Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 103 That Paparazzo Who Always Scolds Me 14

Song Xianyin thought she would never see Ye Jun again, but unexpectedly she saw him again at a dinner party.

He was a new intern who kept hunching over as he toasted the other leaders.

Everyone was exchanging polite words, but the public opinion surrounding the Xicheng incident had been too great, and they needed to quell the public anger first.

The assistant glanced warningly at the reporters in the corner: "I believe you are all smart people, and you all know what to film."

What journalists, what journalism studies? When they don't need these journalists, they can post whatever they want online, but now it's a special time, and they need to be given a warning.

Song Xianyin hates these kinds of dinner party shoots with too much old-fashioned content the most. These people have a lot of problems, always wanting to change this or that, which is really troublesome.

There were more photographers in the room than people at the dining table, and everyone looked serious, as if they were doing something very important.

As the people at the dinner table were talking, they suddenly made eye contact with Song Xianyin, who was sitting in the corner.

He chuckled and said, "What, there's another girl here? Are girls reporters too? Or are you here to have some fun?"

The others at the table chuckled knowingly.

Song Xianyin didn't say anything, staring at the camera silently as her own background.

Ye Jun had noticed Song Xianyin long ago. Seeing that she didn't respond, he was afraid that his boss would be angry, so he spoke up: "Song Xianyin, President Pei is talking to you."

Ye Jun, who had been so timid just moments before, suddenly became imposing when facing Song Xianyin.

President Pei looked at Ye Jun with some curiosity: "This is... someone you know?"

Ye Jun bent down and laughed, "A friend of mine, I told her to quit this line of work, but she wouldn't listen."

President Pei said while drinking, "Since you're Xiao Ye's friend, why don't you sit down and have a meal together?"

"Such a big camera, your hands must have hurt from holding it up."

His gaze remained fixed on Song Xianyin, who pretended not to hear him and didn't respond at all.

The atmosphere froze instantly. Ye Jun felt embarrassed; why did Song Xianyin always make him lose face?

He walked towards Song Xianyin: "You're causing trouble again..."

"Smack—" Song Xianyin picked up another camera and slammed it directly into his face.

Ye Jun's head was ringing from the pain. Song Xianyin frowned and looked at him: "Who are you? Don't disturb my work."

Seeing Song Xianyin's aggressive demeanor, Ye Jun immediately became obedient and stopped constantly mentioning her.

Before long, Pei Laodeng brought up the topic of Song Xianyin again.

"We don't have any beautiful ladies with us today, so why don't you join us for a few drinks, beautiful lady?"

Song Xianyin couldn't take it anymore, and her colleague next to her kept pulling her hand, trying to calm her down.

The people in this private room today are all wealthy and powerful; if you offend them, they will definitely suffer.

Song Xianyin put the camera in her bag and then hung it on her body.

As Song Xianyin walked towards them, Pei Laodeng's smile grew wider and wider. Wasn't she quite obedient?

Song Xianyin picked up a bottle of wine directly. Ye Jun thought she wanted to drink it straight from the bottle, so he joked with her affectionately, "Little Song, you should drink this from a wine glass."

Song Xianyin ignored him and walked directly to Pei Laodeng. Laodeng raised an eyebrow, as if he really wanted to make a joke.

With a cold face, Song Xianyin grabbed his sparse hair and shoved the wine bottle into his mouth.

"Aren't I here to drink with you? Drink up!"

Pei Laodeng struggled desperately, but in Song Xianyin's eyes, he was just a fat pig struggling, his flesh dangling everywhere.

She's someone who carries heavy loads every day, so her physical strength is more than enough for that kind of person.

After finishing one bottle after another, Pei Laodeng's face began to turn pale.

When others tried to stop her, Song Xianyin smashed the bottle in front of them, and the man sat down again, trembling.

What a crazy woman.

Seeing that Pei Laodeng was about to die, Song Xianyin released him.

Ye Jun had a bad feeling, and the next second he was pressed down on the table by Song Xianyin.

"Help me open the bottle." Song Xianyin wiped the sweat from her forehead and handed the bottle to the person next to her.

The person next to him was startled and quickly opened it for him.

Meanwhile, rescue efforts were underway, and Song Xianyin forcefully grabbed Ye Jun's head and slammed it onto the table.

"Who's your little sister Song? Call me big sister, did you hear me?"

She had disliked Ye Jun for a long time. Did he really think he could ruin the reputation of the benefactor who gave her ten million?

She would never let Qin Zhaochuan fall into such a situation; Qin Zhaochuan is the most generous person in the world!

She took so many photos of Ye Jun, but he gave her less than a fraction of what Qin Zhaochuan gave her. What a stingy and vicious idiot.

My colleague huddled in a corner, trembling. What an audacious woman! Forcing him to drink and then hitting him on the head. I wonder if their newspaper is going to go under tomorrow.

After reprimanding Ye Jun, Song Xianyin returned to the newspaper office. Her adrenaline had surged, causing her to lose her temper.

In other words, she's a little scared now.

She was afraid that the man surnamed Pei would cause her trouble, and she was also afraid that it would implicate the newspaper, so she rushed to write an article overnight.

Because of its previous clickbait headlines, Zhenzhi Daily gained a lot of followers and its commercial value increased significantly.

The news report was full of accusations, presented with reason and evidence, and delivered with great emotion. Although the person's name was not directly mentioned, it was mentioned throughout the entire article.

The news broke immediately the next morning.

Netizens' speed in gathering gossip is always astonishing. They quickly found out everyone who attended last night's dinner and, based on the clues, soon located the person mentioned in the article.

Although journalists and journalism have a bad reputation now, they can be very useful in critical moments.

The manager entered the company with a radiant face. She looked at Song Xianyin sitting at her workstation and kindly placed breakfast on her desk.

"Keep it up, Xiao Song!"

She woke up to find two headlines popping up, and this period was the happiest time of her life. What does it matter to them if they have connections or not? All they care about is traffic.

Moreover, as long as the traffic is large enough, she doesn't believe that the guy surnamed Pei can do anything to their newspaper.

Even if he treats them badly in the future, they can become social media creators and forever tarnish his name on the pillar of shame.

She even had a title ready: 【Why are there no good news stories anymore?】

[Pei is obstructing the development of domestic journalism and is suspected of being a spy.]

Those old folks love to label people, so let's put a label on him first.

The people in the office, watching the numbers keep rising, wondered if they should attend any dinners with Pei Laodeng next time.

The data this time is amazing, reaching unprecedented heights. Traffic means money. With just one move from Song Xianyin, they can live off her for half a month.

Their newspaper's new-era God of Wealth.