Ou Chen couldn't understand Lu Yiyi's idea of suddenly wanting to investigate the closed factory, and carefully thought about Lu Yiyi's work preferences, guessed and asked, "What are you going to do?" Don't you want to ask for the lives of laid-off low-level workers this time? Righteous hearts are overflowing again? ”

There is a reason why Ou Chen asked.

When Lu Yiyi was in London, he was the editor-in-chief of the economic column, and he also did some crazy things, such as hosting a series of reports about a multinational corporate capitalist embezzling public funds to privately open a red-light district, and creating a summer credit card guide for low-level consumer groups.

In short, Lu Yiyi always likes to use his field to speak out for the power of public opinion for families with meager wages.

In Europe, the power of public opinion is very huge, and there was once an incident about the desecration of children in the church, and more than 60 people like Lu Yiyi, who held a pen, held a camera, and checked the information, rescued the children from the clutches of the devil and overthrew the dirty church.

However, since Lu Yiyi returned to country A, he has stepped down from the task of economic editor-in-chief, and EBA is now involved in a wide range of reporting and information, so the economy is no longer Lu Yiyi's focus.

Therefore, Ou Chen also had to give Lu Yi a reminder: "Boss, you must know that now in the EBA headquarters, since Amanda adjusted its business strategy last time, we have shifted from serving low-level income to serving middle-level and even high-level income.

Of course, although I also think that your idea of light luxury is very good, and Amanda agrees with it, but Amanda prefers heavy luxury-Smith's set, Smith is now wrestling with you, aren't you looking for something to tell him when you pay attention to the low-level economy? ”

Lu Yi nodded, took the last sip of coffee in the cup into his mouth, and said: "I know, this is really just my private matter, you will secretly help me check it, anyway, it has been more than a year since you returned to China, don't tell me the resources of the informant, you don't have it." ”

Ou Chen heard this, although his expression was still very unhappy, but in the end he also nodded: "Okay, I'll help you, you, you know that it troubles me from the time you read it, but you have to wait, it's very troublesome to find out about things so many years ago." ”

"Got it, thank you, Ouchen honey~~"

"Phew, I want to act thanks! Autumn Fashion Week is coming soon, and when you go to Paris, remember to bring me the latest Louis Vuitton bag. ”

Lu Yi saw Ou Chen's angry look, and agreed in one bite, anyway, Ou Chen's guy is better than Shen Ya, as long as he has a bag, everything will be done.

"But speaking of which, you still have to pay attention to some of Smith's small actions behind his back, if he and you wrench and win, maybe you will have to get out of the way and offend Amanda, then don't want to mix in the literary world in this life."

Hearing Ou Chen and Lu Yiyi say this, Chen Jiaojiao finally interjected, she is very yearning for Lu Yiyi's current life, after all, any girl wants to have countless free luxury goods to take, but why is it so dangerous, it is like a modern version of palace scheming.

So he asked, "Is it that serious?" Offend that what Amanda is, Yiyi's career is over? ”

"Because Amanda is a celebrity in the literary and journalistic industry, and the resource chain is all over the world, if I am fired by Amanda, other magazines, news agencies, publishing houses, etc. will not dare to use me." Lu Yiyi explained that this is why she didn't want to expose her marriage to Shinya no matter what.

After hearing this, Chen Jiaojiao said "oh" as if she didn't understand, and said clearly: "This is life!" Listening to what you said so vividly, I wondered if I should go out and work a little bit too, I wanted to be independent. ”

As soon as Chen Jiaojiao's words fell, Lu Yiyi and Ou Chen's eyes widened, and they dropped the coffee spoon in their hands...