Gossip King

At 6:40, Gao Leng and Jian Xiaodan had just taken off, and the headquarters of Xingsheng had already been crowded, and various departments had begun to be busy.

Gao Leng asked all the managers to go to work early, and it would be around seven o'clock. These managers will naturally ask the employees below to arrive before half past six.

"Old Liu, is there any big case?" The manager of the planning department grabbed the manager of the entertainment news department and whispered.

"Who knows? It was the notice from the Deputy Secretary-General's Office anyway."

"I see, this guy Gao Leng...oh no, this guy Gao...oh no, president Gao." The manager of the planning department quickly reached out and slapped himself with a slap in the face, "Look at me, man." It was so fast that I didn’t even react! This is like a helicopter ride! Hahahaha, you say, his luck is really...hahahahaha."

He laughed exaggeratedly, but no one answered the conversation.

The high cold at this time is not the high cold that was about to be expelled a few months ago, and everyone has to respectfully call him high. As for Mr. Gao's joke, not everyone can make it, nor can anyone afford it.

luck? This one has no eyesight.

One after another, more than a dozen department managers arrived in the conference room. The secretary Yang Guanguan arrived early, wearing delicate light makeup, bending over the sockets on the floor, maybe something was wrong with the sockets, she cocked her hips all the time. Upside down.

It's still a tight work outfit, and the close-fitting A-line skirt originally wraps the buttocks tightly, so it's even more so.

Those managers who wandered around on her were envious.

"Hmph, although this secretary is sexy, she is just a stalker. At first glance, you know that Mr. Lu was sent to look at Mr. Gao. I don't want this to me." An old manager murmured, but he was very honest. He stared at that buttocks.

Don't give it to him?

The problem is that no one gave it to him.

I want such a **** female secretary, but not everyone has it. Even those old guys guessed that Secretary Yang might be Lu Yajun’s person. Although he knew he was a stalking secretary, he couldn’t resist the temptation to bend and bend. The wolves sitting in the meeting room could bear it. Can't help being speechless.

A flood of saliva.

This time, I wake up from sleepy, excited.

The most exhilarating one is the manager of the advertising department. The two eyes are bright and bright. While staring at Yang Guanguan’s cocked buttocks, he laughed and said, "I think I will hang my cold photos in the future. Room, I worship every day, then the God of Wealth has withdrawn, worship Gao Leng!"

Everyone knows that as long as there is a big case, there will be a big advertisement. This is performance! For the advertising department, whoever can bring performance is his master.

"Me too, my sales of periodicals and magazines, the performance now has exceeded last year, how long is this? It's only half a year!" The manager of the journal sales department nodded in agreement.

Except for the one who has no eyesight, the other managers are pleased. The secretary is here. Maybe tell Mr. Gao, Mr. Gao is so happy, he is climbing up too, right?

"Managers." Yang Guanguan was able to fix the power strips, stood up, and pointed to the display with a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, catching up with the news."

After speaking, he turned on the display and sat down: "General Manager Gao instructed everyone to watch the news together. After reading, listen to Brother Hanging's arrangement."

Hanging brother? !

The faces of everyone collapsed. Who knows, who is Diaoge, isn't that the celebrity of Xingsheng Gao? A driver.

"Listen to the old hanging? That's right?"

"Yes, listen to a driver, are we a bus company?"

A few people whispered to each other, but they didn't dare to make too much noise. They couldn't offend President Gao, and the celebrities of President Gao couldn't offend either.

The door of the meeting room opened, everyone turned their heads, and saw Lao Diao wearing a BOSS suit and a long windbreaker outside, wearing **** sunglasses with a pipe in his mouth, and strode in, followed by the fat man behind him. Dianpidian.

"Who? This person?"

"What kind of boss? See how expensive this suit is. The latest BOSS model can't be bought for less than 100,000."

As soon as he came in, he put the pipe on the table, took off his sunglasses, and glanced at everyone.

"That's right, it's an old hanger!" Everyone was astonished, saying that people depend on clothes. This is really true. The old hanger is in this posture.

It's just that the old hanging at this time seems to be different from normal clothes.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the managers present here neither humble nor humble. I still remember the first time Gao Leng promoted him as a member of the reporter team. That day, he officially changed from a driver to a reporter. He was also wearing a suit and using gel to make his head greasy, but he shrank and flinched on his desk Rear.

At that time, the old hanging person was not used to sitting in an office building, let alone facing such a group of talented students and working with them. Always felt……

how to say.

I always feel inferior. After all, he is a driver.

It seems that only in the driver's seat can the old man find his confidence.

At this time, the old man has a lot of confidence in his eyes, and his waist is straight.

After the business talk with Brother Biao, I don't know why, Lao Hao seems to have confidence. This kind of self-confidence comes from the inside, making him more domineering.

"Dear managers, correct what Secretary Yang said, not to listen to my old hanging arrangements, but to listen to Mr. Gao, I am just a spreader, and you are the main force." Lao Dao smiled slightly, not arrogant or domineering, and said Very pertinent, raised his wrist to check the time: "The news is about to begin, let's get into work."

At seven o’clock, the headlines of social news in the news were the case of the Internet Addiction Center exposed by Reporter Peng. The lens used was also the lens of Reporter Peng. This was explosive news for those people who did not see the news yesterday. For professionals, this is old news.

The lens that was exposed yesterday is used today. Isn't it what the old news is? Today, the second episode of an in-depth report by reporter Peng.

From 7:30 to 8:00, reporter Peng's in-depth report kicked off. As soon as the lens opened, there were two well-known domestic experts: psychiatric experts and brain experts. Reporter Peng is sitting on the left, they are sitting on the right, and on the far right is reporter Peng’s assistant reporter, who occasionally colludes.

In the middle is the micro-current therapy instrument, which is the one that Professor Zhang took out.

"Two experts, this is the treatment device I saw in Professor Zhang’s Internet addiction treatment facility." Reporter Peng looked solemn, and the lens dragged to the pointer: "The maximum milliampere is 1 milliampere. May I ask, this is for the human body. Is there any harm? How much harm is there?"

The two experts faced the camera and spoke clearly about the injury, one, two, three, or four points.

They look at the camera for a reason, not just to look good on the camera. From their point of view, there is a reminder above the lens, that is, the subtitles are rolling there. They have written the manuscript in advance, and the manuscript is imported into the reminder by the staff, and it becomes a rolling subtitle, just follow the reading.

When news is broadcast, there is also a reminder to prevent forgetting words.

The public doesn't know, but professionals know it at a glance. This is not an on-site question and answer. This is a preparation in advance. Also, reporter Peng's in-depth reports have so many audiences, there can be no gaps. If an expert is hired, and the question asked cannot be answered and the words are forgotten, isn’t the sign smashed?

The reminder is a good thing, it's eloquent, it has both depth and breadth. I don't know, I thought you were asking questions on the spot.

"I was planning to experience the electric shock myself, but I didn't find the opportunity." After listening to the expert's introduction, reporter Peng frowned deeply: "Since electric shock has such a great harm to the human body, what about the teenagers?"

"Do you plan to experience the electric shock yourself?!" the other host asked with a look of surprise and admiration. Obviously, this was a line that had been prepared long ago.

"Yeah." Reporter Peng said with a righteous look: "I went into their treatment room. When I saw this device, I wanted to experience the electric shock by myself. It's a pity... However, we took the first-hand treatment device. It's really not easy."