scatter wealth in the future?

If it weren't for this consideration, Song Qian would not have let Liu Hedong continue to serve as the chairman of the East Paris Western Restaurant after signing an equity transfer agreement with Liu Hedong. I want to stay until I really have the strength, and it's not too late to expose it.

It's just that Song Qian didn't expect that today's reporters are so powerful, and he has never revealed his name, nor has he said where he lives, and he can find the door so quickly.

Hearing that Song Qian directly denied the donation, Zhang Manlu was not in a hurry. After seven or eight years as a reporter, what special circumstances have I never encountered? Even a pyramid scheme den can break into it alone and take first-hand information, Zhang Manlu doesn't think there is anything she can't handle.

"Then you are Song Qian, Mr. Song, there is nothing wrong, right?"

Zhang Manlu hurriedly followed Song Qian, and while asking questions, she also helped him press the elevator.

Song Qian can deny his donation, because after all, he is anonymous, but he can't open his eyes and say nonsense, saying that he is not called Song Qian, so he can only nod.

The elevator came up very slowly, and there were two elevators at this time, one from the 14th floor all the way up, and the other from the 7th floor down, anyway, did not come to the 11th floor.

"Listening to Mr. Song's accent, it doesn't look like a native of Lingcheng, may I ask Mr. Song, where is your household registration?"

Zhang Manlu was naturally glad that the elevator would take a while to come up, so she continued to ask.

"Can I refuse to answer this question?" Song Qian grimaced.

This is a check of the household registration.,The default name is also forgotten.,You still have to know where it's at this time.。

Hearing this, Zhang Manlu already roughly knew the habits of the interviewee in front of him, and was relatively not annoyed by his cold face, and continued to ask: "I think Mr. Song is from Xinlingcheng, and he has been in Lingcheng for several years?"

"Hmm. ”

Song Qian snorted painlessly.

"Look at Mr. Song, your dress, are you a freelancer, a writer, a painter?"

In fact, Zhang Manlu had already checked Song Qian's relevant information on the public information network before he came, in short, there was no legal representative or prominent shareholder of a company named Song Qian in Lingcheng.

Excluding those who do business, they are outsiders, and they can donate 400,000 yuan quietly, and it is more likely that they are freelancers. According to Song Qian's refusal to answer the questions directly asked just now, Zhang Manlu's way of asking questions is also very roundabout, not denying it, but admitting it.

Really!

Although Song Qian doesn't think that his dress can be seen as a freelance profession, he really doesn't have a job at the moment, so he can't give a negative answer to this female reporter's question.

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people like Mr. Song who are keen on public welfare and keep a low profile. Zhang Manlu seemed to be talking to herself.

In this regard, Song Qian is not good to interrupt or deny. After all, she didn't directly mention the donation to the Chengbei Welfare Institute.

"You should always do good deeds, right?" Zhang Manlu continued, "And they are all so nameless?"

"Ahem!"

Song Qian coughed twice in embarrassment. found that he had gradually been dragged into the pit by this articulate female reporter.

Fortunately, there was a "ding dong" and the elevator door opened. Song Qian walked in quickly.

Of course, it can be expected that this female reporter, the intern reporter and the camera camera with her, also naturally followed. The elevator doors slammed shut.

At the door of room 1103, the man in the flower shirt and the man in the white T-shirt who were in charge of keeping an eye looked at each other.

"Why did a reporter suddenly appear?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

"So what do we do now?"

"Of course, it's a report to the young master. ”

"I heard the driver Lao Jia say that the young master is going to be interviewed by Lingcheng TV today, saying that it is because of the donation of air conditioners to the welfare home, do you think these two things are related? Could it be that the young master and this man are competing for Miss Cao?"

"You're stupid again, aren't you? Let you work with your eyes, not with your brains!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

……

Lin Family Villa.

Lin Jiahao is leisurely eating breakfast, full of exquisite meals, each of which is the chef's intentions.

"Young master, it's already 8:45, and you have to go to the TV station for an interview at 9 o'clock. The assistant cautioned beside him.

Hearing this, Lin Jiahao's brows furrowed, and he muttered, "How did you arrange it, didn't you say that you would let me go to the house for an interview?"

"It's such a young master. The assistant hurriedly bent down and explained, "This issue of Lingcheng TV's 'Love in Lingcheng' is a live broadcast program, and I invite you as a guest, so I can't come to my home for an interview, so won't it become a recording broadcast?"

"It's really troublesome! I won't let you eat well!" Although Lin Jiahao said this, he was still quite proud in his heart, but he still shouted to his assistant, "Tell the TV station that I have a lot of things on my hands, and let the show start half an hour later." ”

"Yes! Yes!"

The assistant nodded again and again, and at the same time praised himself for quietly advancing the live broadcast time by half an hour in his heart. After being by the young master's side for so many years, can you still understand his temper?

Lin Jiahao really had such an idea, it would have been enough to let him go to the TV station, but it was still so early, I really don't know what the old man thought.

However, two minutes later, Lin Jiahao was depressed, because he said that Cao Cao Cao had arrived.

"Why are you still here?!"

When Lin Zhenyuan got downstairs, he saw Lin Jiahao still eating breakfast leisurely.

"It's not ...... It's still early......"

The mouth of eating people is soft, the hands of people are short, if you want to live the life of a loser, you have to be willing to give money by your father. So in the face of Lin Zhenyuan's reprimand, Lin Jiahao quickly collapsed.