Ye Feng, what are you looking for me to do today?"

"Something. ”

"But it's working time. ”

"I'm just working right now. ”

"I only see you walking with me. Fang Zhuyun smiled sweetly, a woman in love is undoubtedly happy and beautiful, a young man on the side of the road couldn't take his eyes off it, and hit his head on the telephone pole.

"By the way, Ye Feng, my job search has not been smooth recently. ”

"I know. ”

"But I'm still looking, it's not that I can't find it. If I'm doing sales, I can even be in the position of sales leader. Fang Zhuyun was a little hesitant, "But I'm thinking about whether to continue to do it, I think maybe the sales job is not suitable for me." ”

When he said this, Fang Zhuyun sighed, "In fact, many people are like this, they have given up their ideals for the sake of reality, or in other words, they have forgotten their ideals for the sake of reality, but we can't deny that this is life." ”

"I know. ”

"You know everything. But I don't know yet, where are you going to take me?" Fang Zhuyun stopped, as if he was a little dissatisfied, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"I'll take you to the newspaper, the Urban Entertainment Newspaper. Ye Feng smiled: "Oh, you may not have heard it just now, I told Fat Chen that I am going to the newspaper." ”

"What are you doing at the newspaper?" Fang Zhuyun was a little stunned, "Is it for that false report?" ”

"You'll know. Ye Feng looked up at the sky, and suddenly sighed with emotion, "I've been sitting in the office recently, and I haven't noticed it for a long time, it turns out that the sky is still very blue." ”

"You're not talking nonsense. Fang Zhuyun was a little funny.

"Actually, it's not nonsense, it's the same as what you said, you only saw the boss's face, but you ignored everything that existed, there is gain, there is loss, sometimes, you lose more than you get," Ye Feng smiled at the corner of his mouth. "The city seems to me to have a lot, but it's a bit of a cold, even though it's very dynamic. ”

"What do you want to say?" Fang Zhuyun seemed to understand something, vitality and indifference, it sounded a little conflicting, think about it carefully, but it can exist side by side.

When the two met Jia Dakong, Jia Dakong was busy with work.

Fang Zhuyun saw Jia Dakong's busyness, and finally understood that even if it was a fraud, it would take capital and hard work, and the manuscripts stacked up on Jia Dakong's table were like Marxist-Leninist thoughts, he was smoking cigarettes one after another, and the cigarette butts of the ashtray were piled up similar to performance art.

"Mr. Ye, why are you?" Jia Dakong raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, which was very different from his demeanor outside, but his attitude was still enthusiastic here, he stood up and pointed to the sofa opposite. "Please sit down, come whatever you say, you said earlier, I will also pick you up. ”

Ye Feng was also a little depressed when he saw Jia Dakong's messy room, "What are you using to pick me up, ox cart?"

Jia Dakong was stunned for a moment and laughed, "Of course, it is not as luxurious as Mr. Ye's golden carriage, but a distinguished guest like Mr. Ye can't be invited, even if you rent a car, you should invite it." ”

"Your newspaper really doesn't look big. Ye Feng shook his head and said, "At first, I thought that there was a talent like Reporter Jia, so there should be a lot of traffic in front of the door." ”

His eyes fell on a newspaper, flipped through it casually, and turned to the photo of himself and Chen Fatzi, and read it very seriously, but he didn't say anything.

"Mr. Ye teased, I'm just eating mixed rice like this, and the newspaper office is not big. Jia Dakong was a little embarrassed, "The newspaper is private, our president is a little bit of a way, and the funds are definitely not as good as the official newspapers, and now basically one person has to do the things that five or six people do." He looked around and lowered his voice, "Mr. Ye, it's not a secret, I'm tired of beating me all day like my grandson, but my salary is still always deducted, during this time, it is relying on Mr. Ye's reports to attract some sales, although the people hate the rich, but they like to talk about the rich, you are a legend, they like it, and some call me to urge me to follow up on it, Mr. Ye is a strange person in their minds." ”

"This photo?" Ye Feng ignored his compliments, knowing that Jia Dakong's complaints and compliments were the same as his article, water can raise fish, picked up the newspaper, and asked knowingly.

"This photo," Jia Dakong smiled a little embarrassed, "Mr. Ye, to be honest, I took the ground from you, I didn't see you Mr. Ye was in a meeting at that time, he was busy, so he didn't bother, if Mr. Ye wants to blame, then it should be." ”

Ye Feng suddenly sighed, "Mr. Jia, with the friendship between you and me, a photo is nothing." ”

Jia Dakong's emotion was like an empty wind, and there was no warning coming, "Mr. Ye, just by your words, you are a friend, I have made up my mind." But I'm afraid I don't qualify. ”

Ye Feng didn't pay attention to his words, "But this photo is not Zhang Facai, he is just a friend of mine, Mr. Jia, you mistake Feng Jing for Ma Jing, it's not good for people to misunderstand." ”

"Fake?" Jia Dakong blinked, in fact, he knew that it was not important whether it was true or false, but the gimmick was important, "I really don't know, I thought it was Zhang Facai, Mr. Ye, don't worry, who has any doubts, you let him come to me, I can prove that Mr. Ye is completely unaware." ”

Ye Feng got one thing done, and explained his innocence to Fang Zhuyun on the side, and then asked: "This matter, just pass, by the way, what about your president?"

Ye Feng looked tepid, not to mention the afterlife, which made Fang Zhuyun a little strange, but after hearing a few words from Ye Feng and Jia Dakong, he felt that the truth of the matter was like this, it seemed that it was really no wonder that Ye Feng was really wrong, sorting out Chen Fatzi was fired, it was really a mistake, of course she didn't know, even if it was a mistake, it was also Ye Feng's director.

"What are you looking for Mr. Luo? Mr. Ye, aren't you looking for our leaders to react because of this photo?" Jia Dakong was a little anxious.

"No, I have something to do with him," Ye Feng smiled bitterly, looking very relaxed, "It has nothing to do with Reporter Jia, but maybe it will have something to do with it in the future." ”

Jia Dakong scratched his head a little, and thought of five or six thoughts, none of which were safe, "I asked Mr. Luo, is it convenient to see him?

"Her name is Fang Zhuyun. Ye Feng's introduction made Fang Zhuyun a little strange, she didn't understand what Ye Feng took her here for, but she still decided to go out and ask again.

"Oh?" Jia Dakong didn't have any impression of Fang Zhuyun, pulled out the phone, and said a few words, "Mr. Ye, Luo is always free, I'll take you over." ”。

Mr. Luo is really free, he has the same style of doing things as Ye Feng, he closes his eyes and recuperates, and he only opens his eyes when he hears the door, he is about fifty years old, and he looks smart enough to squeeze out a lot of hair, but it is not a thin strand of hair remaining, covering the top of his head that is somewhat shiny, as if the woman in the Qinglou in the twilight does not give up waiting.

"Is this Mr. Ye?" Mr. Luo seemed to know Ye Feng's appearance a little, "Long admiration, long admiration, please sit down, Editor-in-Chief Jia, pour two cups of tea." ”

Only then did Fang Zhuyun understand why Jia Dakong said that one person was doing the work of five or six people, and he, the editor-in-chief, also worked part-time to do things at the front desk.

"Yes, Mr. Luo, I'm Ye Feng. Ye Feng sat down, and he was not in a hurry to say what he meant, and when Jia Dakong brought the tea over, he took it and took a sip and put it on the coffee table.

His series of movements were not in a hurry, and Mr. Luo was able to calm down, and when he looked at him, he asked, "Mr. Ye doesn't know what to do with me?"

Mr. Luo's tolerance of Ye Feng is justified, if it were someone else, it is estimated that he would have served tea to the guests a long time ago, Mr. Luo's name is Luo Gang, he came to S City ten years ago, relying on a little relationship, and ran this private newspaper, up to now, the newspaper has been running for five years.

Although the City Entertainment Newspaper is run by him with great painstaking efforts, but the results are dismal, he is not willing to hire any useful people if he has money, and the reporters of the big newspapers don't even look here, one is that he suspects that the price is too high, and the other is that people think that his offer is too low, Jia Dakong can stay because of his smoothness, not because of his ability.

Luo Gang tossed for a few years, thinking about not grasping business, but pulling sponsorship to make money, pulling advertising to make money, full of how to make money from this newspaper, he has been doing tiger skin for a long time, can only be said to be barely maintaining expenses, there is a title of president, but it is the kind of president who always lays off employees, Ye Feng, Luo Gang heard Jia Dakong say, it seems that he has some ability, he is a descendant of a nobleman, for this, Luo Gang sneered, what a nobleman, now he has money, even if he joins the cannibal race, it is not a problem, this nobleman is just a disguise, maybe his ancestors were bandits in Wumeng Mountain, but Luo Gang knew that Ye Feng was the boss of a company, and privately thought that Ye Feng was here to advertise, and he was a little happy in his heart, their newspapers were sold cheaply, and many places made money from advertising, so he waited for Ye Feng to say what he meant, just to ask for a good price.

Who can laugh to the end, who is the best to laugh, Luo Gang was about to laugh to the end, but he didn't expect Ye Feng to say a word, let him not laugh, it's too late to be surprised, "Mr. Luo, I recommend a talent to you, this is Fang Zhuyun, how about coming here to sit as an editor-in-chief?"

Luo Gang sat down, feeling that this Ye Feng was really extraordinary, his thinking was a little out of step with the situation, and it was even more difficult to understand Ye Feng's jumping thinking.

Fang Zhuyun was a little surprised, surprised that Ye Ji's face was thick enough, he didn't seem to know Mr. Luo, but as soon as they met, he sought a position as editor-in-chief for himself?

"What's this?" Luo Gang only waited to ask for money, but forgot how to refuse to ask for debt.

Ye Feng said another sentence, and Luo Gang almost jumped up when he heard it.

"I can help you raise 20 million. After Ye Feng said this, he took a sip of tea, a smile on the corner of his mouth, not in a hurry.