"The next move, it's time to show the power of the media, let the newspaper guy stop being lazy, it's his turn to play." Kaede called Jiaomu Jiao's phone and informed Fang Ritu, who was lurking in the newspaper, to make a move.

Fang Ritu is a petite girl, although her appearance is not a national beauty, but she is definitely a beauty, as soon as she arrived at the newspaper, she attracted the attention of countless single male editors, and the president and editor-in-chief are also hungry ghosts.

"Strange News of the Three Eastern Provinces" is one of the more prominent entertainment tabloids in Northeast China, and most of the social anecdotes usually published, celebrity gossip, parents' shortcomings, and of course, advertisements are indispensable. Fang Ritu's pen is very idle on weekdays, and the work is rushed by the young single male editor, she soaks coffee every day and steals vegetables, having fun, occasionally writing a few reports, the editor-in-chief waves his pen, and he doesn't look at it, and it must have appeared on the recent empty edition.

Feng's task to Fang Ritu is very simple, find a way to break the news of Mr. Liang's money bank's loss, and then ensure his own safety and withdraw to City A as much as possible. This is hard for our little rabbit, she is best at writing gossip and entertainment, and she can also write social comments, but Mr. Liang just sent someone to warn his president yesterday, suggesting that the recent newspapers should not have any news about Mr. Liang, and now let yourself touch the tiger's buttocks, isn't that looking for death?

"Hey, why do you always give me such a tangled task every time?" Fang Ritu looked at the president sadly, and his affectionate eyes touched the most fragile nerve in the heart of this fifty-year-old bachelor.

"What's wrong with my little beauty, I've been unhappy lately?" The president came over, poured a glass of water for Fang Ritu, rubbed the girl and sat down, patted his shoulders with both hands, and took advantage of his back.

This old pervert, Fang Ritu thought to himself, wait, otherwise, alas, sacrifice yourself, anyway, it's just a show. suddenly had an idea in his heart, the two curved eyebrows frowned tightly, and the cherry pouted high, "I broke up with my boyfriend a few days ago, and I've been in a really bad mood lately, don't be surprised." After saying that, he smiled embarrassedly at the old pervert.

It's hard to buy a beauty to laugh, the old pervert is fascinated by this laugh and doesn't know anything, "That kid is definitely blind, forget it, we have to change our mood, smile for ten years, I'll invite you to dinner at night!" The president actually ignited a spark in his heart, and this beautiful girl might be able to be pushed down by herself. Looking at her pitiful appearance, it is estimated that there is a drama!

Sure enough, after thinking about it again, Fang Ritu still accepted the president's invitation, and the old pervert of Le hummed the song step by step to order the meal. This guy's heart must be full of dirty thoughts, hum, the master, the master, I have dedicated my life in the line of duty.

Fang Ritu drafted a press release, the title is very vague, "High Yield and High Risk", originally had nothing to do with Mr. Liang's bank, but the content below the title is an example of the Bank of Bahrain, the meaning is self-evident, these underground old perverts in the Northeast really booked a small box with ambiguous light, it seems that in order to pick up the girl, it is a bloody investment, a table of dishes is worth a lot of money, but unfortunately the two people's minds are not eating, each has a chat with no match, talking about the old pervert feels strange, What's wrong with the atmosphere? Oh, it turned out that I was careless and didn't open the wine.

"Since the girl is upset, why don't we get drunk and relieve a thousand sorrows?" The old pervert said with bad intentions.

"I'm not drinking well, and I'll have to trouble you to send me back when the time comes, so don't want it." This is obviously a false prevarication, and the lady's shelf still has to be sufficient.

"Don't worry, I'll be covered." The old pervert thought to himself, what will I do if you drink well, if you pour me down, I won't lose a lot! Saying that he poured the wine himself, he thought about the sheep that could be put in front of him with a few glasses of wine.

Fang Ritu is a veteran in the social scene, and her alcohol consumption is not much better than that of Ryoko, not to mention that she is not a huge president. After pushing the cup and changing the lamp, Fang Ritu gradually used the ability to persuade wine.

Others persuade others to drink, but the beauty persuades wine but she bows her head and drinks stuffy wine, just don't say a word, pour it down one by one (in fact, they are all sipping, a glass of wine can be drunk for half an hour), men who know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade are often fooled, and the girls drink, why can't they accompany them, so they unconsciously raise their glasses frequently, and meet the Northeast man arrogantly, and the wine is stuffy.

Don't get really drunk, I'm still waiting for you to do something. Fang Ritu pinched the president's amount of wine, saw that the president's tongue was big and his neck was red, and he couldn't stand up and walk unsteadily, she pretended to be drunk first, and staggered downstairs with the president's hand. Sitting in the president's car, what he said was, "Boss, they will laugh at me tomorrow." ”

"Who, who dares to laugh at our little beauty?" Yes, when did the rabbit become your family's private property?

"The men at the newspaper must have said that I went out and fooled around and didn't work every day." Fang Ritu pouted, not to mention how aggrieved he was, his eyes were covered with mist, and the flush on his face was emitted because of drinking, which man had a lot of thoughts when he saw it.

"Who, who dares to say that, I'm fried, I'm fired!" The president is more of a man than ever before, holding the beauty in his arms, and he simply thinks of himself as a superman.

"There are a lot of them, so I'll forget it." Fang Ritu was about to cry aggrievedly, and the old pervert drooled all over the place, "Otherwise, the president, you accompany me to the newspaper office, I have a ready-made manuscript in my hand, you see if you can send it tomorrow, and they will have nothing to say if it is sent out." Fang Ritu endured the nausea and threw out a charming smile, now the president's blood is spurting, where is there anything that can not be agreed, when he drove to the club, with a big stroke, tomorrow morning's newspaper and other presidents are ready to hold the beauty back to read the ****, once **, the beauty got off the car halfway, "I'm sorry president, my mother contacted me and said she arrived, tomorrow I will accompany you." Thank you for your hospitality. With that, he grimaced and disappeared around the corner.

The poor president drank too much at this time, and his brain was already not very bright, of course it was important to accompany his mother, and we would have time in the future. How did he know that Fang Ritu had already booked a ticket for the evening.