"Cousin, don't you think there's something fishy going on here?" Qiao Muting only believed what he saw and heard. This woman must have used some kind of trick on them.
"If I remember correctly, she only graduated from junior high school. How can someone who only graduated from junior high school create these professional rehabilitation plans?"
They also know to replenish fluids and protein after training?
Can you also make cabinets?
Don't you think this woman is pretty strange? She's trying to please you!
The goal is to gain your trust, and the trust of those around you...
The more he talked, the more he felt that this woman was a spy.
Yes, maybe!
Gu Hanchuan is, after all, one of the few geomagnetic storm experts in the country, so approaching him as his fiancée is a natural progression. Once she gains his trust, it will be easier to extract intelligence from him in the future.
This is terrifying to think about!
The more Qiao Muting thought about it, the more he felt that everything made sense.
“Cousin, I don’t think this woman’s identity is simple. She’s approaching you with ulterior motives. At the very least, she’s after you for personal gain.”
"Why are you still calling yourself Qian Lai! Qian Lai, Qian Lai, you're here for money! The answer is right there in the riddle, they're playing their cards right now, my brother. You really need to be careful."
“Mu Ting, Qian Lai is really not a greedy person. I give her all my salary, and she manages it perfectly. I trust her.”
Well!
It’s over!
He arrived too late!
Qiao Muting was in extreme pain, as if no one in the world knew that the beautiful woman in front of him was the "White Bone Demon," and only he could see it.
At this point, even if he desperately tried to tell everyone the truth, it would probably be in vain. He might even be met with misunderstanding.
Since that's the case, he has to find a way to tear off this "ugly woman's" disguise and let the truth come to light.
On the other side, Qian Lai, whom she regarded as a "white-collar demon," entrusted the hot spring to Lan Shuangqin before boarding the bus to the city with peace of mind.
Because of this little incident, she arrived a full hour and a half late.
"The New City Daily, this is it."
Qian Lai stepped into the hall.
Three days ago, she called Hua Rui to ask if she had any connections to find manufacturers of non-woven fabrics and plastic films.
The diapers currently used for Gu Hanchuan were all taken from her spatial dimension. She wanted to find usable materials locally, perhaps to mass-produce them.
Finding a supplier would prevent Gu Hanchuan from becoming suspicious. Besides, according to her observations, the demand for diapers and incontinence pads in the retirement home should be quite high.
Unexpectedly, after I mentioned it to Hua Rui over the phone, she readily agreed to help with the search, and news came in just two or three days.
As soon as Qian Lai followed the receptionist up to the floor where Hua Rui was, he heard loud cursing and the sound of things being smashed inside.
"How could this 'Guava' teacher do this? The deadline for typesetting is approaching, and he says he's withdrawing the manuscript! Isn't this just leaving us with a blank page?"
"Could it be that he's giving us a hard time because we didn't agree to give him the jackpot?"
"The competition has only just begun. Why should he give it to him just because he says it's pre-selected?"
"From what I can see, he is indeed very capable. But if he truly is capable, what is there for him to worry about?"
"Hua Rui, weren't you two getting along really well? How did this happen?"
Upon hearing that the matter concerned Hua Rui, Qian Lai quickly moved closer.
Hua Rui, who was always smiling, stood timidly in the office with a dejected look on her face. She explained in a tearful voice to a woman with an extremely cold expression, "Editor-in-chief, I swear, he said he understood and even gave me the new manuscript. I never expected that he would go back on his word when it came to actually writing it."
"So what do we do now?"
"Currently, it's very difficult for any of the articles in this issue to pass Professor Jiang's review. Only the new article for 'Guava' has been approved. So, there are no... no drafts in reserve..."
"Smack!" The female editor slammed a stack of manuscript papers down in front of Hua Rui, almost hitting her face. Hua Rui was so frightened that she curled up into a ball.
"It's just an essay. Is there not a single young person in our new city who can write a decent essay? Comrade Hua Rui, you've just transitioned from reporter to editor, and this is your work attitude?" The editor-in-chief raised his wrist to check his watch and ordered sternly, "There are still two hours until the typesetting is finished. You'd better find a replacement manuscript as soon as possible. If that's not possible, ask 'Guava' for help. In short, I don't want to see a blank page."
Qian Lai's heart sank; he realized he had come at the worst possible time.
Now, should we go in or leave?
Just as he was hesitating, Hua Rui caught him red-handed.
“I heard everything just now. We’re short of articles, but with so many writers among you, who can’t write one? Why do you all seem so anxious?”
The flower stamen droops its lips, as if it wants to cry but has no tears.
"You don't know, but the municipal government and the newspaper have jointly organized an essay competition, the purpose and theme of which are to praise the construction of our new city. This column was added to publish the entries."
The authors whose works are shortlisted will go to the city to meet with leaders and be interviewed by reporters.
If one's own people are shortlisted, it will inevitably raise suspicions from the public that the event was rigged.
Therefore, to avoid any appearance of impropriety, the newspaper leadership stipulated from the outset that internal staff could not participate.
"Is there really not a single usable paper?" Qian Lai asked.
“We have a Mr. Jiang in our publishing house. He is in charge of reviewing manuscripts before they are published. Apart from that new manuscript about 'guava,' none of them have been able to pass his scrutiny. If he doesn't approve it, it simply won't be published.”
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