Gossip King

Gao Leng's hand clenched his fist and stared at Yan Jiucheng fiercely.

Yan Jiucheng has a problem. He must be in the same group as the black man. Although there is no evidence for this high coldness, he is quite sure that he seems to find that he is just a **** in the overall game.

Mu Xiao Leng has gone abroad? !

Overnight, her parents were arrested, she was sent abroad, where is she now, who is she with, and what will happen to Mu Xiaolen, who has never faced a complicated world alone?

For a while, Gao Leng only felt that his blood was rising. He tried to restrain and calmly looked at Yan Jiucheng, waiting for his reply.

"How do I know?" Yan Jiucheng sneered, and suddenly stood up and stretched out his fingers to point to his two eyeballs, drooling wildly with an angry expression: "Labor and capital saw it with my two eyeballs! I saw him Mu Zhengtang with my own eyes. After being taken away, Mu Xiaolan came to the waiting room of the same flight an hour later, until he boarded the plane, two eyes of labor and management saw it!"

Yan Jiucheng was obviously angry, and glanced at the friend next to him.

This friend was invited by him to entertain him. Someone came and slapped Yan Jiucheng in the face. Forget it, none of the security guards who should have come to Chu Wu.

This makes the dignified face of the king of pulses unstoppable.

Gao Leng looked at the angry Yan Jiucheng. Yes, that photo did show that Yan Jiucheng was in the waiting room. He was there when Mu Zhengtang was taken away, and Mu Xiaoling went there too?

"That's the waiting room. What are you going to do in the waiting room? What is your purpose in helping me at Caesars." Gao Leng asked step by step. Indeed, it was the waiting room. He Yan Jiucheng did not get on the plane and went to wait. What does the engine room do?

Unless he knew Mu Zhengtang was going to be arrested, so he went to stare at him, what else would he do in the waiting room? He is not waiting for the flight.

Gao Leng looked at Yan Jiucheng incredulously.

"Reporter Gao, it's okay if you didn't say Caesar, I helped you. Once you say, okay, I will give you a good deal of this matter." Yan Jiucheng sat down, looked at Gao Leng with an arrogant expression, and stretched out. Pointing to his chest: "I helped you find clues at Caesars. I am your news informant. As an informant, you should protect my privacy and protect my revelations. What about you? Reporter Gao, you are like this. Is it against the informant?!"

News informants are, to some extent, the lifeblood of major news in the eyes of major media, especially powerful media.

There are three types of informants. One is the masses who have accidentally seen major news and gives clues to the media; the other is a small part-time informant that the media will place in various places to collect some local news. Reporting; there is also a well-known reporter who will have some fixed informants who will provide news clues for the reporter, because after all, there will be many reporters in a media, and there will be competition.

So, Yan Jiu's achievements belong to the third type, specifically for the informants who broke the news and cooperated with the interviews.

No matter what it is, once major news breaks out, especially such unannounced news, who the informant is and who broke the news are absolutely confidential. As for informants like Yan Jiucheng who also cooperated with the interview, they are participants, and confidentiality and protection are the top priority.

After all, unannounced visits are exposed, but there is the possibility of counterattack and frame-up.

"Reporter Gao, if everyone knows that you treat your informant like this, huh? With a camera, taking a person to shoot the informant for amusement, blackmailing the informant, think about it, what will you do?" Yan Jiucheng's face revealed. With a sarcasm smile, he had taken the cigarette from his knees, but when he lit the cigarette, the fire was a little trembling because of his anger.

Yan Jiu became the king of the pulse, and he actually made a reporter so shameless, and it was also a major blow to him.

If Yan Jiucheng tells others, well, this is Reporter Gao, he will be an informant and make unannounced visits to him, but he will be blackmailed. Who will provide clues to Gao Leng in the future? Which media will dare to hire Gao Leng in the future?

For a time, Gao Leng became weak with the camera.

Yan Jiucheng has two brushes to become the king of contacts at the top.

Gao Leng didn't speak, staring at Yan Jiucheng.

"Huh." Yan Jiucheng flicked the soot, sneered at Gao Leng, then at his companion and said: "Reporter Gao, first apologize to my buddy, and then apologize to me. I’m finished apologizing, let’s talk about the latter, and talk about how you Xingsheng should treat the informant."

Humph.

Gao sneered, held out a cigarette and handed it to a middle-aged man sitting on the other bed dumbfounded, then took the cigarette and lit it to him: "Sorry, this has nothing to do with you, I'm sorry."

"No... it's okay." The man was obviously a little surprised, and he politely took over and nodded to Gao Leng and then turned to smoke. Obviously, at this time, it is wisest to stay out of the matter.

"That's right, apologize." Yan Jiucheng's mouth raised and twitched slightly, pointing to himself.

His Yan Jiucheng's face can't be lost like this, he has to be cold to return.

"Apologize?" Gao Leng suddenly tossed the cigarette aside, pointed his finger at the bodyguard behind and pointed at the sneak camera on his chest: "Do you think I brought these to apologize for you?"

"I'm a thread..."

"What about the informant? It's time to explode, I have to explode. Yan Jiucheng, think carefully, do you want me to apologize and be exposed, or listen to me obediently and answer my words." Gao Leng approached him and directly Suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the cigarette in his mouth and slammed it on the bed: "Come on after talking."

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Yan Jiucheng was so angry that his veins were violent, and he grabbed the cold collar abruptly: "You are here to look for trouble, right?!"

"No, it's not that I'm here to look for things, it's you, Mr. Yan." Gao Leng immediately stretched out a hand to grab his collar and pressed Yan Jiucheng to the wall with a slight force. Yan Jiucheng's strength and How does it compare to high cold?

To be pressed to death.

"You're a fake public for private benefit! Are reporters abusing their power like this!" Yan Jiucheng was strangled by Gao Leng to turn his face into pig liver, and he continued unwillingly.

"Yes, I'm a fake public for private benefit." Gao Leng sneered: "Playing with me, my woman was dragged into the water, let alone this drizzle, if you don't cooperate with me, I can kill you, believe it or not?"

As he said, Gao Leng's hand slammed hard.

vomit……

Yan Jiucheng's face gradually turned purple, and he made a painful sound of vomiting. He stared high and cold, and his eyes were full of anger. He did not expect that a mere reporter would dare to kill Yan Jiucheng? !

Who is Yan Jiucheng? His grandfather is a group of veteran generals, he is the second generation of orthodox soldiers.

How dare to make him Yan Jiucheng?

As Gao Leng's hands tightened, the anger in Yan Jiucheng's eyes slowly turned into despair and survival. And the middle-aged man who was sitting on the side was going to sit by and walked over in fright.

"You... boss, you let go, Mr. Yan just went to see Shao Wang. I didn't intend to see it." This person said.

Yan Jiucheng could no longer make a sound, but his eyes were full of prayers.

Gao Leng's hand loosened slightly.

Coughing, coughing, and coughing, Yan Jiucheng coughed violently, and said weakly while coughing: "I'm going to send Wang Shao, Singapore media elder Wang Shao, if you don't believe me, call him, cough cough cough... "