He looked at Wang Shiren hesitantly, wondering what this had to do with him. Wasn't Jiang Ziyan the one who held the police ticket? Jiang Ziyan took him to the Public Security Bureau and said she would give him the ticket, but

He had already told her very clearly that he, Bei Xiaomo, did not want any excuses.

"You're not too old to be blind." Wang Shiren snorted angrily and asked sharply, "Tell yourself, why didn't we catch such a big news?"

"Report to Mr. Wang, the police are not my concern. Why this news was missed, I don't think I can explain." Bei Xiaomo glanced at Jiang Ziyan, only to find that she was looking at him coldly.

"Mr. Wang, I handed over the police report to Bei Xiaomo on the first day he entered the newspaper office." Jiang Ziyan glared at Bei Xiaomo, then turned to Wang Shiren and said, "But he has never been in working order. Every day

I think he missed this big news this time and is no longer suitable to work in the newspaper. I suggest he be fired."

Bei Xiaomo was stunned when he heard what Jiang Ziyan said. Jiang Ziyan, Jiang Ziyan, do you hate me so much? I didn't offend you, right? You should be the one who offended me, give up.

After six years of love, I turned around and fell into the arms of another man.

Finally, he figured out that it was because he had hindered her financial path and because he refused to cooperate with Doug's company that she lost an opportunity to earn one million US dollars in agency fees.

Not only Bei Xiaomo was stunned, but everyone present was shocked by Jiang Ziyan's words.

According to newspaper regulations, journalists who omit important articles will indeed be punished, but they will not be fired. Moreover, no one can prove whether the police report was handed over to Bei Xiaomo. It was entirely based on Jiang Ziyan's words.

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In the meeting just now, Wang Shiren had just scolded Jiang Ziyan, but Jiang Ziyan immediately used this excuse to completely exonerate herself, and at the same time took the opportunity to shift the responsibility to Bei Xiaomo.

"Mr. Wang, leaders, it doesn't matter to me personally whether I should be fired or not, but I cannot agree with Director Jiang's slander." Bei Xiaomo, such a strange person, quickly adjusted his emotions and said slowly: "Everyone

You should be able to see my work achievements. As for whether my achievements were achieved with her help as my department director said, I think the beholder has a different opinion."

One sentence immediately knocked Jiang Ziyan to pieces. Everyone knew very well that Jiang Ziyan had the lowest academic qualifications among the middle-level cadres of this newspaper, and her status in the newspaper completely depended on her husband's political status.

As for her professional ability, everyone knows that the articles she publishes are specially customized for her by the correspondents of various departments. Of course, this is the result of the head of each government department greeting the people responsible for publicity work below. Everything

All to flatter Liu Feifei.

When Jiang Ziyan heard this, she couldn't hide her face immediately and jumped up, "Bei Xiaomo, who doesn't know how many pounds you have? What can you, a country bumpkin, do?"

The image of a snobbish shrew suddenly emerged. Bei Xiaomo shook his head in pain, looked at her heartbrokenly, and sighed, "You..."

He is now very glad that he did not marry this woman, otherwise he would be haunted by a nightmare for the rest of his life.

Jiang Ziyan did not want to give up, and said to Mr. Wang: "Mr. Wang, I think you have seen how irresponsible this Bei Xiaomo is. How can such a person stay in the newspaper? His existence will only

It will cause us trouble and destroy the harmonious relationship among colleagues in the newspaper office."

Wang Shiren looked at Bei Xiaomo thoughtfully with a gloomy face.

Bei Xiaomo thought to himself, grandma, I won’t do it anymore, but you are such a bad bitch, I have to make you look stupid. So, he pointed at Jiang Ziyan and said word by word: "How many do I have?"

Maybe you don't know how many pounds, but I think you should know how many pounds of my semen flowed on your body, right?"

Everyone burst into laughter. Jiang Ziyan didn't expect Bei Xiaomo to say such a thing when he came back. She couldn't think of words to respond and stared at him angrily with her face flushed.

"That's enough!" When Wang Shiren heard Bei Xiaomo's words, he immediately understood the hidden meaning. He slapped the table again and shouted, "Now is not the time to quarrel. Now we have to find a way to restore the influence of our newspaper."

Although Bei Xiaomo was heartbroken to see through the true face of his former lover, he was not willing to leave the newspaper office like this. This would not only make his father despise him, but also go against his principles as a person.

A man can die with his neck straight, but he must not rot in a coward.

"Mr. Wang, I have a way." Bei Xiaomo nodded to Mr. Wang.

Wang Shiren looked at Bei Xiaomo, tried his best to hold back his anger, and asked him, "Tell me what you can do."

"I'm afraid that if people talk too much and spread the word, it will cause serious problems." Bei Xiaomo was obviously talking to Mr. Wang, but his eyes were fixed on Jiang Ziyan.

Wang Shiren couldn't think of anything and announced the meeting on the spot, "Mr. Chen and Bei Xiaomo will stay, and the others can go back."

Seeing everyone leaving the office, Wang Shiren couldn't help but ask Bei Xiaomo, "What's going on between you and Jiang Ziyan?"

Bei Xiaomo shook his head, "It doesn't matter."

Afraid that he would ask further questions, he changed the topic and said, "I have an idea."

Bei Xiaomo explained his idea. After speaking, he found that both Wang Shi and Chen Yiqiang were staring at him as if they were archaeologists.

"Two bosses?" Bei Xiaomo was stared at in horror, and he greeted cautiously.

"Okay!" Wang Shi and Chen Yiqiang said in unison, and they used the same move to overwhelm Bei Xiaomo. Their palms fell heavily on Bei Xiaomo's shoulders, "Kill him!"

"You are just writing the manuscript in Mr. Wang's office. I want to see if you are really capable." What Chen Yiqiang said was clear to both Mr. Wang and Bei Xiaomo.

Because Chen Yiqiang once nominated Bei Xiaomo for promotion, but gave up due to Jiang Ziyan's opposition. He and Wang Shiren both wanted to see whether Bei Xiaomo's powerful manuscripts were written by himself, or as Jiang Ziyan said, she and the editor

Modified.

Half an hour later, Bei Xiaomo completed a manuscript of 1,500 words in one go.

Wang Shiren motioned to Chen Yiqiang to read the manuscript.

Chen Yiqiang moved his butt from the sofa to the computer and looked at it word for word very seriously. Wang Shiren sat smoking and looked at Chen Yiqiang and then at Bei Xiaomo suspiciously.

Bei Xiaomo felt confident, so he took out a pack of soft Chinese medicine from his pocket, took out one and lit it, feeling that Wang Shiren was staring at him.

"Oh, Mr. Wang, please smoke this." Bei Xiaomo took out another one and handed it to Mr. Wang.

Wang Shiren took the cigarette and looked at it, then glanced at the Furong King that he smoked every day. He blinked and said, "You are quite rich. Are you smoking Chinese?"

Bei Xiaomo shrugged and said jokingly, "I bought this with my own money. The salary the newspaper gave me was not even enough."
Chapter completed!