Chapter 117: This way, the cost-effectiveness is even higher.
Chapter 117: This way, the cost-effectiveness is even higher.
Wen Jin never expected that an interview would last until late at night.
Xiao Yin complained the whole way, "I really don't understand. We are reporters, not paparazzi. It's one thing for the interviewees to be arrogant, but their company's employees also look down on us."
In the short year since she graduated from university, she has witnessed too much of the coldness and indifference of the world.
Sexual harassment, broken contracts at any time, waiting until your body is stiff in the snowy night, and countless grievances.
Those glamorous business tycoons and nouveau riche all have their own quirks and vices.
They don't treat journalists like human beings, and they enjoy being admired at all times. When doing any financial reporting, in addition to ensuring professionalism, they also have to learn to be humble and insincere.
Physical exhaustion is nothing compared to the mental anxieties and high pressure that can break the camel's back at any moment.
Xiao Yin couldn't help but break down.
But when I looked at Wen Jinye's calm demeanor, I couldn't help but admire him.
"Sister Jinye, aren't you emotional at all?"
Today they interviewed a female leader who always presented herself as a decisive and capable businesswoman, but Wen Jin and Xiao Yin only saw another side of her during the interview tonight.
Just because he looked ugly on camera, he threw a tantrum at Wen Jinye and Xiao Yin, scattering documents on the table all over their faces, and the sharp edges of the A4 paper even scratched Wen Jinye's cheek.
Fortunately, the wound was shallow.
"You guys are useless. You can't even find a good angle for a video? Are you trying to smear me by filming me like this?"
After looking in the mirror for so many years, how could I not know what I look like?
Xiao Yin still feels extremely wronged when she thinks back on it now.
Wen Jin smiled and said, "How could there be no fluctuation?"
She looked at the pale starlight in the dense night sky and said softly, "Xiao Yin, I'm really tired, and I'm not happy with what I'm doing."
However, her previous life had been too turbulent, and she always lacked the courage to take drastic measures.
Xiao Yin wanted to ask more questions, but Wen Jin had already perfectly suppressed her sadness, as if it were all just Xiao Yin's illusion.
"Let's go to Wensong Road to get something to eat."
When it comes to food, coupled with her rumbling stomach, Xiao Yin put all her complaints and grievances to the back of her mind.
"Let's go eat wontons! I'm going to show off three huge bowls!"
*
Aunt Lin's foot injury has almost healed, but she can't stay idle at home. Even though she's been busy at her stall until this late, she feels sorry for Wen Jin and Xiao Yin the first thing she does when she sees them.
"Why are you so busy so late? You can't just take advantage of your youth to extort money from people like this. Even the strongest body can't withstand this."
Wen Jin finished eating and helped her clean up. "Aunt Lin, this is just a very occasional thing for us. It's you who's been busy until so late."
"I'm in great physical condition."
Aunt Lin wouldn't let Wen Jin touch the dirty water from washing dishes, saying, "Go home and rest with your friend, you have to go to work tomorrow morning."
Aunt Lin stopped Xiao Yin from scanning the QR code to pay.
"I've never heard of a girl having to pay for her own meal when she comes home. What's going on here?"
Neither of them could resist Aunt Lin's insistence, and they were kicked out of the shop by her.
Xiao Yin had left her camera bag behind, and she had just stepped out when she went back to look for it.
Wen Jin stood at the door waiting for her.
She curled her hair today, and it fell loosely over her shoulders, creating a very atmospheric feel. The autumn night breeze was neither too warm nor too cold, making her hair flutter.
She was bathed in the dim light, as if shrouded in a filter, her figure graceful and hazy.
But the light blue shirt dress she wore added a splash of color to the deserted street.
Xiao Yin skipped and hopped out carrying her bag, her gaze sweeping over a spot not far away, and she looked on with some surprise.
Thinking she was seeing things, she exclaimed, "Sister Jinye, is that Mr. Fu? It's unbelievable that I can see him in a place like this. He's so down-to-earth!"
Wen Jin looked in the direction she was pointing, just for a glance.
With just a fleeting outline.
A missed heartbeat seemed to be her physiological reaction when she saw Fu Yanjing.
He was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, sitting at a yellow table at an open-air stall, looking out of place in the quaint and quiet alley.
Under the bright lights in front of the shop, wisps of heat lingered, and his inscrutable gaze seemed to fall on Wen Jinye as well.
Wen Jin quickly looked away. "Let's go."
Xiao Yin was a little puzzled, "Aren't you going to say hello, Sister Jin Ye?"
After all, they had already interviewed Fu Yanjing, and there might be follow-up interviews. It would be beneficial to make their presence felt in front of such a powerful figure.
"No, thank you," Wen Jin also said. "It's best if we don't disturb Mr. Fu's private time."
"That's true."
Wen Jin and Xiao Yin walked out of Wensong Road and stood on the side of the road at the intersection, ready to hail a taxi.
Wen Jin had just opened the ride-hailing app when a slightly drunken, arrogant voice sounded behind him, "Oh, isn't this our kind-hearted sucker, reporter Wen?"
Her fingers paused, she frowned and turned around, only to see a repulsive figure.
Qin Zheng staggered over, holding an empty wine bottle. "I haven't settled the score with you for that slap you gave me at the hospital yet. Where did that slut seduce from? Where's that dog of a man? He didn't just use you and then dump you, did he?"
Xiao Yin was unaware of Tang Man's affair with her husband; in her memory, Qin Zheng was still the image of a charming, family-oriented, and good man.
She was angry and even more surprised, "Brother-in-law, how could you say that about Sister Jin?"
Qin Zheng took another swig of wine.
Because he couldn't get the money from Tang Man, who was on the verge of death, the mistress dumped him and hooked up with another man.
He no longer resents Tang Man or Wen Jin; he can't even stand looking at women anymore.
"I almost forgot about you, Tang Man's loyal lackey. Who do you think you are? Don't try to claim kinship with me as your brother-in-law."
"Let me tell you, Tang Man and I are getting a divorce soon. She's just a burden. She won't even be able to be buried in the Qin family cemetery when she dies."
At this point, Qin Zheng gave Wen Jinye a hateful look and said drunkenly, "Wen Jinye, remember to let me know when Tang Man dies. We were husband and wife, so I'll burn some paper money for her as an act of charity."
"You bastard, what nonsense are you spouting?" Xiao Yin glared angrily, her initial disbelief completely replaced by rage. Although she still only vaguely understood what Qin Zheng had said and didn't know the specifics of what had happened, she was still confused.
But one thing she was certain of:
That guy is a fucking scumbag!
Qin Zheng stood in front of them, reeking of alcohol.
He looked arrogant, smashing the wine bottle at Wen Jinye's feet, his hands in his pockets, leaning forward, and raising his chin repeatedly as he spoke.
They've been provoking us all along.
"What can you do to me what I say? I said Wen Jin is a slut, Tang Man is a dead woman, and you're a lackey. What can you do about it?"
"Fuck your father—" Xiao Yin raised her camera bag, about to smash it onto Qin Zheng's slutty face.
"etc."
Xiao Yin's hand, which was raised to hold up her camera bag, was stopped by Wen Jin. "This thing is too expensive. It would be a pity to break it."
Wen Jinye's voice remained calm.
She was always calm and composed. Many times, when Xiao Yin was young and emotional, Wen Jinye would soothe her. Xiao Yin also listened to her.
But this time, Xiao Yin couldn't take it anymore, and her voice became anxious and impatient.
Qin Zheng was certain that the two defenseless women wouldn't dare cause trouble in the middle of the night, and he even patted his own face.
"Hit me! Hit me here!"
Xiaoyin was trembling with anger, feeling like her breast ducts were blocked. "Sister Jinye, he's a scumbag! Don't stop me, or I'll really get breast nodules!"
"I wasn't trying to stop you." Wen Jin calmly squatted down and stuffed the half-brick at her feet into her bag.
"I just think it's more cost-effective this way."
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