Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Listening to the buzzing discussion, Zhang Xiaoli felt herself getting excited. Although she had a negative attitude towards Liao Anru's tax evasion before she came, at this moment, she felt infinitely happy.

The bills from 1998 and 1999 slowly appeared on the screen.

In 1998, her income was close to 10 million, but Liao Anru spent less than 1 million on herself and donated close to 9 million.

In 1999, Liao Anru's donation exceeded 1,500. Although these donations were shocking, the donation receipts cleared all doubts.

No one spoke anymore, no one asked questions, everyone looked at the flashing bills and took photos of the ever-changing pictures.

Zhang Xiaoli, on the other hand, quietly looked at Liao Anru who was sitting on the podium. Although she was not crying at this time, Zhang Xiaoli could still feel that this girl, who was about the same age as herself, was depressed from a short distance away.

She cried!

At this moment, she quickly pressed the shutter. She wanted to remember this scene forever.

"Ms. Liao originally didn't want people to know about these donations, but now someone is using 100,000 yuan in taxes to insult Ms. Liao's character. I feel that if I don't say it out, it will be a blasphemy against conscience, justice, and love.

Therefore, I convinced Miss Liao to announce everything truthfully..."

Who makes the goddess cry?

Although she didn't say it, we still have to use my eyes to question who made our goddess cry sadly! She has a kind and beautiful heart and is full of friendship for this society, but she has been hurt again and again.

, who is it? Make our goddess cry!

A person who can donate most of her acting career, will she evade taxes for less than 100,000 yuan in taxes for a performance? I believe that anyone who is not a fool can answer this question for you!

But there are some people who, instead of praising beauty, use their actions to make the beauty that warms our hearts wither and wither in these actions!

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I asked, who is it? No one answered me. But I believe that justice will always be in the world, and she will not let our goddess cry like this!

It was originally published in an entertainment publication, but the writing style was like a short poem, and it swept all kinds of public opinions in just one day.

Who makes the goddess cry!

This article, which looks like a poem but is not a poem, made Zhang Xiaoli, an ordinary young reporter, famous in one fell swoop. However, the impact of this article was like a whirlwind, impacting the hearts of too many people.

Who made the goddess cry! A forum with this name had hundreds of thousands of replies and millions of clicks on the day it emerged.

A Liao Anru fan club was established on this forum, followed by a legal support club.

Never let the goddess cry!

This is the slogan of this fan club, and it is also their action! Many celebrities in the entertainment industry stood up one after another and strongly condemned those who made the goddess cry. There were countless calls from the audience to the newspaper office,

As the saying goes, the number of phone calls is almost overwhelming

, most people praised the program "Entertainment Unlimited" for being well-run, not afraid of power, and daring to uphold justice for Liao Anru! More people asked the newspaper to convey their demands to the government and the court: strongly demanding that the person who broke into other people's rooms be shot

A criminal who intends to commit rape!

What kind of crap is this? Just because you have some bad money, you want to take possession of a woman when you fall in love with her? It’s outrageous! Do you think this is the same as buying vegetables at the wet market? Throw it out

You can put money in people's pockets? People who ignore the law will not be angry if they don't kill them!

Some people also made strong demands, saying, "Didn't this guy fall down from a building and fall?"

The shackles of the condemned prisoners are all wrapped with a layer of cloth.

I'm afraid that the hard iron will be stuck in the flesh all day long and the skin on my feet will be worn out. Please tell the government that this guy is not allowed to wear cloth on his feet! Just let his feet be worn out and it will hurt him to death.

That bitch with a bad face, otherwise it would be too easy to kill him with just one shot!

There was also a phone call that was similar to a dirty joke. He said that he wanted to give the criminal suspect a poem as his deathbed message. The main idea was that if the picture was comfortable for a while, the second child would kill the boss...

All the serious and not-so-serious phone calls were asking the suspect to die, or thinking that he should die. The emotions were so intense that the media reporters who started it all believed that this news selling point was too hot.

It's so hot it's scalding to death.

Soon, the ward where Cao Yuan was staying was leaked out for some reason. From then on, the hospital began to have bad luck. For some reason, a lump of mud would be thrown in through the crack of the door, which happened to hit him.

Cao Yuan was on the bed. Although the hospital staff were very conscientious and came to change Cao Yuan's dressing on time every day, their eyes under the big masks were so cold that there was no warmth at all.

Compared with domestic reports, Hongkong Entertainment appears to be more bold. Although they did not name the Cao family, in fact anyone with some common sense would know who they are talking about at a glance.

However, the most miserable person in this violent storm was Chief Prosecutor Lei Xiaowu. After accepting a news interview, he sneaked back to Cambrian City with his people.

***, those reporters spoke like knives. Although his evidence was pretty good, under the scrutiny of too many reporters, he was still left speechless and dumbfounded. And in order to cover up this, he was asking

After Prosecutor Li made his report, he hurriedly returned to Cambrian City by car.

"I'm back." Lei Xiaowu, who got off a long-distance bus, let out a long breath. Looking at the people passing by him on the familiar street, Lei Xiaowu felt very strange.

happiness.

One of our own!

"Lei Jian, we must have a good meal this time." A young man walking with Lei Xiaowu looked at Lei Xiaowu's expression and suggested softly.

Lei Xiaowu knew how these brothers felt about using oneself to save others. He waved his hand and said with great courage: "This is necessary."

"Then shall we go home first or go to the work first?" Another young man asked Lei Xiaowu softly.

Lei Xiaowu pondered for a moment, and his experience of escaping while being chased and intercepted by reporters flashed through his mind, and he immediately said: "Let's go back to our homes first. After I report to Prosecutor General Li, we will make the next step."

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"Lei Jian, should we still investigate this matter?" A young man with a look of resentment on his face asked Lei Xiaowu angrily.

Lei Xiaowu also said angrily: "What are you investigating? Go back and ask Liu Laosan and the others to tell the truth and blame them for this matter."

The few people who followed Lei Xiaowu were all sensible people. After hearing what Lei Xiaowu said, they knew that this matter was basically over. From their point of view, they also did not want this matter to continue. One

It's out of my own conscience, but the other one is the supervision of those reporters, which is really annoying.

"Let's go, let's have a meal first and then talk."

As Lei Xiaowu spoke, he took out his phone and dialed: "Hey, is this Mr. Li? You can't even hear my voice. I'm Lao Lei."

Lei Xiaowu was a little unhappy when he reported his name, but Mr. Li was indeed not an ordinary person. After hearing that it was Lei Xiaowu, he smiled and said: "Lei Jian, it's you. It's only been two days since we last met."

When I was having dinner with you, I didn't expect that your voice would become so charming. I thought it was that celebrity calling me just now."

"Fuck you, prepare a table of good food for us. Brothers are tired from going out with me. Let's have a meal first." Although Lei Xiaowu knew that this person was fooling him, he still liked to hear such small talk.

What's more, he has suffered a lot from reporters, and this is the time when he needs to be comforted.

After hanging up the phone, he said to the subordinates who were following him: "Let's go to the Deep Blue Palace, let's enjoy it."

When several subordinates heard this, they immediately felt like a cat seeing a mouse, and their eyes lit up.

"Hello Lei Jian, I am Wu Xiaoning, a reporter from Xinyang Morning News. I would like to ask you what evidence you rely on to prove..."

Looking at the young woman wearing glasses and holding a huge microphone in her hand, Lei Xiaowu suddenly had the urge to run, but when he turned his head and looked around, he found that he could not run. Several bodies

Tough big men, all holding microphones with various station logos printed on them, were attacking him.

"Lei Jian, weren't they all female reporters in the past? Why now..." The young man following Lei Xiaowu asked Lei Xiaowu with his body trembling slightly.

Lei Xiaowu had no time to answer this question at this time. He straightened his collar and walked towards Wu Xiaoning.

The wind is blowing, but there is no Yi Shui, so even though it is Cambrian City, it still cannot bring out the tragedy of Inspector Lei...

Wang Zijun has been paying attention to Liao Anru's situation. When countless public opinions were swept up by Liao Anru again, he knew that Liao Anru was safe. But when these public opinions took off, Wang Zijun also lost the opportunity to contact Liao Anru. Since ancient times, Wang Zijun has been paying attention to Liao Anru's situation.

Beauty is such a disaster. As a person involved in officialdom

People like this cannot be grabbed by the tail. It’s okay if nothing happens, but once something happens, there will be endless troubles. Not only will your career be blocked, but your boss will probably point their finger at you and curse you: *

How can someone who can't control even * sit in command and dominate one side? Don't even think about it!

"Dudududu"

The phone rang. Wang Zijun looked at the red confidential phone, pondered for a moment and picked up the phone.

"Hello, Secretary Wang, I am Cao Lushun. Is it convenient for you to speak now?" A calm voice came from the other side of the phone. Although the voice was unfamiliar, the name was not unfamiliar to Wang Zijun.!~!

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