Xinhua Newspaper

"Editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief, good news!" Before entering the door, Hong Fei, who was in his forties, heard Xiao Qing's voice from afar.

Sure enough, a few quarters of an hour later, a young man in his twenties kicked open the door and broke in.

"Xiao Xiao, how many times have you been talked, why are you still so reckless?" Hong Fei frowned and said dissatisfiedly.

Xiao Qing is the son of his friend, his grades are not good, and his ability is not very outstanding, so no company recruits him. A few years ago, his old friend asked him to help him find a job, and for this affection, he had to accept Xiao Qing no matter what.

But in the past few years, Xiao Qing's work ability has been mediocre, which has made him a related person who has also been criticized. Seeing him so reckless, his heart was also dissatisfied.

Xiao Qing touched his head in disdain.

"Okay, if you don't get valuable news this time, even if you are Lao Xiao's son, I will deduct your salary. Hong Fei waved his hand and said.

As soon as he talked about the news, Xiao Qing was full of energy, "Editor-in-chief, this time is definitely big news." ”

This time, the chairman will hold a press conference at 3 p.m. in the Great Hall of the People, and I am the first to get the news. Xiao Qing said proudly.

"The chairman held a press conference, and it was about the elixir of the immortals, this is big news, good guy! Yes, yes, this time I will give you an additional 20,000 yuan. Hong Fei patted Xiao Qing on the shoulder, in a good mood, and smiled with relief.

"Let's go and get ready, we can't let those guys take the lead, Xiao Xiao, you go with me." Hong Fei immediately urged.

"Yes!" Xiao Qing also realized the importance of this incident for his future, and replied excitedly.

The Great Hall of the People The Great Hall of the People is different from the usual cold at this time, crowded with people, and the flashing lights of various cameras are continuous, surrounding the door.

On the top stage, there were two figures standing impressively, one of them was Chen Yixin, and what was surprising was that next to him was a teenager, wearing exactly the same clothes as the clothes of the immortals on CCTV that day, full of luxury and simplicity, which brought many people imagination.

Chen Yixin looked at the large and small, densely packed cameras with satisfaction, pressed his palm down, and gestured.

The originally noisy synagogue suddenly fell silent.

"I'm sure everyone has already guessed about the young man next to me, as you think, he is the immortal, Yetian. As soon as Chen Yixin's words fell, there was an exclamation in the Great Hall of the People, followed by discussions one after another.

Yetian motioned for Chen Yixin to step back, took a step forward, and said lightly.

"This time I'm here mainly about the conditions for lifting the forbidden spell of the elixir. ”

The night sky mobilizes the aura of heaven and earth to transmit the sound to every corner.

Listen carefully, the sound of the night sky is not loud, but it is very clear, as if whispering softly in your ear, all the voices of reporters discussing involuntarily stopped, carefully recording the words of the night sky, and the flash of the camera kept flashing.

"First, Japan, the Philippines and other countries that have territorial disputes with our country must recognize that the sovereignty of those territories belongs to our Celestial Empire. Second, the treasures plundered by the countries of our Celestial Empire must be returned. Thirdly, the 1.5 million square meters of territory plundered by Russia in the last years of the Qing Dynasty must also be returned. Fourth, Japan must dismantle the Yasukuni Shrine, and fifth, countries that have invaded China must make a public apology. ”

The characteristic clarity of the boy's voice echoed in the sky above the Great Hall of the People.

Everyone was silent, there was only one thought, this young man breathed a big sigh.

Looking at the sluggish crowd below, the corners of Yetian's mouth curved an arc, his left hand was clenched, and suddenly the breeze blew on his face, and the reporters suddenly woke up.

Suddenly realized, this is an immortal, an immortal with great magical powers, and what else can't be done.

"You can hear what you just said, and what else do you want to ask? You can ask. Yetian said lightly.

There was silence in the hall, and although the immortals said they could ask, they were worried that it was just a scene, and if they did, the immortals would think they were abrupt.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the silence was broken by a slightly calm voice.

"Immortals, why didn't there be immortals descending to earth in the catastrophe of the Huaxia bloodline more than a hundred years ago? An abrupt voice rang out.

All eyes were on the questioner, a skinny young man, in his twenties.

That person was Xiao Qing, Xiao Qing was stared at by all the eyes, shrank his head, thought of his future, and raised his head again with courage, looking directly at the night sky.

"You asked well, the passage from the fairy world to the mortal world was closed since the Yuan Dynasty for some reason at that time, and the immortals could not reach the lower world. Moreover, the golden bodies of the immortals on the earth have been damaged, and they cannot transmit news, so naturally they don't know those things, so how can they go down to earth. ”

This sentence is actually half-true, and from Yetian's memory, I know that the passage was indeed closed at that time. And the so-called golden body is fake, where can those statues made of mud withstand the thoughts of immortals. Recently, this passage has been opened, and Yetian faintly feels that this has something to do with him, but he can't figure it out, so several ancestors are preparing for the ascension.

The only thing left in the huge hall was the rustle of writing, and the reporters took advantage of their unique advantages as paparazzi to write hard.

With a bang, Lorenzo turned off the TV in front of him with an ugly face and took a hard puff of his cigarette.

"The Celestial Empire is going to lose our face!" said Fit, whose face was ugly.

"What else can be done? Promise him, all of them. Lorenzo leaned back on the couch and snuffed out the cigarette butt with all his might, saying weakly.

"Yes, what else can be done? What is face in the face of human life?" Fett sighed.

He understands very well that this is the reality.

Lorenzo and Fett walked out of the conference room and looked at the eagle soaring in the sky.

They all understand. The lion of the East has awakened, and it will once again compete for the position of king, and no one can stop it.

"Fit, all the news media are well connected, and the satellites around the world are connected, so that the people of the Celestial Empire can feel the sincerity of our country. Lorenzo walked into the conference room, picked up the suit hanging from the chair, and said.

"Yes," Fitt replied.

There is only one stool and one table in a simple thatched hut in a rural village in City B, and even the so-called two beds are mineral deposits made of stone, and in addition to this, there are only two cups with a broken corner, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the house has four walls.

On one of the beds lay a scrawny old man, whose wrinkled face had a sickly gray, and it was evident that he was terminally ill.

"Ahem!" the old man coughed vigorously, as if he was going to cough out his whole lung.

"Dad, how are you?" the young man shouted nervously, looking at the red bloodshot paper in the old man's hand.

The young woman gently patted her father-in-law's back with her rough calloused palm, trying to make him feel better.

"Dad, my only wish is, I want to see the birth of my grandson, but unfortunately, Dad, Dad, I don't have this blessing. The old man's eyes swept over his daughter-in-law's slightly bulging belly, coughed vigorously, and said intermittently.

"Dad, no, didn't the CCTV we went to the village chief's house a few days ago have a fairy rejuvenation pill? I'm going to try it?" the young man said with a choked voice as he looked at his father, who was plagued by illness.

"Zhiming, that's fake, how can you believe it? You don't remember, your mother's illness was all due to the medicine of that unscrupulous merchant before she left early. When the old man heard this, he immediately became excited and full of indignation.

"Dad, no, didn't the chairman eat it? He won't lie to us. The young man retorted.

"Dad, just let Ah Ming try it!" said the young woman suddenly.

"Hey, it's all my body that is dragging you down!" the old man sighed and coughed.

The young man made up his mind, entrusted his seriously ill father to his pot-bellied wife, took out his little savings and went out, took a bus and set off in the direction of Tian'anmen.

The young man arrived at Tian'anmen and walked straight in the direction of Shuanglong, until the five Rejuvenation Qi Pills floated up and fell on his hand on their own, and the young man woke up like a dream, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Great, Dad's illness is cured.

The onlookers were in an uproar, the contribution points obtained by this person's good deeds had accumulated to the extent that they could be exchanged for five Rejuvenation Pills!

As a result, many people flocked to the young men, many of them the powerful.

"Little brother, how about selling me the Rejuvenation Qi Pill in your hand?" A middle-aged man walked up and said with a smile, the treacherous appearance of the whole old fox.

It's not like they haven't thought about robbing. But when they thought of the fairy saying, 'People are doing things, the sky is watching,' they gave up.

The young man is not a fool, looking at the surrounding posture, it must be impossible to sell it, and the situation at home is also in urgent need of money.

He was already planning to sell one, and the rest was left with his father, wife, children, and him. So, he said, "What about nine hundred million dollars?"

The middle-aged man was happy, his money was just this amount.

"Okay, I want it. The middle-aged man was afraid that he would regret it, so he hurriedly stuffed a bank card of more than 900 million US dollars into his hand and told him the password by the way.

The middle-aged man transferred the account, and the young man hitchhiked back home.

On the Tian'anmen side, in less than a day, the news that someone was worth five Rejuvenation Qi Pills by virtue of their contributions spread throughout the Celestial Empire, and there was even a tendency to expand to the whole world.

The young man and the others took the pill and saved the other pill for his son.

The old man was healed and regained his youth and robustness.

The news of the old man's recovery and his family's overnight fortune spread throughout the village, causing a sensation.

Many people rushed to slap them