LD Media Headquarters.

The editor-in-chief Kurd rubbed his stiff and sore shoulders, he stood up, and pressed the secretary's call button while explaining the following work: "Today is the carnival night of the 61st ASC, you do a good job of broadcasting, and call me if there is any emergency." ”

"Okay, boss." The secretary on the other side had obviously been following Kurds for many years, and she smiled and said, "You can rest assured, there will be no situation, after so many years." ”

"Well, you've worked so hard."

Kurd turned and walked towards the lounge at the back of the office, where he planned to take a warm shower and put on the quilt for a nap.

There was a lot of mist in the bathroom, and Kurd listened to classical music while enjoying a glass of red wine, which was really pleasant.

The cell phone on the low cabinet rang.

Fifteen minutes later, Kurd, whose hair was still obviously damp, and who had not even had time to rematch and change his clothes, had rushed to the live broadcast room, his face was extremely ugly, and the moment he entered the room, all the people who were already in the broadcast room turned their heads to look at him.

"What's going on!" Kurds simply couldn't believe what they had just heard on the phone.

"Boss, there's something wrong with the venue." The secretary with an anxious face immediately greeted him.

Twenty minutes later, Kurd, who had arranged all the contingencies, still couldn't sit down, he stood in the broadcast booth, looking at all the surveillance footage, his face like water.

"Still there's no news over there?" Kurdish watched his TV reporters stand outside the already chaotic venue, reporting the news with great dedication, but there was no progress at all, and he felt anxious.

"Nope."

"Is March in touch?"

"No, I've been in touch since just now, and her phone is off."

"I'm sure she's going to see the party today, right?"

"Yes, boss, it was indeed March who went to the party today, she is the chief reporter, and she is there on behalf of our LD media."

"Are you sure she's there?"

"Confirm that an hour ago, she also sent back a video of the scene." As he spoke, the director found the video and showed it to Kurd.

Kurd looked at the staggered pictures in the video, his face became more and more ugly, March must have encountered something, otherwise as the chief reporter of LD, it would be absolutely impossible for her to turn off her mobile phone.

Kurds don't know what is going on, but this uneasy feeling is constantly expanding. He pondered for a moment and said to the director: "Continue to monitor the live footage, and if there is any news, it will reach me immediately." ”

"Yes, boss."

"Boss, phone." The secretary walked in with the Kurdish phone, which was ringing incessantly, and the music, which usually sounded very beautiful, sounded so harsh and distressing at this moment.

Kurd glanced at the name of the caller prompted on the phone, his brows furrowed, he didn't answer it immediately, but the phone kept ringing, which made Kurd have to pick up the phone, and the moment he picked up the phone, he had a habitual smile on his face, but he didn't allow the other party to talk at all.

"Laura, I know that your daughter's matter has hit you hard, I deeply sympathize, I can empathize, but, don't worry, I transferred you to the Ministry of Tourism just to let you scatter your mind and relieve this sad emotion, absolutely nothing else, you don't have to take it to heart, when this matter passes, I will definitely transfer you back, okay, that's it, Lola, I'm very busy here now, if you use time, I'll call you again."

After saying this long list of perfunctory words, the expression on Kurd's face became even more ugly, and he turned his head to hand over the phone to the secretary, and by the way: "If Laura Walter continues to call, don't bring it ......"

Before Kurd's words could be finished, the phone rang again, and it was still Lola calling.

Kurd didn't plan to deal with her, and wanted to hand over the phone to the secretary, but the other party was extremely persistent this time, whether he answered or not, or kept dialing, and kept ringing, so that the hungry director in the entire broadcast room couldn't help but watch secretly.

Kurds' faces were so ugly that they were dripping.

In the midst of everyone's secret scrutiny, he finally pressed the answer button, and his voice was as calm as usual, but anyone who knew him could hear that there was a lot of anger under such calm, and he would ignite anger if he was not careful.

"Laura, I've made it clear to you, I'll call you again after this paragraph, I'm very ...... now"

The other party didn't know what to say, and Kurd paused slightly, "What's the matter?" What is more important to you now than my little now? Do you know what's going on over here? There was an explosion at the carnival venue, and what more important thing do you think is than what is happening now?! ”

Kurd's voice has been raised, for a family-like entrepreneur like him, who has received a very good elite education since childhood, in general, he will never reveal his true character, even if he is angry, he leaves everyone with a gentle image.

However, now the scorching situation has vanished this proud elegance of his life, and his voice is getting higher and higher, and the secretary standing next to Kurd has no doubt that if Lola is standing here at this time, it is estimated that Kurd will directly twist her neck to prevent her from calling again.

Just when everyone was waiting for **OSS's anger to erupt like a volcano, all Kurd's emotions froze in an instant, and he even maintained that tense state of anger, but the kind of aura emanating from his body was wrong.

"What did you say?" Kurd's voice was as calm as ice, and it was impossible to tell that he was on the verge of breaking down and getting angry.

The other party said something quickly, Kurd turned around and walked in the direction of his office, the secretary was very strange, wanted to follow, but didn't want Kurd to turn his head to her and said: "Don't follow, you stay here, I will contact you if there is any situation." ”

Watching the big boss go farther and farther, the director couldn't help but whisper to the secretary: "What will happen?" **OSS's mood doesn't seem right. ”

The secretary remained as gentle and amiable as ever: "Are you done?" ”

And the crowd scattered as birds and beasts.

Only the secretary who was left stood alone, rumbling in his head with a few big words.

Something happened, something must have happened.