"The first emperor of the fashion industry - win the sick yourself!"

"The modern version of Zhongzong Liu is sick - win the sick self!"

"Win the disease and build a strong brand!"

"The King of Pop, the Emperor Wins the Disease!"

"Fashion goddess Zhao Yazhi!"

"Hong Kong's strong brand, Versace and the Seven Wolves, women's and men's clothing choices."

"The new godfather of the advertising industry, winning his own disease."

"Please let us walk into a story of a civilian counterattack!"

In the next few days, media reports such as the fashion emperor and other eye-catching headlines are still one of the embellishments of winning his life, and they are often talked about by Hong Kong people and fans around the world, and are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The popularity is exploding, and the idol charm has swept the whole Hong Kong!

is another sudden, popular inspirational history, which caught Hong Kong people off guard, and after a few advertisements, the image was exposed. The deeds about winning the sick self suppressed the other news with absolute power.

Hong Kong is churning.

Actually, Win Sick just wanted to have a cup of coffee with Zhao Yazhi......

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On that day, Ying spent a morning in the Oriental Building, and then an afternoon in the Oriental Daily, where he began to give important advance guidance to the various editors of the newspapers he had proposed. It's a hard job, because there are also his shares in it!

Although there are not many, I am grateful for the righteousness of the old horse, and I have done my best to win the disease. In the future, he will even assume the position of editor-in-chief, have the right to command the affairs of the two newspapers and periodicals, and can form a small team by himself, 100% ownership, and when he also runs a newspaper magazine one day, he can directly lead people to form his own company.

What I didn't expect was that I would start building my own magazine so soon......

The next day.

The sky is clear and cloudless.

After settling Lin Fang and them, early in the morning, Ying Sick once again joined hands with Li Ruotong, and the two of them came to the commercial radio station together, and then went to the East in the afternoon, anyway, the distance between the two is not very far, and they will arrive in a blink of an eye by hitchhiking.

Seeing the opportunity to see the world, Li Ruotong was excited and expectant, and followed Ying Sick to take a taxi to the commercial radio station first. Along the way, Xiao Nizi kept talking, but she didn't really get into her own mind, and only smiled and followed her a few words.

The sun is still not so abundant on this day, the weather is cool and very comfortable, everyone is still wearing short sleeves, and the thinner and shorter the beautiful girls wear, the higher the rate of turning heads, except for office workers.

Sou Shen Ji is still in the middle of the rules, steady serialization, people continue to can't bear to let go of the reading and chasing the manuscript, the ghost blowing lamp has just appeared two days ago, the horror craze has been set off, wave after wave is higher, many people choose to chase the god during the day, listen to the ghost blowing the lamp at night. The news about the initiator Win Sick has gradually increased, no, Win Sick has just appeared with his little beautiful sister Li Ruotong when he saw several reporters waiting at the door of the commercial radio station.

Yesterday, I was invited to the East because I was invited, so they pounced, but the heart of the interview and gossip is not dead, and the next day is still guarding the door, and there are more reporters who come this time than yesterday. When there's something, there's news. Almost every citizen lives in the news. Where there is news, there are naturally journalists.

Someone blinked, and he was not timid when he saw the reporter, his body stood as straight as a benchmark, and confidence overflowed the corners of his mouth and eyes, completely attacking his handsome facial features.

Expose yourself to people with the most perfect image. Obviously, they all bought his image characteristics from the staff of the commercial radio station, young, handsome, with a unique temperament, and his daily clothes are ever-changing, just like his books, even if they are thrown into the sea of people, they can find out that it is him, it is him, and he is the winner of the disease!

A very tactful female reporter with the latest voice recorder invented by Philips rushed up in an instant, and suddenly jumped in front of Ying Sick. And asked with a smile on his face: "Mr. Win, can we interview you, we are from Sing Tao Daily."

"Mr. Win, about your ghost blowing the lamp, you put it on the radio and served as the anchor yourself, do you value this novel very much, then when will it be published?"

"Mr. Win, do you know that your ghost blowing lantern has become the focus of public attention, what do you have to say about this?"

"I'm a reporter for Ta Kung Pao,......"

Followed by as many as a dozen people of various newspapers and periodicals interview team all surrounded, generally holding pen and paper, some high-end points holding cameras and voice recorders, click to take pictures of the patient, fortunately the sun is dazzling today, the company has sunglasses when he goes out, so he was not blinded by this sudden battle.

Talking nonsense, all rushing to ask, it's quite annoying to listen to it at once.

Ying Zhiji stretched out his hand to stop some crazy momentum, didn't let them hit Li Ruotong, protected her behind him, and said calmly: "You interviewed me because the ghost blew the lamp?"

His demeanor was all in a proper manner, and his bearing was heartbreaking, and the atmosphere temporarily stopped.

"Yes, we heard that your talk about blowing the lamp has caused a great sensation among the citizens in the past two nights, and we immediately received an order from above that you must be found and your interview record must be obtained, so ......" The young reporter, with a special notepad and pen, quickly explained the reason why they came so quickly.

The other dozen or so nodded their heads and pleaded with him for an interview.

For these uncrowned kings, Ying Zhi has treated them with neither offense nor enthusiasm, and said with a gentle and polite smile: "Thank you, thank you, there is no comment for the time being!"

I'm sorry, because I've already agreed to broadcast the radio program, and I still have an invitation in the afternoon, so I don't have extra time to give interviews, and when I have time, I will find a media to be honest with you one by one! ”

As he spoke, he tightly dragged Li Ruotong's white and tender little hand, which was keeping quiet, and walked inside.

"Mr. Win......"

The words of winning the illness made everyone a little depressed, but although people did not cooperate, they were also polite, so they couldn't get started, and reporters in this era are still very professional.

It was the first female reporter who looked very tactful at the beginning, followed them, and with a slightly admiring gaze, she said expectantly: "Then can you sign for me?"

Signature? Remembering that day, it was still the girl who asked for an autograph on this road, and Ying Sick fell into a short memory, and instantly came to his senses again. looked at her squarely and smiled: "Of course it's no problem, thank you for your enthusiastic support!"

Anyway, the signature is not worth a few dollars, and it doesn't take long, it doesn't matter if you win the disease, but you are very happy, someone gives you face, of course, you have to accept it happily.

When he was talking, he stopped, let go of the hand that had been holding Li Ruotong, happily took the paper and pen used for the interview, signed his name on the paper, and wrote a short sentence of blessings, iron pen and silver hook, and it was done in three or two.

Seeing that he had given an autograph, although it seemed worthless now, everyone reacted more enthusiastically, the interview was unsuccessful, and it was not bad to get an autograph, at least this trip did not return empty-handed.

So it was lively, and a group of reporters and more than a dozen people all gathered around Yingji, took out paper and pencils, and chased after him for autographs.

Yes, you can't favor one over the other, you have a smile on your lips, and you sign your name one by one modestly and politely, but the blessing of the gods and horses is exempt.

Everyone has their own gains, Win the sick has got a little bit of vanity and joy, the reporters also get autographs and happy, and they can show off when they go back, and the autograph of the winner is very rare at present.

After signing the name, Ying Zhiji and Li Ruotong held hands again, and the sharp-eyed reporters finally discovered the inseparable intimacy between the two.

A middle-aged reporter wearing round-eyed glasses, with a gossip heart, stared at Li Ruotong, and now she has a pair of eyes, black and white, like a pair of crystals, embedded in her face. Although his body is extremely thin, he is also petite. Dressed all over the body, the tailoring design is the same as winning the disease, delicate and good-looking, like a smoke on the body, fluttering, as if wanting to take people to fly away in the wind, without a trace of variegation, white, under the reflection of the sun, the more bright and dazzling, clean very, with her temperament, make people's eyes bright.

The posture of walking is also casual and cute, seeing that everyone's eyes are all invested, the little face is embarrassed, a little shy, looking up at the winner of the illness has been a little overwhelmed, and the calves are kicked on the ground, which is like a coquette, which makes a group of reporters laugh.

The middle-aged reporter's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked himself: "Who is this beautiful little girl?"

Ying Yiji smiled faintly, generously lifted the hand that was holding Li Ruotong's fingers, raised it, winked mischievously and said, "My sister-in-law Liang is my sister-in-law!"

Although there was no clear reply, many reporters still recorded this sentence and filmed this scene, everyone was relieved, and this time they also had an explanation, haha, some reporters even wanted to make a big fuss about it.

I don't mind if I win the disease, I really don't mind at all, it's natural to be a human being, it's not interesting to hide it too tired, I didn't forget to take Li Ruotong to say goodbye with a smile when I left, and said: "Then goodbye, I have something to say goodbye first."

Saying that, the two held hands, small hands held big hands, one high and one low walked side by side, leaving a good-looking and weird back of everyone, and a few photos and flashes were played, killing a lot of films.

Because of the outstanding personal image and the display of fame, he can not be arrogant or rash, polite and well-founded, so that a good impression of a reporter is good, so there is no too presumptuous obstruction.

Being sought after by a group of reporters is really a bit of a star, and I think it's a little funny to win the disease. Li Ruotong stared at his face with bright eyes, looked at it for a moment, and muttered in his heart, Brother Sick is getting more and more handsome, should he not want Tong'er in the future......

I didn't know what Li Ruotong thought, so I just pulled her and the two of them straight into the commercial radio station, and the two security guards at the door hurriedly stepped forward to block some reporters who wanted to catch up, and didn't let them in.

I bumped into Zhong Weiming and his party who rushed to hear the sound, but the leader was a middle-aged man with full aura.