Chapter 235: What kind of bird are you

When the fat man heard this, he jumped up, he took a look at the phone, and he was dumbfounded.
Hot search first: national husband Huang Cong was kicked off at dinner
The second hot search: Huang Shao’s birthday, the paparazzi sneaked in and was beaten up
The third hot search: Huang Cong's birthday dinner, son of a wealthy businessman, surprised the underworld
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Click to open it again. This picture happened to be the photos of the paparazzi being carried out by the bodyguards. Some were taken by the fat guys, others were reprinted, and some were taken by the guests at the scene. The pictures were chaotic, but the real value.
"Gao Leng, you, this, this, this hot search are all negative." Huang Cong saw him and was anxious.
"What about the negative side compared to the photos they took?" Gao Leng pointed to the paparazzi.
"This..." Huang Cong was speechless. Indeed, the negative of this group of unscrupulous paparazzi has long been squeezed out of the hot search.
"We have an agreement. How do I do it? You don't intervene. Within an hour, I will guarantee that the public opinion will improve." After Gao Leng calmly explained, he got up and picked up the camera and entered the infield, waving at the fat man as he walked. He waved his hand: "Call President Lin quickly and notify other reporters to come and support. Tomorrow we will have an exclusive interview with at least a dozen big bosses. I can't be too busy."
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On the ring road, General Manager Lin of Xingsheng Magazine held the steering wheel and the car drove fast.
"Uh..." He made a very comfortable voice slightly, the accelerator slowed down, and the whole exterior scene of the Bird's Nest was greeted by the eye. The light was bright, and one of his hands reached down and grabbed the woman's long hair. .
The throttle was loosened and the speed slowed down.
His voice became denser, but after just ten seconds, he recovered his calm.
A girl who looked less than twenty had a blushing face removed from his crotch, swallowed hard, took out a tissue from her bag and wiped it, then looked at President Lin pleasedly. President Lin pointed to the bottom, and she quickly helped him clean up and zip up.
At a glance, he was still a student.
"Brother, interview... When do you think you can give it to me? This play is about to pick a role... I only need a small interview of 400 words, may I... can this week?" Anxiously, President Lin frowned just now, frowning his brows.
Obviously, it is out of time for President Lin to propose a deal just after the work.
Seeing his brows frowned again, the girl was at a loss for a while. She lowered her head and looked at her fingers and looked at him again. After holding back for a long time, she seemed to have made a decision and took out a card from her bag. , Held hands and handed it respectfully.
President Lin took it over and saw that it was the room card of a certain hotel.
The frowning brows loosened, he smiled, glanced at the girl out of the corner, hit the steering wheel, and drove towards the hotel: "Very familiar, yes, I will give you an interview this week."
The girl's heart finally settled, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Ding Ding Ding, Mr. Lin’s cell phone rang, and the girl quickly took the Bluetooth headset on the side and put it on him, and after receiving it, the network manager’s very anxious voice came: "Mr. Lin, it’s amazing! Gao! Leng Na Weibo posted more than a dozen secret photos of Huang Cong's dinner. Zhang Zhang is negative, and now he has dominated the hot searches! Look it!"
Upon hearing this, President Lin suddenly stopped the car to the side of the road.
Mr. Lin lowered his head and refreshed the page with his mobile phone. There were more than a dozen photos of Huang Cong who had been carried by the bodyguard at the dinner party. They were just photos without text, just an ellipsis.
Looking at the hot search again, the first eight are all similar photos from Huang Cong's dinner, and other people's essays are full of imagination, saying everything, of course, none of them are good.
"Fuck." Lin cursed: "Who is not good to explode? The richest man's boy, isn't this ruining my future?! Fuck!"
As soon as he finished cursing, Gao Leng posted another Weibo.
I saw the camera dim, Huang Cong hugged the waist of a woman next to him, behaving intimately, and the caption read: Huang Cong Xinhuan, the husband of the country.
There were already a bunch of netizens. As soon as this second revelation was released, there were thousands of clicks and thousands of comments.
The birthday party of the richest man’s son was secretly photographed and broadcast live, which satisfied everyone’s prying psychology. Some triumphantly laughed at Huang Cong who couldn't even guard against a paparazzi, and some drooled and admired Huang Cong who wanted wind and rain or rain, and more, they were onlookers, watching what the rich second generation birthday dinner was like.
The number of followers of Gao Leng's Weibo has increased.
"Weird, Huang Cong's birthday dinner, how did he bring the sneak camera in?" It's the old way, and President Lin can see at a glance that some of the photos were taken by the sneak camera, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Maybe Huang Cong's security is too bad. After all, he just exposed a few people who were carried out by security guards. They must be colleagues, Lin thought.
"Isn't this a nonsense! This is over, offend this big guy, how will labor and capital get mixed up in the future!" Lin always cursed, just about to call Gao Leng.
The fat man's call turned upside down, and he answered: "Uncle, tell you something, Gao Leng is filming Huang Cong's case, we can't be busy tomorrow, we need to send more..."
Before Fatty's words were finished, President Lin yelled, "Fatty, don't think you can get a little bit close to me, so you can get uncles and uncles short, no sense!"
After a few seconds, the fat man subconsciously said, "Lin and President Lin, we need support here. We won Huang Cong's birthday broadcast..."
"Live your grandma's legs!" Lin directly swears, "Stop filming immediately! The kid with the surname Gao will call back immediately. If you guys still want to work in Xingsheng, you can go back to the magazine to write a review now!"
After speaking, President Lin clasped his phone angrily and took out the cigarette from his pants pocket. The girl beside him was obviously a little scared, and tremblingly took out the lighter and lit him.
After a minute or two, the phone rang, and it looked cold.
"Gao Leng, you are a broken paparazzi and still consider yourself as a person? Just send it to me without reporting such a big case. Let me tell you, you use your private Weibo, and any of your actions are similar to Xingsheng, It has nothing to do with me!" As soon as Mr. Lin answered the phone, before Gao Leng spoke, he snapped a long list.
Shouting like grandson.
"Mr. Lin, I can use my private Weibo to publish news, and I don’t need to pass the review. This is the permission of Mr. Lu to post." Gao Leng’s voice is completely different from Lin’s, slowly and calmly: "Moreover, I won. Huang Cong’s birthday live broadcast rights, please contact President Lin as soon as possible. I think this should be the biggest case this year. Tomorrow I need a team of at least five reporters and foreign aid from at least eight other TV stations for in-depth interviews. , The guest interviewed..."
When Mr. Lin heard this, he sneered and interrupted his report: "You have won the live broadcast right? Who are you? I tell you Gao Leng, if you can find Mr. Lu as a backer, I can find someone to take you down. Now, don’t think it’s great that you can take a few cases. Mr. Lu is on vacation in Africa. He is not there. I think you can fly to the sky?! What kind of bird do you think you are?!"
No wonder Mr. Lu couldn't get in touch, because he went on vacation.