After seeing that Nana Hashimoto did not leave, Tian Licheng thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to call Chen Damin.

This guy has participated in several mergers and acquisitions of entertainment companies, including mergers and acquisitions between mainland China and Dongying companies, and I heard that he has his own contacts and social circles on both sides.

Tian Licheng doesn't know if his hands are long enough and whether he can reach the paparazzi, but if there is anyone who has the best way now, there is no doubt that it depends on this greasy middle-aged man.

Chen Damin accepted Tian Licheng's assignment as always, which was not a challenge for him at all.

Isn't it just to find lace news and gossip from an idol group?

If it weren't for Tian Licheng having a girlfriend who happened to be in this group, he wouldn't have the heart to pay attention to these miscellaneous things, wouldn't it be better to have this energy and use it to make more money?

But since the boss said that there is no need to be stingy with money, the money that should be given can be used at will, and you can ask him for reimbursement when the time comes, so what else is there to be polite?

"The boss can make so much money, then I'll help him scatter his wealth, and accumulate some yin virtue, doesn't he believe in this set of ghosts and gods?"

In fact, this can't be blamed on Tian Licheng, who can insist on being a staunch atheist after experiencing such a thing as rebirth?

With the idea of being a fortune boy for Tian Licheng, Chen Damin picked up the phone, and a huge information network was activated instantly from the moment he spoke.

Tokyo, Ginza, at the door of a high-end KTV, an ordinary minivan is parked in an inconspicuous corner.

This position is generally not noticed, especially by people who come out of KTV.

A slightly chubby, baby-faced young man was holding two bowls of cup noodles and running back to the car tremblingly.

Before entering the car, he also deliberately looked up at the door of the KTV and found that there was no movement, so he opened the door and went in.

He put away the instant noodles, took out two ham sausages from the bag he was carrying, tore them, lifted the lid, and threw them in one by one.

"Murai-senpai!Dinner!" the young man named Takuto Yasue respectfully placed the instant noodles on the rungs between the seats.

The man, whom he called Murai's senior, was intently scrolling through the photos in his camera.

He was of short stature, had an old complexion, and had deep wrinkles on his forehead.

has been an entertainment reporter for eight or nine years, because of the long-term paparazzi work without regular time, Murai's eyes still have heavy dark circles, obviously only 35 years old, but he looks like an uncle in his forties and fifties.

Seeing that he didn't react, An Jiang raised his voice and repeated: "Murai senior!

Murai waved his hand impatiently: "Got it! Got it! Anyway, it's soy sauce-flavored ramen with ham sausage, right? You guy, don't you know how to change some tricks? I've been eating this for 3 days in a row, and I'm going to sick to my stomach when I smell it." ”

The little fat man said aggrievedly: "Didn't my predecessors warn me that I have to get used to the hard life of doing paparazzi, and no matter how hard and tired I am, I have to grit my teeth and persevere?"

"How can you make a lot of money if you don't endure hardship?" he said in a tone imitating Murai's tone, "Last week, you let me eat pure water and steamed buns for seven days. ”

Murai Hanghei slapped An Jiang's head fiercely: "I changed the flavor of that bun anyway, bean paste filling, pork filling, vegetable filling, it is not the same every day, it is like you, it will always be soy sauce!"

"Didn't you like the soy sauce flavor? Then you told me earlier, and I'll change the sesame oil flavor next time." ”

Murai patted Yasue on the head again: "TM, do you only sell instant noodles in convenience stores? Bread, cakes, and bento boxes are all fine." ”

An Jiang rubbed his head that was sore and muttered in a low voice: "The budget is running out, if we don't eat this, we will be hungry tomorrow." ”

Thinking of the budget, Murai's old face flushed: "After these two days, by October, there will be new funds." Hey, the magazine's sales have declined again this year, and life is not easy. Let's eat it first. ”

An Jiang nodded, sucking the noodles "sucking and slipping", and his eyes were focused on the entrance of the KTV: "Senior, let me come and see, you rest for a while, I've been staring at it for more than three hours." ”

"These two guys can really play, and when they enter KTV, can't they finish things sooner? Do you want to do it for four hours like last week?"

Murai Kohei complained and got out of the way as he took a big sip of the noodle soup: "Although that man is short, I didn't expect it to be quite long-lasting." ”

"Senior, aren't the photos we took before enough? It's rare to have a day off, and we have to follow the two of them. An Jiang asked curiously.

Murai sighed: "Enough is enough, but it's not exciting enough." Without impactful images, the power of the news will be much weakened. ”

He looked down and went through the photos in his camera again: "If you can't take better pictures in the past two weeks, you can only take these mistakes." We don't need to waste so much time for a little idol. ”

An Jiang echoed: "It costs a lot of light fuel and parking fees. Why do you think these two people just pick a place with expensive parking to date?"

Murai seemed to be addicted to slapping An Jiang on the head, and "snapped" again: "That man is an old employee of Shueisha, how can he have no money? There is always an annual salary of six or seven hundred thousand." ”

"It's so good~~~" An Jiang covered his sore spot and sighed with yearning on his face: "It's much higher than the income of our literary and artistic Spring and Autumn Festival." ”

Murai pursed his lips and said disapprerovingly: "Anyway, everyone's sales are declining, the eldest brother doesn't laugh at the second brother, just messing around like that." ”

Due to the impact of the Internet and e-books, the sales of Dongying Books and Magazines have been declining for 10 consecutive years since 2004.

Murai heard that this year, a research institute has given that the sales of scheduled magazines for 2014 will be about 65 billion, which is about 5% lower than last year.

The decline in periodicals, periodicals, and comics is even more severe, and sales may fall by more than 10% year-on-year.

The literary and artistic spring and autumn period where they work is not having a good time, the print volume of the magazine is shrinking day by day, and the number of employees is also decreasing every year.

Looking at the increasingly deserted office building, even an old employee like Murai will inevitably feel panicked.

However, the paparazzi who specializes in "foreign affairs" like him is still a lot calmer than ordinary editors.

After all, no matter what era, the general public always has an unusual interest in the gossip of celebrities, and when there is a demand, someone naturally has to do it.

Of course, it would be nice if the funds were as adequate as they used to be.

After a casual response, Murai leaned back in the driver's seat again.

An Jiang looked through his phone boredly and opened Weibo to see if there was any hot news recently.

Suddenly, a message popped up in an industry TT exchange group caught his attention.

"Senior, senior!" he excitedly patted Murai on the shoulder.

Without looking back, Murai knocked his hand off: "What are you doing! Don't you see you're getting down to business?"

Yasue didn't give up, and held up his mobile phone in front of Murai: "Senior, look! Someone in the group received the news of Nogizaka 46, a piece of 100,000! Isn't there a lot of photos in our place? How many should it be counted?"

"Wait, show it to me. Murai glanced at An Jiang, who was excitedly shouting "It's gone!" in the co-pilot, "The seniors are so discerning!", and took the phone in disbelief.

"Is she taking it?". When Murai saw the person who sent the news of the acquisition, he suddenly knew that the money would not be able to run away.

Ayako Kumagai, the boss of a studio, a well-known female paparazzi in the Dongying industry, mainly digging up negative information about business and politicians.

Some time ago, the vice minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Dongying, Yasuhide Nakayama was kicked out of power by her.

Her subordinates photographed the minister dancing in women's clothes while attending a party at an embassy of a certain country.

As soon as this peculiar heavy mouth habit was exposed, it aroused strong condemnation from public opinion on the island.

At that time, Murai sighed for a long time: they are all adults, what can't they do if they want to seek liberation, they have to use this way, and they will also fly away.

"Do you want to sell some of it and leave the rest behind?"

The village is provided with mortgages, as well as family expenses, and the financial pressure is not small.

Just as he was thinking about it, An Jiang suddenly leaned down and whispered, "Senior, come out." ”

Murai's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up his camera and stared at the target through the gap in the car door: "It's finally over?