"Then what if someone deliberately blackmails me, is it considered a scandal?" Ji Xinyao asked calmly.
Director Li nodded, "If you can explain it clearly in time so that the public doesn't believe it, it doesn't count. But if you can't explain it clearly and many people believe it, then it's a scandal."
This condition is actually a bit harsh for Ji Xinyao.
She knew clearly that there were countless invisible eyes staring at her from unknown corners. Ji Jingxue was in the light, and her team was in the dark. She didn't know what means they would use to harm her.
But joining the China Television Tower was a rare opportunity for her, a way to increase her nationality. She was unwilling to let it go.
"Okay, I understand. I'll do it."
"Then wait a minute, I'll have someone print out the contract. What I brought here is the contract for employees on an employment basis. If you're a special reporter, I'll get another contract."
"Thank you for your consideration."
Afterwards, Director Li chatted with Ji Xinyao for a while, including how popular today was, which he had never heard of before, how to be a reporter, what professional books she needed to read that would be helpful to her, and waited until the new contract arrived.
After signing, the two chatted briefly for a while. Seeing that the time was a little late, Director Li asked someone from the program team to send Ji Xinyao back.
After walking out of the staff dormitory, Ji Xinyao looked around unconsciously and suddenly found some light in the woods near the lake.
"No need to send me off, I can just go back by myself." Ji Xinyao said to the staff.
"But...it's so late, just in case you encounter danger."
"It doesn't matter. We are all our own people on the island, right? There will be no danger."
"What if there are poisonous insects, poisonous snakes or something..."
"Then you can't solve it, right?"
The staff member was speechless for a moment and had no choice but to nod, "Then be careful."
Ji Xinyao did not go back by the original route, but walked deeper into the woods.
By the lake, a tree house is lit with a light.
Ji Xinyao looked up. The tree house had been renovated. The area and height had been expanded a lot. It looked like it was five to six square meters, which was enough for an adult to stand up straight.
A long rope ladder hung from the platform of the tree house. Ji Xinyao climbed up with both hands, stood on the platform, and looked inside.
A refreshing smell of mosquito repellent water.
Although the room is narrow, it has all the necessary facilities.
Song Zilian was sitting in the tree house, wearing headphones, talking to someone on the computer in front of him.
"The agricultural product processing industry will be a key industry in the second half of this year. Large companies should assume certain social responsibilities, so I plan to increase the budget for this part."
Ji Xinyao knocked on the ajar door.
He didn't hear it.
So she moved over calmly and stuck her head out, only to find that the other party was still having a video conference so late.
How to hold a video conference in this environment?
Only then did Song Zilian discover Ji Xinyao's presence from the camera, and quickly used the shortcut keys to exit the video conference.
Ji Xinyao awkwardly pointed to the door, "I knocked on the door. I didn't know until today that you should have played a part in what happened, so I came here to thank you."
Originally she thought that today's matter was accomplished by a few children in her studio, but after listening to Director Li's detailed talk, she realized that the involvement behind it was so wide that it was almost equivalent to many small places endorsing her.
Without any connections and no tangible benefits, no one would help her like this.
So the real driving force behind the scenes must be Song Zilian.
"You don't need to thank me. After all, I invested a billion in you. If your reputation is ruined, I won't be able to get it back."
The Song family has a huge business, so why would they care about such a small loss?
"I've finished speaking, so I won't disturb your meeting and go back first." After Ji Xinyao finished speaking, she planned to climb down again.
"Wait a moment."
Song Zilian suddenly grabbed her hand.
"What?"
"You should also listen to it. It may be helpful for your future work."
Obviously, he already knew about the Huaguo TV station asking her to sign a contract.
Ji Xinyao didn't know whether he knew it in advance because of his powerful eyes, or whether it was because of his help.
"I can't hear your internal meetings well."
"I have the final say on what meetings, what content, and who participates."
Song Zilian uttered domineering words, but there was still a practical problem before him.
He didn't expect Ji Xinyao to come, so he just made a chair.
He wanted to sit with Ji Xinyao in his arms, but Ji Xinyao definitely didn't want to.
"Wait a minute, I'll move the table so we can sit next to the bed."
"good."
Ji Xinyao scratched her head, still feeling something was wrong, but since Song Zilian said it would be helpful to her future work, she was still willing to listen.
She has thousands of experiences and has done so many jobs, but she has never been a reporter. The person closest to reporters is the host. But when she is a host, she basically does not need to do the editing or writing of articles herself. Journalists do.
of.
The Song Consortium controls the economic artery of China, and every move it makes is closely related to the society and people's livelihood of the entire country, and even affects the future development of various industries. She can master some internal information, which will definitely be beneficial to her future work.
The two of them sat on the edge of the small bed made of bamboo. Song Zilian turned on the computer again, gave half of his headphones to Ji Xinyao, and put them on her.
"Is it hot? I'll turn on the air conditioner."
"Can the voltage here still support air conditioning?" Ji Xinyao asked in surprise.
It's obviously just a small tree house built by hand.
Song Zilian pointed to her, "Yes, yes, I haven't driven it yet, but I've had someone check the circuit, so it should be fine."
"Then let's open it. There are a lot of mosquitoes."
Although there is plenty of toilet water in the house, it cannot reduce mosquitoes flying around in front of them. As long as the temperature is controlled below 27 degrees, the activity of mosquitoes can be weakened.
Song Zilian went to close the doors and windows again, and then opened the online conference app developed by the Song Consortium.
"Ms. Ji will observe our meeting, don't worry. Everyone, continue."
The company executives on the screen who were divided into grids by the video were stunned, and then continued to report as if nothing happened.
This party was still talking about the agricultural product processing industry. After listening to it, Ji Xinyao found out that Song had reached an agreement to purchase agricultural products with dozens of villages and towns in China this afternoon. Some of them were sold online through Song's own fresh-keeping delivery chain, and others were sold online.
Part of it flows into the finishing factory and is turned into various snacks, snacks, and semi-finished products.
Indeed, only the Song family can digest such a large amount.
After the discussion, the meeting began to report on the prospects for the AI industry. After listening for an hour or two, Ji Xinyao was dumbfounded by the size of the Song family. She admired Song Zilian for being able to quickly take over such a huge Song family empire.
The temperature of the air conditioner was a bit low. Ji Xinyao endured it for a while, but couldn't help it anymore, so she covered her mouth and nose with her hands and sneezed.
"Are you okay?" Song Zilian turned to ask her.
Ji Xinyao shook her head.
"There is a blanket beside the bed, take it yourself."
It was within reach of her reach.
Ji Xinyao took the blanket, wrapped herself up, and then touched Song Zilian's hand on a whim.
"Your skin is also very cold, do you want me to share half of it with you?"