The small secretary is matched with the boss, and the star is matched with the big money.

Although Yao Yao is not a big star, she is also well-known in the hosting industry, and her pure appearance and sweet voice have also made many viewers remember her, especially her appearance, instead of hosting entertainment programs, she hosts news programs, which makes people feel even more refreshing - think about it, what is it like for a young beauty to sit in that serious broadcast news?

Someone asks, what does everyone in this world love? That's right, it's money.

Money is a good thing, and who doesn't want to count their money until they get cramps?

Yao Yao is no exception. Of course, she is different from some women who earn youth money by being a junior, she also wants to find a rich man, but her requirements are relatively much higher - to be rich, but also handsome, it is best to be dedicated.

This requirement is not high, but outrageously high.

Love? Love can also be bought with money - take some money until you lie down, and then take some money until you fall in love with me. People have money, so why hang themselves on your tree? So, she still doesn't even have a boyfriend. Oh no, she is unrequited love, and the object of lovesickness is Zheng Wuming.

Is Zheng Wuming rich? No doubt. Is Zheng nameless and handsome? The handsome can go to shoot idol dramas. Is Zheng nameless and dedicated? Joke, if he is not attentive, how can he not give up after so many years? - Yao Yao wanted to slap the table and shout, this is the man I want!

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, after looking forward to it for so many years, I finally found an opportunity to get close to my crush, but I was beaten back by the Taiwan leader.

She was very frustrated and angry, and after greeting all the relatives and friends in the Taiwan leader's family, she hated Yan Murong again. She only scolded the Taiwan leader for three minutes, but Yan Murong was scolded by her all the way.

"Sister Yao, it's here, should we wait at the door or go up and look for it?" The young man with the camera looked at Yao Yao and asked.

"Who do you call? Who are you called? Is that what you call it? Yao Yao's face turned red. Sister Yao? What the is that called?

"Uh-Sister Yao Yao." The young man on camera was also a clever figure, so he quickly changed his words, thinking, what's wrong with this woman? Was it a sudden visit from a relative or did it enter menopause early? Didn't it always be called that before, why did you get angry today?

"Wait outside." Yao Yao didn't care anymore, snorted, and said. "Don't you see that there are so many cars parked next to you, they are all peers."

Yao Yao is experienced in this matter.

In the journalist profession, there are also all kinds of strange rules. For example, in your first year in the industry, you have to run around as an assistant with a reporter outside for a year or two, and then you have the opportunity to work alone. Then, if you work for another year or two, if you perform well, you will have the opportunity to sit in the live broadcast room, Yao Yao came here like this, so she has experience.

The eldest sister spoke, and the driver and camera assistant in the car all shut up, leaning quietly on the seat and closing their eyes to rest.

"It's out."

I don't know how long I rested, but several people were awakened by the driver's shouts and looked out the window, and sure enough, a bus had stopped there, and the doctors who had eaten and drunk well had already begun to get on the bus. The doors of the cars parked on the side of the road were also opened, and a group of reporters with long guns and short guns swarmed up.

"Mr. Yan, how many days will the free clinic be held? Can you tell us more about why you did this? ”

"Mr. Yan, what do you think of your opponent?"

"Mr. Yan, I see that almost all of the doctors in your team are elderly, how is their physical condition after working for so long?"

"Mr. Yan, I heard that you want to talk about the Chinese Medical Union, is this true? How is the equity distributed here? ”

Yan Murong and Ning Kun were the last to come out under the politeness of Peng Zhenhui sending thousands of gifts and inviting them to dinner in the evening, and as soon as they came out, they were surrounded by a group of reporters in the middle, with a bunch of long guns and short cannons on their heads, and all kinds of questions followed one after another - but he didn't hear a word of the noise.

"What are you doing? What are you guys doing here? Are there any rules? Without waiting for Yan Murong to speak, Peng Zhenhui stood up.

Unlike in front of Yan Murong and Ning Kun, the current Peng Zhenhui had a dignified face and shouted loudly to reporters. "This is not the place for you to interview, you can go to the site if you want to interview."

Then, he beckoned the security guards in the hall, forcibly squeezed the reporter in front of him, and escorted the two to the bus.

The reporters were not disappointed, packed their equipment and quickly ran back to their cars, and then followed behind the bus.

"Yao-Sister Yao Yao, you are really amazing." The cameraman smiled flatteringly.

"Of course." Yao Yao pouted and smiled, and her mood was much better. "It's half past two now, and they're starting at three, how can they be interviewed here? I was going to be interviewed after I arrived at the scene. ”

"Old Tan, keep up." Yao Yao patted the driver's shoulder and said.

"Okay." ――

When Yan Murong and his party came to the square, the scene was unexpected by Yan Murong, around the cordon, there were already people lined up, and when they saw Yan Murong and the others getting out of the car, they suddenly burst into cheers, and ** shouted Yan Murong's name. This scene made people who didn't know see it and thought it was a big star, not a group of doctors.

There were more people in line than in the morning, but fortunately, these people were very conscious of queuing and there was no crowding, which made both the guards and the guards responsible for maintaining security breathe a sigh of relief.

"Shaokun, give you an hour to get some parasols. Contact the water station again and send a cart of mineral water. Yan Murong looked up at the sky, in the autumn afternoon, the sun was still hot, and no one could hold on to working for a long time in this weather.

"Huh? A car? They can't drink that much. Liang Shaokun asked in surprise.

"Who said we were the only ones to drink? Don't so many people drink it? Yan Murong said angrily. Don't get in line before you get in line, and then get a heat stroke. ”

"Okay, I'll go right away." Liang Shaokun stuck out his tongue in shame, turned around and ran outside, passing by Ning Kun who walked in.

"What is he doing in such a hurry?" Ning Kun looked at Liang Shaokun's back and asked strangely.

"Let him get parasols and water." Yan Murong said. "There are too many people in line, and the weather is too hot, if these people in line suffer from heat stroke, it will be contrary to our original intention - they are queuing up to see a doctor, not to wait in line to get sick."

"It's very thoughtful." Ning Kun smiled and asked. "There are also a lot of reporters who want to interview you, do you want to be interviewed?"

"In the morning, no one cared, and in the afternoon they all ran over like rabbits. Hehe, these reporters, it's really interesting. Yan Murong said with a smile. Since they are here, let's interview now, if you don't let them interview, who knows what they will write when they go back. ”

PS: Long night slap yourself in the face! I came back yesterday afternoon, and after eating two chapters, I was really tired, and I fell asleep sitting at the computer desk.