At this moment, Butol finally has the appearance of a backbone reporter for the "Lens Sport" newspaper. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Mmmm, these photos are very good, enough for me to make a big news."

Could it be that these guys are also journalists? The shooting angles and shooting techniques of these photos are extremely professional, and the masters in the newspaper are at this level. But Butor didn't dare to think about it, and the fist in his head stopped him from looking for it.

Whatever, as long as it's not aimed at himself, thinking of this, Butol continued with a smirk, "Several local intimate close-ups are well captured, plus the capture of light, an absolute masterpiece. ”

When Contenstine saw these photos when he printed them, he thought, Raymond's kid is too dirty, what are the shots, ****, wet kisses, what are the hot shots, they are all close-up photos. But those women are really of good quality, and I can't help but look at them a few more times when I take the photos.

"It's a pity that there isn't that Reeves intimacy picture here, but it doesn't matter, put a few close-up photos of other people kissing and making out with him, and the reader will make it up for himself." Butol is very good at this kind of thing.

This is called visual inertia, Reeves and the woman appear alone in a photo, plus a close-up photo of a hand touching the chest, the two photos are put together, plus a suggestive text description, and everyone who sees it will naturally think that the hands are Reeves's.

Fooling the reader is a very fulfilling thing for Bhutol, even if it happens, it doesn't matter, he just arranges the photos, adds a suggestive text, and does nothing else, and he can't do anything else in court.

Anne was very satisfied, this wine bag and rice bag were not useless, and there were some dirty methods.

"It's your business how to do it, I just need the results, I need to see these pictures in the newspaper."

Butol nodded confidently, "It's on me, but tomorrow's layout has already been arranged, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the newspaper until the day after tomorrow." ”

"It's okay, my patience is good." Anne picked up a glass of juice from the table, took a sip and continued, "I hope you will forget all about today's events tomorrow, and the picture was only sent to you by an enthusiastic crowd, what do you say?" ”

Contenstine snorted in agreement,

"I know, I know, don't worry, I, Eli Bhutol, am a forgetful person, and I can't remember what I shouldn't remember." Butor nodded hurriedly.

"Hmm." Anne replied casually, ignoring it, and began to think about how much trouble this matter could cause Reeves.

Looking at Anne, who was drinking juice on the couch and not continuing to speak, Butor asked tentatively,

"You, if you don't have anything to order, then I'll go first."

"Let's go." Anne waved her hand in disinterest, it stands to reason that she should cheer and applaud when she saw that guy was unlucky, but when things were arranged, thinking about the aftermath of this news, why didn't she feel a little excited?

When Butor heard this, he was overjoyed that he could finally get out, but he didn't dare to show it, and he resigned himself from the room.

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Closing the door, Butor, who walked to the front of the elevator, straightened his messy hair and wrinkled clothes, covered the bruises on his face, and couldn't help sighing.

Butol is a rich man's son, but the rich also have grades, just now I secretly looked at the dress and behavior of the girl and the bodyguard, and knew that it was the kind of person he couldn't afford to provoke, plus Butol had seen a lot of bodyguards, and his father also had bodyguards, but compared to the bodyguards he saw just now, they were definitely not a grade, they were more like the bodyguards of the heads of political leaders on TV.

So Butor extinguished the idea of regaining face, but after glancing at the thick envelope in his hand, Butor was excited again, and finally gained something.

It's good material, and if it's used well, it's enough to cause problems for the Lille team, and it's to be praised by the editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

All the negative news about the Lille team is the best-selling material for Lens Sport, especially since the team lost today, and the Lens people must be happy to see this news in the newspaper.

Bhutor also had the idea of making a career for his father to see when he entered the newspaper, Bhutol's father always thought that he would only eat, drink and play with women, and he held his breath to change his father's opinion, and making achievements in the newspaper owned by his father was the best way. So far, it's been good, and the tone in which my father spoke to him was much better the last time I came home.

Bhutor believes the news will take him one step closer to career success.

Thinking of this, Butol regained the confidence he had when he came, entered the elevator with his head held high, and returned to the second floor.

Out of the elevator, Butol, who was in a good mood, hummed a happy tune, walked to the door of his room, took out his room card, opened the electronic lock, and was about to walk in, when he was suddenly pushed from behind, and Butol staggered to open the door and threw himself on the ground in the house.

"Damn? Is there an end? I promised you........." Butol turned around in annoyance, thinking it was still the same people upstairs.

But I won't say anything about it halfway through, because there are two completely strangers standing outside the door, a woman and a man, the woman is wearing heavy makeup and dust, and the man is full of tattoos and fierce faces.

"You're the one who put Edith pigeons?" The tattooed man closed the door and spoke first.

"Huh?" Who is Edith? Butol was stunned, the name was completely the first time he had heard it.

"Handsome guy, did you call me to ask me out?" The woman leaned over to look at Butol, who had fallen to the ground, her eyes shining inexplicably, and the sound of her throat ruined by alcohol cigarettes was very ugly.

"Ahh Only then did Butol wake up, this is the service called, the goods are not right, it is close, and it is only from the very thick makeup that it can be seen that this is an old and decrepit old woman, where will this old woman be a college student! What about college students?

The contact information of the intermediary was given by a colleague in the newspaper, and Butol knew that he had been tricked, and it must have been the guy from the newspaper who couldn't see himself in the limelight and made an ugly woman disgust himself.

The affairs of colleagues will be discussed later, and the matter in front of us must be solved first.

This woman is calling people to come, it seems that it must be difficult to be good, Butor thought of this, and panicked.

"You must be mistaken, my name is Bhutol, I have identification in my wallet, and it is definitely not the service I called." Butol secretly rejoiced, but fortunately, the name he left just now was not his real name.

"Oh? Mr. Bhutol! You're stupid to me, who doesn't get a pseudonym for doing this. The tattooed man was not so easy to fool, and when he saw that Butol did not admit his account, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

Seeing the tattooed man's action of pulling out his mobile phone, Butol knew that it was over, and covered the location of the mobile phone in his pocket with a frustrated face, really wanted to slap himself, why didn't he think of this.

"Not your name? So how is this service phone in your pocket? The tattooed man put everything in Bhutol's pocket on the bed, a trembling mobile phone, a bulging wallet, and an eye-catching blue pillbox.

"I~~" Butol also tried to justify, the tattooed man went up and was a slap, Butol was pinched on the ground for a burst of sound, and the other side of his face was also bruised.

"Don't want to die? Dare to play with us Sister Edith. ”

"Don't slap your face!" Edith pushed the tattooed man away, lifted Boutol's face in distress, and carefully wiped the bloodshot from the corner of Boutol's mouth.

The tattooed man coughed lightly, and Edith, who knew she was out of shape, let go of her hand holding Butol and sat down on the bed.

"Delayed me for so long, Mr. Boutol! Let's calculate the compensation, what do you think? ”

"Compensation, I compensation!" Butor nodded repeatedly, hurriedly got up and picked up the wallet on the bed, and took out all the cash inside.

"I'm afraid that's not enough, right?" Edith didn't even look at the scattered francs on the bed.

"That's all I have for today."

"Isn't there still a credit card?"

"Huh?"

Edith finished speaking and pulled out a mobile POS machine from her bag.

Butol accepted his fate, how could the recruitment industry carry the POS machine at any time, it was clearly prepared, and it seemed that he would not stop without spending money.

"Not much, I'll charge you 10,000 francs as my brother's labor fee, what do you think?" Edith held out her index finger and picked up Boutol's chin, and said with a tender face.

The strong smell of inferior perfume came to his nose, choking Butol coughing, nodded hurriedly, took out the bank card from his wallet and operated it on the POS machine, Butol just wanted to get rid of this old woman quickly at the moment.

"It's really good, it's just that sister, I'm a little worried, what if you trouble us afterwards, after all, it's not a cash transaction, this bank card consumption record is evidence."

"Nope! No! I promise not to call the police, and I will write a note for you. ”

"Tut, but my sister is still not at ease." Edith shook her head and continued with an ambiguous face, "That's it, my sister suffers a little loss, and it's no problem to collect the money to make up for the service, don't you say?" Little Baby! ”

After that, he began to take off his clothes.

"Service?" Butol was a little puzzled when he heard this, but when he saw Edith start to undress, he understood it all, "Don't!"

"Kevin, help me strip him naked and tie him to the bed."

Butol tried his best to resist, but his wine-stained body was no match for the sturdy tattooed man, and in the midst of hysterical cries, Butor was stripped naked and his limbs tied to the four corners of the bed.

"Little handsome guy, don't worry, there's still a long time left for this night." Edith didn't mind Butor's resistance at all, and picked up the blue pill box on the bed, "Yo, viagra, you're fully prepared, just in handy." ”

Edith got up and picked up the cup, poured a glass of water, walked back to the bedside, poured the little blue pill and water into Butol's mouth, and then gagged Butol's mouth with the untied tie.

"Hehe, Sister Edith take your time, I'll withdraw first!" The tattooed man walked to the door with a wicked smile on his face.

"Go, go, it's rare to meet a handsome guy, you can't waste it." Edith had ridden up.

The door was closed, and the spring color in the room was also hidden.

One night of romance, no one knows the taste.