I'm not a theatre god

"Yes, and the cards are quite big... Compared with that person's qualifications, I am just a newcomer who has just joined the club."

Chen Ling nodded, thoughtfully.

"I have to go back quickly, otherwise this unlucky guy will die." Chu Muyun felt the gradually weakening breath of life in the mud on his back, and pushed up his glasses, "This kid seems to have something incredible, but We can't let him die like this."

"OK."

"What about you? Wen Shilin, how do you plan to get through?"

Chen Ling looked a little helpless, almost forgetting that there was a literary scholar Lin waiting for him. He had just been kidnapped by people from the Stars Chamber of Commerce, but the chamber of commerce was destroyed, and he came back safe and sound... This is not a good thing. What an easy explanation.

Chen Ling thought for a moment, seemed to remember something, then turned around and walked back to the Chamber of Commerce.

"Where are you going?"

"Get something and go back first."

Seeing this, Chu Muyun no longer waited for Chen Ling, turned around and disappeared at the end of the street.

Chen Ling walked through the devastated manor and went straight to the dungeon. He walked through several deserted corridors based on his memory, and finally found a utility room in the corner of the dungeon. After opening the door, rows of shelves were displayed in front of him. in front of my eyes.

The items placed here are all the belongings of those who were imprisoned in the dungeon before. Most of them are money and accessories, but now they have become ownerless... Chen Ling casually put away a stack of silver notes and gold coins. , his eyes swept across the shelves, and finally stopped in front of an item.

"Sure enough, here..." Chen Ling's mouth raised slightly.

On the shelf, a "Leica" camera that originally belonged to Wen Shilin was lying quietly in the corner.

…

early morning.

Aurora Newspapers.

Zhuo Shuqing was wearing a brown coat, carrying an expensive LU crossbody bag, and walked towards the door of the newspaper office while humming a tune.

Zhuo Shuqing was in a very good mood after not seeing Chen Ling at his workstation for several days. It seemed that Chen Ling had given up on the difficulty... Also, not everyone could do such high-end and delicate work as writing articles. If you are competent, what kind of writing can that reckless man with no brute strength know?

Thinking that he would never see Chen Ling again, Zhuo Shuqing felt refreshed and his life had returned to its previous leisurely and wealthy state. He walked back to his work station and planned to go to the coffee shop next door later. A cappuccino before starting the morning's work.

However, as soon as he entered the office, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Next to his work station, he saw a figure engrossed in writing, and the lamp on the corner of the table was even on.

"Lao Ma, when did he come?" Zhuo Shuqing turned his head stiffly and asked the security guard at the door.

"He? He came here in the middle of the night, knocked for a long time and asked me to open the door for him... He said there was some big news and he had to work overtime." The security guard yawned and muttered in a low voice, "I'm really sick..."

"Big news?"

Zhuo Shuqing frowned unconsciously. After hesitating for a moment, he walked to his work station and glanced furtively at Chen Ling's desk...

At this moment, Chen Ling stood up suddenly.

Zhuo Shuqing was so frightened that he sat down at his workstation and hurriedly put his crossbody bag on the table, pretending that nothing had happened. But at this moment, his heart was beating like crazy, for fear that the reckless man would backhand him and punch him in the face. , launched a vigorous workplace bullying.

But Chen Ling didn't seem to notice him at all. She held a few handwritten manuscripts in her arms, picked up her camera and walked quickly to the film processing room, as if she wanted to print photos.

Is he actually writing seriously? ?

Zhuo Shuqing was shocked. He was restless at his workstation for a while...it wasn't until his eyes fell on the draft he had just finished last night on the corner of the table that his expression calmed down a little.

The title of that draft is: ""Victors never say much" - an in-depth interview with Yan Xishou, vice president of Qunxing Chamber of Commerce"

This article is the result of Zhuo Shuqing's work this week. The Stars Chamber of Commerce has given him generous conditions to write a special article for the eldest young master Yan Xishou and publish it in the "Aurora Daily"... In order to write well He had listened to this article no less than eight times just from the eight-hour personal interview recording of Yan Xishou, and the writing was carefully crafted, almost condensing his entire life's literary talent here.

Zhuo Shuqing is quite confident in the weight of this article. After all, everyone knows that Yan Xishou is likely to be the next president of the Qunxing Chamber of Commerce. Not everyone has the opportunity to interview him... Then Chen Ling is just a newcomer. What big news is compared to your own heavyweight guests?

While comforting himself, Zhuo Shuqing took the article and prepared to stand up. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the pen and changed the article to a more attractive title:

""Victors never say much" - Yan Xishou, Vice President of Qunxing Chamber of Commerce, teaches you how to make money"

Perfect!

Zhuo Shuqing confidently took this article and knocked on the office door of editor-in-chief Feng Man.

He wanted to deliver this article to the editor-in-chief's desk before Chen Ling could, so that the newcomer could know what a real journalist was.

"Please come in."

Zhuo Shuqing opened the door and saw the short-haired and lean Feng Man sitting behind the desk, busy flipping through several articles. She raised her head and glanced at the person, then lowered her head and continued working.

"Zhuo Shuqing, what's the matter?"

"Editor-in-chief, this is an article I have prepared over the past two days. Please read it."

Zhuo Shuqing handed over the article. Feng Man glanced at the title and started to read it casually, "Well...it's okay. Let's put it in tomorrow's financial section."

Zhuo Shuqing was overjoyed and thought quickly. He planned to take this opportunity to give Chen Ling some eye drops.

"Editor-in-Chief Feng, regarding the new reporter Lin Yan, I don't think he is suitable..."

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

The knock on the door interrupted Zhuo Shuqing's words.

As Feng Man said please come in, Chen Ling walked in from the door with a few articles and photos. She glanced at Zhuo Shuqing, who was also in the office, and raised her brows slightly.

"Lin Yan, what can you do?" Feng Man asked.

"Yes, I have a major first-line exclusive report here. I hope it will be published in the newspaper as soon as possible." Chen Ling handed Feng Man the article and photos in his hand.

Seeing this, Zhuo Shuqing on the side rolled his eyes silently and couldn't help but say,

"Lin Yan, the word 'big news' cannot be used in all news. If you use it casually in your article, it will only make people think that our "Aurora Daily" is a frivolous media that attracts attention..." "

Chen Ling glanced at him and said, "Then, Mr. Zhuo, what kind of news is considered important?"

Zhuo Shuqing thought about it seriously, "The only big news in Aurora City this year is the train that crashed through the gate of Aurora City, and the heretic Chen Ling who set himself on fire on the front of the train...the rest are all Not qualified."

While the two were talking, Feng Man took over the article and photos. As soon as her eyes glanced at the title, her pupils shrank violently!

boom--!

She almost jumped out of her seat.

At the same time, Chen Ling spoke unhurriedly,

"Then the Stars Chamber of Commerce was razed to the ground and no one in the chamber survived... Is this considered a big deal?"