Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 92 That Paparazzo Who Always Scolds Me 3

The two news stories that came out in a row were both huge hits, and the manager was beaming with joy.

Spend the least amount of money to generate the greatest benefit.

She has kept the newspapers from the past two days, and her boss has been very satisfied with her lately.

With Song Xianyin around, her promotion is in sight.

Looking at the caller ID on his phone, the manager answered with a smile: "Hello, boss?"

Hearing what the other person said, the manager looked somewhat troubled: "Is that so? I'll ask her about it later."

Those in their line of work can't act recklessly; if they agree too easily, someone could die.

The manager wiped off his lipstick and walked out of the office somewhat guiltily.

She quietly walked up behind Song Xianyin and poured her a glass of water with a smile: "Little Song, you've been doing very well lately."

Song Xianyin took the water with some emotion: "Sister Lin, you're so kind."

Her classmates' internship salaries were only four thousand, but she got five thousand, and the manager was so caring towards her. Song Xianyin felt a warmth in her heart.

Looking at Song Xianyin's clear eyes, the manager suddenly felt a pang of guilt, but it was only for a moment.

She gently patted Song Xianyin's shoulder and said softly, "Little Song, Sister Lin doesn't want to beat around the bush with you anymore."

"Qin Zhaochuan, you know him, right? He wants your contact information, saying he wants to get to know you because of him..."

"no no no!"

Sister Lin chuckled dryly a few times: "Don't be afraid, he won't dare do anything to you, in time..."

“No no no no!”

Song Xianyin vehemently refused, saying that Qin Zhaochuan would kill her.

She didn't want Qin Zhaochuan to meet him. If he knew she had been spreading rumors about him, she couldn't imagine what would happen tomorrow.

Sister Lin tried to reason with her: "It's not actually that scary..."

Seeing Song Xianyin with her head down and red eyes, Sister Lin still couldn't bear to refuse to continue.

She sighed and patted her shoulder: "Alright, alright, Sister Lin won't make things difficult for you anymore. You can continue working."

Come to think of it, it's precisely because you don't know the person that you can write the best headline. If you did know them, you might have to give them face, and the effect would be greatly reduced.

Sister Lin left in her sky-high heels, the crisp sound of her shoes echoing through the office.

Song Xianyin was a little worried. Such a dangerous job, and the second male lead, that poor bastard, was giving her such a small commission. If you're poor, don't hire paparazzi.

She opened WeChat seriously and sent a message to the second male lead, requesting a raise.

The second male lead did not reply to the message, but only said that he would tell her his further plans after get off work and then take her out for dinner.

Song Xianyin's eyes lit up. He actually wanted to invite her to dinner. It was like the sun had risen in the west.

As soon as she got off work, she went straight to her destination, but she was still stunned when she saw the location.

"Miss Song!" A male voice came from afar.

Song Xianyin looked toward the sound and saw Ye Jun standing in front of a scallion pancake stall.

Song Xianyin remained silent for a while, then walked over quietly.

Didn't you tell me not to eat?

Ye Jun smiled and nodded: "Yes, this is delicious. What would you like to add?"

Song Xianyin choked for a moment: "I'm starving, I want to eat, let me treat you."

She wanted to eat rice.

Ye Jun frowned: "No, we can't let a girl pay. We'll just eat this."

Song Xianyin had no choice. Ye Jun was, in a sense, her employer, so since he was treating her, she decided to eat something first.

Seeing that Song Xianyin had added several meat dishes, Ye Jun felt a little embarrassed.

Song Xianyin thought the two of them would at least find a place to sit and chat, but they ended up chatting along the road and finished their scallion pancakes in no time, leaving her feeling unsatisfied.

"Isn't it nice to take a city walk once in a while, Miss Song?" Ye Jun's face was extremely gentle.

They happened to pass by a milk tea shop. Song Xianyin went inside, but Ye Jun immediately stepped aside and stood at the door, refusing to go in.

Song Xianyin looked at him with some confusion: "Aren't you going to drink?"

Taking a walk feels a bit boring.

Ye Jun's expression turned somewhat unpleasant: "I don't like drinking this kind of stuff."

"I invite you."

Ye Jun's eyes immediately filled with a smile: "Let me see what we want to drink."

Song Xianyin looked at him speechlessly; he had just said he wouldn't drink.

The two walked along the roadside while drinking milk tea. News about Qin Zhaochuan frequently came from the surrounding shops; he was arguably the most popular person in City A in recent years.

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential," Ye Jun suddenly said.

"Capitalists like Qin Zhaochuan are parasites on society and scum of the people."

He frowned deeply, looking at Song Xianyin with an expectant expression.

"Ye Jun, you have to give me a raise. You know how popular my news is." Song Xianyin ignored his nonsensical words, her face serious.

Ye Jun sighed: "Miss Song, when we're out having fun, let's not always talk about these unpleasant topics, okay?"

"Next, I need you to do something for me. If you succeed, I'll give you an extra five hundred yuan..."

There were many young couples on the street, and some children would specifically target male and female partners selling roses, but none of these children succeeded in selling roses to Ye Jun.

The children pleaded until they were hoarse, but Ye Jun remained unmoved. After a long while, the children's faces were full of disappointment; this was probably their first Waterloo.

After Song Xianyin returned home, she received a message from Ye Jun: "Miss Song, your scallion pancake cost 12 yuan."

Song Xianyin choked up as she looked at the message. She typed rapidly: 【Your cup was 22.】

Ye Jun replied quickly: "Didn't you treat me to that drink?"

Didn't you treat me to that scallion pancake?

Ye Jun replied even faster: 【No!】

Never mind, Song Xianyin sent him the 12 yuan.

The Qin family.

Several paparazzi carrying cameras hid in different places: one in the bushes, one in a tree, and another in a corner of the coffee shop across the street.

With so many headlines from other newspapers, they have to work hard too.

As soon as Qin Zhaochuan stepped out of the building, paparazzi in the trees started snapping photos, and then the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Qin Zhaochuan's face darkened: "Drag them down."

Looking at the three timid paparazzi in front of him, Qin Zhaochuan snorted coldly.

He opened a camera and began examining the photos inside. The more he looked, the worse his expression became: "Who took these?"

A paparazzo raised his hand, trembling.

Qin Zhaochuan's face was frighteningly cold: "You call this paparazzi? Even dogs take better pictures than you."

"Which newspaper are you from? Is this the level of your newspaper? The filming is as bad as crap."

He was quite impressed with the photographer who could capture such a handsome person's appearance so well.

The bodyguard next to him clenched his fist, and the paparazzi squatted down in fear, crying softly.

The bodyguard took the camera, pulled out the memory card, and then stomped on it until it was a complete mess.

After checking that there were no photos of Qin Zhaochuan in the camera, he returned the camera to the paparazzi.