Chapter 238

"Hmm?"

Just as Heishanyang suddenly went back on his word, demanding that Li Ang take him back immediately, inside the Sun News editorial office, a female reporter wearing a wide-brimmed wool hat suddenly shifted her expression, reached back to touch her buttocks, and revealed a trace of astonishment in her two round, black eyes.

"Nicole?"

Although her movements were large, the female reporter made no sound, not even the friction of her clothes, so she went unnoticed; only her colleague, whose sleeve she had brushed, noticed the anomaly, tilted his head, and whispered a reminder:

"Be careful, the director is holding back his anger and wants to scold someone; don't let him catch you!"

"Mm-hmm, but don't worry, he won't be arrogant for long."

Nodding slightly to the well-meaning colleague, then habitually pulling down her wool hat to suppress a small tuft of hair sticking up at her temple, the female reporter secretly wrinkled her nose at the director who was scolding with a gloomy face, then turned her head and whispered with a smile, gossiping:

"Old Martin's family status is too low; he can't stand up for himself at home at all, completely controlled by his two-hundred-pound shrew of a wife, so he can only take his anger out on us during meetings.

So it doesn't matter if he scolds us a couple of times now; next month when I become the head of the News Department, I guarantee this rotten meeting, which is good for nothing but letting impotent old men vent their fire, won't be held even once!"

"Mm..."

Amused by the female reporter's words, the colleague beside her had his mouth twitching; he nearly bit his cheeks off, holding back until his face turned completely red before barely managing to suppress a laugh.

After secretly taking several breaths and recovering from the laughter, the female colleague couldn't help but complain in a low voice:

"Nicole, don't get me in trouble! If I had laughed out just now, Old Martin would probably have pointed at my nose and scolded me for an hour!"

"Sorry, sorry."

After apologizing with zero sincerity, the female reporter slightly turned her wrist, pulled out a theater ticket, and stuffed the real sincerity into her colleague's hand.

"Consider this my apology; how about that?"

This is... a performance ticket for the Morning Star Troupe? And a special edition signed by Master Wang Wang Wang Erde, allowing one to go backstage and shake hands with the master after the show!

Secretly lowering her head to glance at the performance ticket in her palm, the female colleague was overjoyed, but quickly came to her senses, looked warily at the smiling female reporter, and said with full suspicion:

"Not good at all! You suddenly giving me such an expensive ticket definitely means you have some trouble to ask me for, or even want me to take the fall for you!"

"Correct! You're so smart!"

After playfully winking at her, the female reporter slightly squeezed her legs together; her pretty little face looked as if it had been powdered, and she shyly twisted, saying with embarrassment:

"Um... I went to bed late yesterday, worried I couldn't hold on this morning, so I drank a few more cups of coffee; Old Martin's nonsense today was unusually long, repeating himself for over an hour without finishing, so can you..."

Understood. You need to sneak off to pee and need someone to cover for you, right?

But today is the topic selection meeting; when it's time to stand up one by one and present news topics, if Nicole hasn't returned yet, I'm afraid I'll have to take double the scolding for her.

Double the scolding... Master Wang Wang Wang Erde's ticket... Sigh! Worth it!

After hesitating for a moment while holding the performance ticket, the female colleague sighed, put the ticket in her pocket, then slid her chair forward to block most of the female reporter's body.

"Then come back quickly!"

"Mm-hmm-hmm, you're the best, Maggie~ua~"

After blowing a very sincere kiss to her friend, the female reporter, having found a shield, leaned her upper body slightly backward, used her colleague's body to block others' view, then secretly extended her foot clad in a small calfskin boot and lightly hooked open the slightly ajar back door of the conference room.

"Creak~"

Accompanied by the faint sound of the old door hinge, the female reporter who had just been sitting upright at the table swayed slightly and slipped out of the conference room silently and without a trace; surprisingly, no one noticed her departure.

Has she already left?

After escaping the conference room and rushing to the newspaper office entrance, feeling the fluctuation that had already vanished, the female reporter frowned slightly, then asked someone unknown:

"Didn't you just tell me you sensed information from another part of yourself? Where did it go?"

For a long time, no one answered.

Just as the female reporter's patience was about to be completely exhausted, a voice sounding as if it hadn't woken up yet finally slowly rang out.

'Ran away.'

Duh! I came looking and haven't seen anyone, so of course it ran away! The question is, where did it run to!

The female reporter's face turned somewhat black; she snorted and asked impatiently:

"Direction! Location! Characteristics! Hurry! Say whatever you know! Don't keep making me ask! Also, where exactly did the other one-seventh of you go!"

'...'

"..."

'Don't know.'

"..."

That damn lazy demon!

Having spent a precious signed ticket just to come out and only find nothing at the door, the female reporter angrily stamped her feet, but truly had no way to deal with that lazy demon part that wouldn't even speak, so she gritted her teeth and walked back into the newspaper office building.

Hateful demon! If I talk to you again, I'm a pig!

'By the way.'

Just as the female reporter was secretly vowing revenge, a fluffy, invisible sheep tail floating behind her buttocks slowly spoke:

'There are people from the Cleanup Bureau waiting in your office.'?!?!

Hearing the sheep tail's reminder, the female reporter's eyebrows lifted slightly, then immediately ignored her own recent vow, and said with full vigilance:

"Who is waiting? How many people? Are they here to arrest me or what?"

'...'

"Speak!!!"

'Male, one, your fan.'

"Huh???"

"This is Mr. Li Ang, who has collected the dual-issue stamps for three years and obtained our newspaper office's access pass."

After introducing Li Ang's identity, the smiling guide raised his hand to gesture toward the female reporter wearing the wool hat and said with a smile:

"This is Reporter Nicole from the News Department. Since joining six years ago, she has written over four hundred general news pieces and more than one hundred twenty in-depth reports, earning the deep affection of our Sun Times readers."

"Whether it's the general edition or the quality edition, Reporter Nicole's articles have a large loyal readership. However, readers like you who subscribe to both editions and have done so continuously for a full three years are quite rare... You two chat; I won't disturb you."

After this clear introduction that boosted the standing of both parties, the guide did not stay longer but immediately rose and left the office.

Once the guide had left, the two people, each guessing the other's identity, fell silent for a moment before the female reporter spoke first:

"Mr. Li Ang, you..."

"I came this time to ask you a few questions."

While speaking, Li Ang took the prepared newspapers out of the shopping bag and laid them out one by one on the table.

"Charles Department Store Mega Sale: A Man Smashed into the Hospital by 'Heavy Gold'!"

"Shocking! The Bobby Laien Family Massacred Last Night; The Culprit Turns Out to Be This Person!"

"Can't the Duke Handle a Cabbage? A Comprehensive Review of the Bobby Laien Family Crisis!"

"Slapping the Prince in Public: The Bobby Laien Family's New Duke Suspected of Suffering from Mania!"

"Beauty Greater Than Power? Lionheart Duke Suspected of Marrying into the Royal Family!"

"..."

"I just want to ask you."

After poking the newspapers on the table with his hand, Li Ang observed the other person's expression while asking with a dissatisfied face:

"In just over a month, you have written about me eight times, and none of it has been good words. May I ask, what grudge do I have against you? When looking for material for your reports, must you fixate on just me to pull?"