Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

"Canonization? Who is the canonization?" Xiao Li asked inexplicably.

"The president of the Canonization Group is canonized! So you young people who are new to the industry, don't think that paparazzi only need to know the stars of the entertainment industry. Business people, especially the diamond kings like the canonization, need to understand !"

Editor Zhu looked at the camera, but pointed his hand at Xiao Li and criticized him one after another.

Xiao Li was originally not a journalist professional. He applied for a job in the Nanbei Daily as a monk. He really didn't know much about the entertainment industry and the business world.

"However, didn't it say that Luo Yangyang and Feng Heng were together before? Why is the person holding her in the airport canonized?"

Editor-in-Chief Zhu stared at the camera, and his head was full of questions, and he couldn't help but murmur softly.

Xiao Li looked at Editor Zhu's solemn and puzzled expression, and asked in a low voice: "Editor, is this big news?"

Editor Zhu raised his eyelids, his eyes brighter than the top of his bald head: "Big, of course big!"

"Luo Yangyang took advantage of the current "Fate of the Immortal", coupled with the identity of the president of the Fengsheng Fengshi Group, this is of course big news, very big! But what about it, can you send the news? ?"

"In the past few days, because of an unknown source of Luo Yangyang, what kind of turmoil has the industry turned into? Luo Yangyang's news, who dares to release it now?"

Although the news is of great value, editor Zhu's complexion is still not good.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Li and his silent companion walked out of the office in a hurry.

Xiao Li thought that he really had to leave next month.

Something he never expected, at three o'clock in the morning that night, when he was asleep, he was urged by Editor Zhu to call.

"Xiao Li! You immediately report back to the agency, and write an awesome manuscript based on Luo Yangyang's photo!"

Editor Zhu didn't care if Xiao Li was asleep or awake, as soon as he got on the phone, he hurriedly ordered.

"Luo Yangyang's news?" Xiao Li was confused, "Isn't Luo Yangyang's news not allowed to be published in the newspaper? What is she doing?"

"You care so much? Just do it if you let you do it!" Editor Zhu's voice has no room for negotiation. "In an hour, you must hand in a manuscript that satisfies me, or you will get **** tomorrow!"

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The next morning, the old house was sealed.

Father Feng has the habit of reading newspapers every day, and every newspaper in the Imperial Capital will appear on his desk every day.

The old housekeeper's surname is Li, about the same age as the old man, with a white beard and a tunic suit standing in the lower left corner of the old man.

Butler Li looked at Master Feng, who was sitting on the main seat and reading newspaper after newspaper. His hands that had been behind him were almost sweating.

If someone stands behind him, he can see a newspaper with his hands behind his back.

The words'Nanbei Daily' were vaguely visible in the newspaper, because the newspaper was curled up a little because of the hard work of Mr. Li.

After fifteen minutes of silence.

Father Feng put down the last newspaper on the desk, and then looked at the housekeeper Li: "Lao Li, why do you have so much time today? It's been here all morning."

Father Feng's voice was deep, loud and full of air, not at all like the voice of an old man.

"Master, are you joking? Didn't I stand here and wait on you?"

Butler Li's hands behind him tightened a bit, and the smile on the corners of his mouth was a little stiff.

"Is there something wrong?" Master Feng picked up the steaming teacup on the table and gently blew the tea in the cup.