Chapter 4 Nasty Work

"Hey, Zhang Wen!Zhang Wen!" the boss of the Crescent newspaper impatiently tried to wake up a sleeping reporter from a dream.

"Who~Annoying~" Zhang Wen opened a tired eye

"Ahh Editor-in-chief, it's you, right... I'm sorry, I don't dare anymore, I'm because..."Zhang Wen saw the editor-in-chief jump up violently and explained incoherently.

"Zhang Wen, you! How many times have I said that you can't sleep during work hours, how many times have you done this! By the way, have you done a good job of the list I asked you to make?"

"Yes... Sorry, editor-in-chief, go right away"

"Alas, you, forget it, I'll talk about the list later, I'll give you a new task, go interview Miss Liu Jingyi, I've prepared the content for you, and now I'll open yours."

"Daben". Go to Wan Jiahe Hotel right away. Miss Jingyi is waiting for you there, remember, room 302. The middle-aged man with the bottom of the bottle finished his instructions and hurried back to his office to process the hilly pile of manuscripts.

As the editor-in-chief of this newspaper, this middle-aged man is stern on the surface, but he is very concerned about his subordinates and is also very cautious, so most of the manuscripts have to be revised again after editing and revising them before he is satisfied.

Zhang Wen hurriedly packed the press bag he was carrying, and after confirming that he had not left anything behind, he stepped on his electric car and set off towards the Wanjiahe Hotel.

Zhang Wen complained in his heart while riding his bicycle: If you don't go there one day, you have to go there, and you have to submit the manuscript on time, and you have to rewrite a sentence after staying up all night to finish writing someone's sentence.

Alas, miserable. There's no way, if there is a person who can sit comfortably in the office, who will do this job!

Alas...... Zhang Wenqi complained all the way, and arrived at the Wanjiahe Hotel after about 40 minutes.

After showing his press card to the front desk of the hotel, he was taken to the door of 302 by a young and handsome waiter.

"Miss Liu, are you there? A newspaper reporter wants to interview you, is it okay?"

"Oh, let him in. A voice came from room 302. Zhang Wen pushed the door in and saw one

The "jeweled" young girl is about 20 years old, but she is dressed like a rich woman in her 40s.

I saw that her face was covered with a thick layer of foundation, and her mouth was red, but she didn't feel angry.

A 24K gold necklace around his neck is 30 grams, there is a light purple mark on his neck, he is wearing a mink, long black stockings on his legs, a pair of black patent leather high-heeled boots, and he is leaning on a high-end swivel chair with his legs crossed, but his movements are very unnatural.

Zhang Wen relied on his own reporter intuition to judge that Miss Liu was being supported by officials or wealthy people.

"Reporter Zhang, if you have any questions, just ask, I'm very busy!"

"Okay, what do you ...... about your new work?" Zhang Wen was very disgusted by this kind of person, so he hurriedly ended the interview.

"Thank you for your cooperation, let's stop here today. Zhang Wen went downstairs and stepped on the electric car to return to the newspaper office.

"Master, yes, he has already come. He didn't notice, what to do next, okay, I'll get rid of him as soon as possible, and I'll report back in time if there's anything going on. Liu Jingyi in 302 turned around after making a call, and a sharp blade inserted in the back of the heart suddenly appeared, and the blood that flowed out had dried up and coagulated on the mink coat, which was dark brown.

She staggered into the bathroom, shook and suddenly collapsed like a shelf, her eyes bubbling out of her sockets with dirty liquid, and a sinister smile on her lips.