Gossip King

When Huang Cong heard Gao Leng's words, he was really surprised.

Ten million is a drizzle to Huang Cong, but it is not a small number for ordinary people, especially the working people, not to mention white-collar workers, even if it is gold-collar workers.

"It's not that I look down on you. It's just for insurance. You can take out ten million first. Take it out. That's it." Huang Cong said with suspicion.

This guy is 80% empty gloved white wolf, he thought.

"Mr. Huang, you write the penalty of 10 million in the contract. The words are signed by me, and the guarantee is from Xingsheng Magazine. I can’t run. This is the first and second. Although I use my personal micro Bo publishes news as soon as possible, but I still rely on Xingsheng Magazine. I am not a self-employed person. You can rest assured of this."

When Huang Cong heard this, he sneered. Sure enough, this kid had no money at all, and he couldn't get in touch with Xingsheng, so he wanted to win the live broadcast of his birthday dinner with a few words? He couldn't help becoming more suspicious. Gao Leng is also a paparazzi. It is obviously too risky to talk about such a big cooperation with a paparazzi. Huang Cong's face collapsed when he thought of this.

Gao Leng looked in his eyes and naturally understood what he was thinking.

A penny stumps a hero, let alone ten million.

"Gao Leng, do you want to play with me with the empty glove white wolf? You are just a paparazzi. What can you do to suppress so many..." Huang Cong's words were bitter and contemptuous, and he stood up a little angrily. Before he finished speaking, Gao Leng reached out and stopped him.

He took out a card from his bag and handed it to Huang Cong: "This is my bank card, with more than two million yuan inside." Then he took out another card and handed it over: "This is a card for a certain photographic equipment. Two hundred thousand inside."

Immediately afterwards, he took the banknotes from the table, wrote a paragraph and signed it, and handed it over: "This is the house my parents left for me. Although it is in the fourth ring road, the price is now one or two. Only one million can be won. I wrote you a mortgage deed."

After handing it all to him, Gao Leng had the final say, and then wrote another five million IOU, handed it to Huang Cong, then took out all the money in the bag and put it on the table: "All my Net worth, deposits, house, and IOUs, totaling about 10 million yuan, Mr. Huang, do you think you are still satisfied?"

...

Gao Leng's series of actions were completed in one go without hesitation. It seems that what he gave Huang Cong was not all his net worth and the debts for a long time to come, but a few hundred yuan.

Ten million, even if Huang Cong, the son of the richest man, wants to throw it on the ground, he has to weigh and weigh it, but he gave it light and gentle.

This is a ruin.

Huang Cong didn't speak, and after staying for a few seconds, he looked at Gao Leng. He asked in a puzzled manner: "Gao Leng, you are just a reporter from Xingsheng Magazine, even if you use your personal Weibo Publish my live news at a time, which can attract some fans, but your personal Weibo is also Xingsheng said that you can recycle after recycling. If you have more fans, you will be gone as soon as you recycle. You can at most get the title of a name, and you can change jobs. More than a few thousand yuan. Besides, if you take down the live broadcast rights, you will definitely have a bonus, but the bonus is definitely not tens of millions, which is hundreds of thousands of dollars. Why are you pressing all the belongings?"

Huang Cong looked at his bank card, waved it and continued: "This time, if you fail, it will be just an unscheduled dinner for me and loss of some cooperation. This will not interfere. They will learn later. My ability is gone, cooperation can’t run, I have nothing to lose. But if you fail, your loss will cost ten million, ten million, do you know how much it is? It’s packed in burlap bags. Maybe Xingsheng fired you for committing a major mistake. I think you have been so in the limelight recently, and there must be many jealous colleagues or bosses who want you to stumble."

He stood up, put the pile of objects that Gao Leng gave him on the table, and pointed his finger: "Why are you paying such a high price?"

For what?

Gao coldly smiled: "Because, my ambition is not just a reporter, it's as simple as that." He didn't say much, all his belongings on the table had already shown his determination, and past news The exposure of the headlines showed his abilities.

Right now, it depends on whether Huang Cong is willing to believe this newcomer who has just emerged to give him the right to broadcast the dinner.

Huang Cong looked at Gao Leng, his teeth clenched, which was also a challenge for him.

"Please wait a minute." At this moment, Mu Xiaolen, who had not spoken, got up, her voice was soft and soft, but it was admiring and firm.

She bowed her head and took out a card from her bag, then picked up the Gao Leng IOU and received it in her bag, and said, "There are more than seven million in it. It just happens that today, the fixed deposit is due to go to the bank to change the deposit. When you get there, Mr. Huang, what you said, take out 10 million, and the job will be cold, and your words will count."

After speaking, she gently placed the card on the table and nodded with her finger.

Gao Leng was stunned. Just as she was about to say something, she turned her head and blocked his words: "This is my dowry money. Anyway, I want to marry you. I will give it to you sooner or later. The money is yours. what."

...

Huang Cong only felt that his body was shining with the light of an electric light bulb.

Ding Ding Ding, his phone rang, he glanced at it and raised his eyebrows slightly, then answered: "Hello? Oh, Mr. Yang from XX TV station, what? Can you send seven teams to help me with a large-scale promotion in the shortest time Birthday dinner? You saw the scandal, um, yes, I really want to suppress this scandal, you are okay? How much is the live broadcast right? My live broadcast right is very expensive, oh, 20 million immediately hit me in the account Ah, are you on your way now? Mr. Yang is a big boss, he is decisive in doing things."

Obviously, after a quick meeting and resource mobilization, the boss of the TV station who Huang Cong just called, decided to take the live broadcast of Huang Cong's birthday dinner with full firepower. He was racing against time and was already on his way.

After listening, Mu Xiao Leng bit his fingers nervously. He made a halfway deal with Cheng Yaojin and returned 20 million yuan in investment fees for the live broadcast rights.

"But, Mr. Yang, I’m sorry, I have already signed the live broadcast rights with someone else. Um, I just signed it. It’s more secure to sign two? No, no, I’m just one family, so what? I’ll be a little busy. See you later." After Huang Cong finished speaking, he deducted the phone and looked at Gao Leng.

Gao Lengqing let out a sigh of relief.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

"Buddy." Huang Cong stretched out his hand: "You are very courageous, I like it, do it well, I will not treat you badly."

"Then I need you to support me now." Gao Leng looked at the time and said, "Give me two small cannon cameras, one video camera, and call five bodyguards to follow me, Xiao Leng, give me a blow to the fat man and the old man. You can keep up with the phone."

"Bodyguard...Bodyguard?!" Huang Cong was a little confused.

"Yes, bodyguards, the more burly, the better. I want to be murderous as soon as I look." Gao Leng nodded and said.