The secret is matched with the boss, and the celebrity is matched with the big shot.
Although Yao Yao is not a big star, she is also well-known in the hosting industry. With her pure appearance and sweet voice, many viewers remember her, especially her appearance. Hosting entertainment programs, instead hosting news programs, makes people feel refreshed------Think about it. What is the scene of a young beauty sitting in a serious way to broadcast the news.
Someone asked. What everyone in this world loves. That's right. It's money.
Money is a good thing. Who doesn’t want to count money and get cramps in your hands?
Yao Yao is no exception. Of course, she is different from some women who make money by being mistresses. She also wants to find a rich man. But her requirements are relatively higher---- You have to be rich and handsome. It is best to be dedicated.
This requirement is not high, but ridiculously high.
Love. Love can also be bought with money---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, she still doesn’t even have a boyfriend. Oh no, she is unrequited. The object of lovesickness is Zheng Wuming.
Is Zheng Wuming rich? There is no doubt. Is Zheng Wuming handsome? Can handsome go to film idol dramas? Is Zheng Wuming dedicated? Joke. If he is not dedicated, how can Su Qingwu not give up for so many years?- ---Yao Yao really wanted to slap the table and shout. This is the man I want.
I waited for the stars and the moon. After so many years, I finally found an opportunity to get close to my crush. But I was beaten back by a blow by the Taiwanese leader.
She was very depressed and angry. After greeting all the relatives and friends of the Taiwanese leader's family in her heart, she hated Yan Murong again. The Taiwanese leader only scolded her for three minutes. However, Yan Murong was scolded by her all the way.
"Sister Yao. I'm here. Should we wait at the door or go up and look for it?" The young man carrying the camera looked at Yao Yao and asked.
"Who are you calling? Who are you calling? Is that what you call?" Yao Yao's face turned red with anger. Sister Yao. What's the fucking name of this?
"Uh------Sister Yao Yao." The young man who was photographing was also a clever figure. He quickly changed his words and thought to himself, what happened to this woman? Is it because his relatives suddenly visited her or they entered menopause early? Didn't they call me that before? Why did you get angry today?
"Wait outside." Yao Yao no longer cared about it. She snorted and said. "Didn't you see so many cars parked next to you? They are all in the same place."
Yao Yao has experience in this matter.
There are also various strange rules in the journalist industry. For example, if you first year of entering the industry, you have to follow the outside reporter to work as an assistant outside. After working for a year or two, you will have it. The opportunity to work alone. Then, work for another year or two. If you perform well, you will have the opportunity to enter the live broadcast room. This is how Yao Yao came here. So she has experience.
The eldest sister spoke up. The driver and the camera take-out assistant in the car closed their mouths and leaned quietly on the seat and closed their eyes to rest.
"It's out."
I don’t know how long I had been resting. The few people were awakened by the driver’s screams and looked out the window. Sure enough, a bus had already parked there. The doctors who had eaten and had enough rest had already started getting on the bus. They parked on the road The car doors were also opened, and a bunch of reporters carrying long spears and short cannons rushed forward.
"Mr. Yan. How many days will the free clinic be held? Do you want to tell me why you did this?"
"Mr. Yan. What do you think about your opponent?"
"Mr. Yan. I see that your team is almost all elderly doctors. How are their physical condition after working for such a long time?"
"Mr. Yan. I heard that you want to talk about the Chinese Medical Union's industrial speech. Is this true? How to distribute the equity here?"
Yan Murong and Ning Kun were the last one to give away thousands of gifts at Peng Zhenhui and invited him to have dinner in the evening. As soon as he came out, he was surrounded by a group of reporters. There were a bunch of long spears on his head. All kinds of questions followed one after another-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"What are you doing? What are you going to do? Are there any rules?" Peng Zhenhui stood up before Yan Murong could speak.
It is different from Yan Murong and Ning Kun. Now Peng Zhenhui is quite majestic and stern, and shouts to the reporter loudly. "This is not the place for you to interview. If you want to interview, you can go to the scene."
Then he waved to the security guard in the hall and forced the reporters in front of him to escort the two onto the bus.
The reporters were not disappointed. After packing up their equipment, they quickly ran back to their car and followed behind the bus.
"Yao----Sister Yao Yao. You are so amazing." The cameraman smiled flatteringly.
"Of course." Yao Yao curled her lips and smiled. Her mood improved a lot. "It's already half past two. They start at three o'clock. How could they be interviewed here? It's only after they have arrived at the scene."
"Old Tan. Keep up." Yao Yao patted the driver's shoulder and said.
"Okay."
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When Yan Murong and his group came to the square, the scene was unexpected. There was a long line around the cordon. Seeing Yan Murong and others get off the car, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted. Some people shouted Yan Murong's name. This scene made people who didn't know what to do and thought they were welcoming some big stars instead of a group of doctors.
There were more people queuing than in the morning. Fortunately, these people were queuing very consciously. There was no crowding. This made both the guards responsible for maintaining safety breathless.
"Shaokun. Give you an hour. Go and get some parasols. Contact the water station. Send a truck of mineral water to come." Yan Murong looked up at the sky. In the afternoon of autumn, the sun is still warm. Here Working for a long time in the weather can no one hold on.
"Ah. They can't drink so much in a car." Liang Shaokun asked in surprise.
"Who said we are the only one who drinks. So many people won't drink it?" Yan Murong said angrily. "Don't be in line yet. Then he will have a heatstroke."
"Okay. I'll go right away." Liang Shaokun stuck out his tongue in shame, turned around and ran outside, passing Ning Kun who was walking in.
"What are he doing in a hurry?" Ning Kun asked strangely as he looked at Liang Shaokun's back.
"Let him get the parasol and water." Yan Murong said. "There are too many people queuing. The weather is too hot. If these people queuing are heated, it will go against our original intention-- --They are queuing to see a doctor. They are not queuing to wait for the illness."
"I thought it very well." Ning Kun smiled and asked. "There are many reporters here too. I want to interview you. Do you want to accept an interview?"
"No one cares about it in the morning. In the afternoon, everyone runs over like a dog chasing a rabbit. Haha. These reporters are really interesting." Yan Murong smiled. "Since you are here, let's interview now. Don't let them interview. Who knows they will go back What will be written."
PS: Chang Ye slapped himself in the face. He came back yesterday afternoon. After dinner, he sorted two chapters. He ended up being so tired that he fell asleep while sitting at the computer desk.