"Let's go! Go back and write the manuscript!" a reporter hurriedly dragged his colleague and ran to the newspaper office. Some of the other reporters who were waiting by also suddenly realized. Now the news is the timeliness, whoever can get the exclusive report the fastest will seize the opportunity and grab the money.

So there is no need to personally prove whether Wang Yong is really dead, report it first!

It's a big deal to add a sentence of speculation to the article!

More than a dozen reporters ran to their cars like crazy. There are also people who are holding phones to inform the newspaper leaders that they want to be the first to report this matter.

Only a thin young man in the crowd looked disdainful.

It was Chang-so.

For some reason, he doesn't have much hatred for Wang Yong, on the contrary, he likes Wang Yong a little.

He thinks that Wang Yong can't die, and Wang Yong must have left through other channels, or is still stranded in the National Technical Institute.

So he wasn't in a hurry to make a report on it, he was waiting, waiting for a scoop like no other.

It's just that more than ten minutes have passed, and the people at the gate of the National Technical Institute have almost dispersed, and they haven't seen Wang Yong come out.

It seems that Wang Yong is really dead.

"No way. Changxiu muttered to herself, with a deep disappointment on her face.

"Yo, isn't this Changso, you haven't left yet? Haha, now your newspaper's exclusive source of news has been cut off, isn't it? What a pity! But I also sympathize with you, betraying the pride of a South Korean and wagging his tail to an outsider for mercy. In exchange for less than a week, your newspaper will be unlucky!" said the last reporter at the scene mercilessly.

But it is "Chaoyang Daily".

Since Changxiu's newspaper successfully grabbed the No. 1 spot in Chaoyang Daily in terms of circulation, the employees of Chaoyang Daily have hated Changxiu's newspaper.

Seeing Changxiu at this moment, he naturally couldn't wait to fall into the well and step on it.

He had a notebook in his hand, but he finished the latest report directly on the spot. At this moment, the website of "Chaoyang Daily" has reported the news of Wang Yong's death.

It's faster than the rest of its peers.

"Well, more than 60,000 people have visited it in a short period of time. Changxiu, what about your newspaper? Let me see ......" The reporter of "Chaoyang Daily" opened the website of Changxiu Newspaper with a sarcastic expression.

I saw that on the poorly made website, the top was still the news from a few days ago.

Yushan on learning and hacker wars.

Although both of these events were extremely popular, they have long since passed the statute of limitations. There are very few people who pay attention to this now.

"Tsk, this website UI, my third-grade nephew can make a better one than this. If I look at the number of views, wow, that's a lot, more than 10,000 people!" The reporter of "Chaoyang Daily" deliberately pulled the tone of more than 10,000 people very long.

Changxiu's face turned red from being ridiculed, and he couldn't say a word.

Strictly speaking, he is still an intern, and the school he graduated from is also a small school that does not enter the stream. College students like him are all over the streets. In fact, he cherishes his current job very much, and he works hard.

But he lacks experience, and he has no power to fight back in the face of the run of fellow veteran reporters. And he didn't send back the news of Wang Yong's suspected death as soon as possible.

This is actually a taboo for a journalist.

Jingle bell, at this time, Changxiu's mobile phone suddenly rang.

Changxiu hurriedly connected, but it was the leader of the newspaper.

"Changxiu, what's the matter with you? Didn't you go to the South Korean Technical Institute early in the morning to stay guard? Why are other media already reporting the news of Wang Yong's death, but our newspaper still knows nothing? I need an explanation! If you can't explain clearly, don't come to work tomorrow!" The leader directly scolded.

Changxiu stood for a long time, and finally only squeezed out a few words: "I...... I don't think Wang Yong will die, so I'm still waiting. ”

"Don't you think? Who are you? God? On what basis do you judge the facts! Remember that you are a journalist, and your task is to collect news materials and give feedback to the newspaper as soon as possible! Our newspaper is now in the process of transformation and is on the rise. Do you know the importance of this news to us? If we were the first to report the news of Wang Yong's death, we would have created a myth in the industry! The people would also think that we were the most professional and fastest! Unfortunately, we ...... Alas, I'm so angry, your salary has been stopped this month, reflect on it!"

Changxiu was extremely aggrieved, and his eyes were full of dissatisfaction. Is it possible to ignore the facts in order to grab a headline? What is the difference between such a news report and sensationalism?

According to his previous personality, I am afraid that he will only swallow his anger and hang up the phone. But today, for some reason, a breath of anger suddenly welled up in his heart, and he said loudly to the leader of the newspaper: "I still think that Wang Yong is not dead! I still insist on my own judgment! If I stop paying my salary, I will stop paying my salary, and I don't have much money anyway! But what if I am right? Will you give me a thin red envelope or a painless compliment?"

On the phone, the leader of the newspaper was choked by Chang Xiu: "If you guess correctly, I will award you the biggest performance award of the year! But if you are wrong, not only will you have to deduct one month's salary, but you will have to give me a fuck!"

"Okay!

The reporter of the "Chaoyang Daily" next to him silently listened to Changxiu's conversation and laughed: "I was disciplined by the leader? I deserve it! If I had an employee like you, I would also train you! Come on, I will go back to receive the bonus, and you can slowly spend it here." ”

As he spoke, the reporter of "Chaoyang Daily" turned around and left.

After taking two steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, if you are expelled, come to Chaoyang Daily to find me." Our newspaper still lacks a toilet cleaner that is guaranteed to earn more than you do now. ”

"Thanks, I'd better keep it to yourself!" Changxiu shot back.

The reporter of "Chaoyang Daily" laughed and walked away.

There was no one at the scene, only Changxiu himself.

Changxiu looked at the empty venue and was a little stunned for a while.

Could it be that he was really wrong? Could it be that Wang Yong is really dead?

It seems that not only did he miss the performance award of 16 million won (100,000 r), but he also had to prepare to find his next job.

"Alas!" Changxiu sighed and sat under the shade of the trees, his face gloomy.

"By car?"

At this time, suddenly a voice sounded in Changxiu's ears, and Changxiu jumped up from the ground in shock.

This voice is......

Wang Yong!

Changxiu hurriedly looked at the source of the voice, and really saw the person who had become his lucky star!

"Wang ...... The teacher ......" Changxiu shouted in clumsy Chinese.

Wang Yong nodded with a gentle smile and asked again: "Did you come by car?"

Changxiu hurriedly replied, "Yes, but it's just a very broken NIBUS." ”

NIBUS is the official name for the Huaxia van, but this type of car is quite rare in South Korea, a major car manufacturing country.

And this is still the communication car distributed by the newspaper to Changxiu, which shows how poor Changxiu's treatment is.

"Oh, if you can carry people. Let's go, take me back to the hotel. Wang Yong said disapprerovitically.

Changxiu suppressed his excitement and did not ask Wang Yong anything in a hurry, but calmly led Wang Yong to a small broken car on the side of the road.

Wang Yong carried the furnace wrapped in Taoist clothes and sat in the back row.

Changxiu cautiously glanced around to make sure that no one else had found Wang Yong's traces, so he got in the car and started the car.

Then the car drove towards the small hotel where Wang Yong lived.

And at this moment, the South Korean network has exploded.

The news of Wang Yong's suspected death in "Chaoyang Daily" quickly became today's headlines, and the number of hits also climbed steadily, quickly breaking one million.

With the addition of other media reprints, it is estimated that the total number of hits will be more than 20 million or 30 million.

That is, half of South Korea saw the news!

All South Korean netizens were as happy as they were celebrating the holiday.

"Teacher Jin is mighty! Sure enough, Jiang is old and spicy, and Master Jin pinched this little flea to death as soon as he made a move!"

"Although I feel very happy, it is said that Master Jin also broke an arm! This Wang Yong is really hateful, can't he die a good death? After Master Jin recovers, his kung fu is estimated to regress. ”

"Master Jin has already proved himself with this battle, and it doesn't matter if the kung fu retreats or not. He's a patron saint in our South Korea! Who dares to question him?"

"You were having a good discussion, but you didn't think of a very serious problem? Killing someone in a contest, even if you have signed a life and death certificate before, is a crime. Master Jin won't be arrested and sent to jail, will he?"

"What are you afraid of, it's too late for the president to be happy now, how can he really catch Master Jin. It's definitely just for show, and it won't take long to release it. The key is that Master Jin has played the prestige of our South Korea! Now the shopkeepers are no longer jumping, right?"

The news was transmitted back to China.

Chinese netizens were in an uproar.

No one would believe that Wang Yong was dead.

"Teacher Wang is dead? No way, it must be fake news made up by the stick!"

"I've watched that live broadcast, Mr. Wang is very powerful, how can he lose to the stick? I don't believe it! I want to see people in life, I want to see corpses in death, and the South Korean media don't even have a single photo, so how can I conclude that Mr. Wang is dead?"

"I seem to have seen the tragedy of Huo Yuanjia repeated. If the news is true, it is definitely a trick of Mr. Wang. I strongly urge the state to intervene in this matter!"

Ordinary netizens questioned that people who knew Wang Yong were frantically calling Wang Yong's mobile phone.

Feng Kui, Spoon, Qin Zheng, Ziyu Fengqing, Zhong Xin, etc......

But no one could get through, as if no one had answered the phone anymore.

"Long Lin!" the knuckles of the spoon bulged, almost pinching the mouse apart.

"Teacher Wang!" Zhong Xin's little face was painful, and his eyes were full of tears.

"Little junior brother!" Qin Zheng took a long breath, although he still didn't believe it in his heart, he couldn't stop his eyes from reddening.

"Contact the people in South Korea, I want to know how true this news is immediately!" Ziyu Fengqing's eyes were cold, and he gave an order.

Pulling a hair and moving the whole body, the news of Wang Yong's death is like that hair, which instantly pulls up all the people and things related to Wang Yong, and interweaves them into a messy net.