"What's going on with that health supplement company? Do I have to spell it out for you? You pick up this junk like it's a treasure, even though other people don't want it."
The usually mild-mannered editor-in-chief was practically ready to point his finger at the other party and yell at him.
Finally, the editor-in-chief looked at Ni Jingxi and said, "Young people are energetic, but you should think more about what it means to be a reporter."
When Ni Jingxi came out of the office, Hua Zheng's bottom felt like it was sitting in a fire pit.
Seeing her come out, he quickly asked, "How are you? How are you?"
Ni Jingxi subconsciously looked up at Wen Tang's position. At this moment, Wen Tang was not out conducting interviews, but was sitting in front of the office processing manuscripts.
However, when Ni Jingxi came out, she also kept a close eye on this side.
At that moment, their eyes met, and Wen Tang curled her red lips into a smug smile.
She's just a defeated opponent; Ni Jingxi will soon be kicked out of the newspaper.
At this moment, Wen Tang stood up and slowly walked over, seemingly heading towards the printer. However, she stopped beside Ni Jingxi's desk, turned her head, gave Ni Jingxi a slight smile, and said regretfully, "What a pity. I was hoping to continue working with you, Jingxi, but it seems..."
Hua Zheng blinked, stunned by her words. After a long while, she stammered, "Does...do you mean I have to be expelled?"
At this moment, she couldn't care less about cursing Wen Tang in her heart.
Ni Jingxi remained silent with a sullen face, which Hua Zheng interpreted as bad news.
Wen Tang smiled and said, "But don't worry, I will still make sure the farewell banquet is a grand affair for you."
Hua Zheng was so anxious she almost cried.
Just then, the editor-in-chief suddenly arrived at the main office, followed by Chief Editor Yao and the advertising manager. The editor-in-chief had asked Ni Jingxi to come out first, and they stayed inside to talk for a while.
At this moment, the editor-in-chief stopped, looked at everyone, and said, "I'm sure you all know what happened yesterday."
This refers to what happened during Ni Jingxi's interview.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the editor-in-chief; clearly, there was a decision on how to handle the matter. Some people also looked at Ni Jingxi; everyone felt the outcome wouldn't be good.
"The purpose of journalism is to convey truth and reality to the public. Our work is to guide society and have a huge impact on the entire country. Since the Republican era, the pioneers in the newspaper industry have repeatedly inspired the entire nation and people."
Everyone listened with blank expressions, wondering what the editor-in-chief was trying to say.
"But in today's society, materialism is rampant, and many journalists only see the immediate benefits without considering their responsibilities and burdens. Ni Jingxi is a newcomer, but she is not afraid of any benefits and bravely stands up to expose the scam and help innocent elderly people."
"This spirit is a model for our entire newspaper and something you should all learn from."
The entire office area was silent at this moment.
Then applause came from somewhere, and it grew louder and louder until everyone in the office area stood up and applauded Ni Jingxi.
Ni Jingxi looked at everyone with a smile and nodded and bowed to each of them.
When she finished and stood still again, she suddenly turned her head slightly to look at Wen Tang beside her and said in a low voice, "Deputy Team Leader Wen, it seems you don't need to organize this farewell banquet for me."
Wen Tang still looked incredulous.
Ni Jingxi smiled slightly, looked straight at her, and said in a very clear voice, "And from now on, you'll have to learn from me."
The author has something to say: When Ms. Ni heard the editor-in-chief accuse her of something so serious: Editor-in-chief, I didn't, I'm not...
Okay, she just didn't like it and wanted to punch someone.
Chapter 22
After the editor-in-chief left, the office gradually quieted down, but quite a few eyes were still on Ni Jingxi.
She was out yesterday and didn't come back, and the whole office was buzzing with discussion. After all, no one expected that such a quiet-looking girl would actually hit someone.
Besides, it was at the interviewee's company; the advertising department would go crazy.
Many people thought that Ni Jingxi would not get away with this, and that even if she wasn't expelled, she would definitely be punished.
Unexpectedly, things took an unexpected turn, and the editor-in-chief personally spoke up for her, even confirming that she had upheld the professional ethics of a media person.
Hua Zheng was still in a state of confusion, wondering where she was and what she had just heard.
When she came to her senses, she stammered, "Jingxi, you weren't expelled?"
Hearing her tone, Ni Jingxi chuckled, a rare occurrence for her, and asked with amusement, "Are you quite disappointed?"
"Of course not, how could that be..." Hua Zheng quickly denied it, covering her cheeks with her hands, her face still burning hot.
This was incredibly exciting; just a second ago, she thought Ni Jingxi was really going to be fired.
The next second, the editor-in-chief came out to speak, and not only was Ni Jingxi unharmed, but she was also praised in public, becoming a role model for all the newspaper's reporters.
Hua Zheng patted her chest and said, "I was so worried, and you're just scaring me."
"Alright, to soothe your wounded heart, I'll treat you to lunch," Ni Jingxi said with a light laugh, seeing her exaggerated expression.
She knew that Hua Zheng was genuinely worried about her, even though she always said that the bond between classmates was deeper than that between colleagues.
But if you meet someone who always cares about you, that person is your friend.
Hua Zheng: "I want to eat spicy hot pot."
“Okay, spicy hot pot.” Ni Jingxi nodded in a very good mood.
I thought the morning would pass peacefully, but around 10 a.m., Old Zhang suddenly brought someone over. He walked to the economics group's office area and coughed lightly: "I have something to say."
Ni Jingxi is preparing a manuscript; she still wants to write an article about the health product company.
Of course, this isn't about praising them; rather, it's about exposing this scam. In fact, it's not uncommon for elderly people to spend their entire retirement pension on health supplements these days.
Whether it's newspapers or emerging short video interviews, these kinds of issues are reported very frequently.
She was frowning as she listened to yesterday's recorded interview. Although Jin Haiyang was prone to exaggeration, there were some things he wasn't exaggerating about, namely that many elderly people had indeed gone almost bankrupt buying their company's products.
Just then, Old Zhang shouted, and everyone looked up.
This time, I noticed the young man standing next to Lao Zhang first. He was really tall, but what was even more striking than his height was his face. He was really handsome.
These days, people always talk about "little fresh meat" (young, handsome male celebrities). A standing boy with a handsome and energetic face is truly captivating.
He was wearing a shirt and trousers, not particularly fashionable, but clean and neat. Besides, his handsomeness wasn't the kind that could be faked; it came from his striking features and natural charisma—he was genuinely good-looking.
"What a handsome guy!" Hua Zheng exclaimed softly, her eyes filled with amazement.
Ni Jingxi, who had just looked up, was also stunned, because she hadn't expected to see Lin Qinglang again today after seeing him yesterday.
Lin Qinglang stood next to Lao Zhang, smiling as he welcomed everyone's gaze.
Actually, he was much more composed than before. Standing there, even with everyone scrutinizing him, he maintained a smile. Until his gaze fell on the last girl who looked up.
Her face was originally hidden behind the computer, and was partially obscured.
When he looked up, his large, dark eyes were filled with surprise and astonishment.
Needless to say, Lin Qinglang was no less surprised than Ni Jingxi at this moment. He really didn't expect that he could run into Ni Jingxi so easily.
Last night he was still considering whether to ask his friends to help him find Ni Jingxi.
Since we know she's in Shanghai, finding her should be easy.
But when he finally found her, Lin Qinglang felt a deep sense of loss. He hadn't expected that when he saw her again, she would already be married.
Lin Qinglang couldn't help but stare at Ni Jingxi, but Ni Jingxi had already looked away and focused her gaze on Old Zhang beside him.
Old Zhang coughed lightly and said, "This is our team's new cameraman intern."
He didn't say much, but turned to Lin Qinglang and said, "Why don't you introduce yourself to everyone?"
"Hello everyone, my name is Lin Qinglang. I hope you will take good care of me in the future." Lin Qinglang's appearance is too unfair. He has the kind of appearance that makes people like him from the start, especially when he smiles. He looks sunny and energetic.
Everyone quickly applauded to show their welcome.
"You're new to the newspaper, so for now, you should learn from the experienced reporters." Old Zhang looked around.
Wen Tang casually tossed her hair. Lin Qinglang was good-looking, and Wen Tang had a sharp eye; she immediately noticed that the watch on his wrist was a Breguet, and its price was no less than a million.
A young man like this, casually wearing a million-dollar watch, could easily be mistaken for a rich second-generation.
This kind of wealth and confidence can only come from a second-generation rich family.
Wen Tang coughed lightly, about to speak, when Lin Qinglang turned to look at Lao Zhang and asked, "Team leader, can I be in a team with Ni Jingxi?"
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, their eyes scanning back and forth between the two like searchlights.
After a moment of surprise, Old Zhang asked in confusion, "You know Jingxi?"
“We’re alumni; she’s my senior. I never expected to run into her at our newspaper office,” Lin Qinglang said frankly.
Ni Jingxi was so angry at his ability to spout nonsense that she laughed. She and Lin Qinglang had never even been classmates for a single day, yet he made it sound so real.
Old Zhang smiled and said, "Then you should learn a lot from your senior. She's someone our editor-in-chief specifically praised. Okay, then you can follow Jingxi."
There happened to be an empty seat next to Ni Jingxi, so Lin Qinglang was allowed to sit there.
However, there were no computers here, so Lin Qinglang didn't bother anyone. He asked where the logistics department was and went there to get a computer himself.
Upon hearing this, Ni Jingxi calmly stood up from her chair and said, "I'll take you there."
So she led Lin Qinglang to get the phone. But when the two left the office area, Ni Jingxi turned a corner and led him to the small balcony of the newspaper office.
This place is open on all sides, so she can see anyone coming by immediately, and she doesn't have to worry about others hearing her.
Lin Qinglang didn't ask any more questions and followed her over.
After standing still, he immediately raised his hands in surrender and said, "Let me clarify first, I really didn't know you were also working at this newspaper."
It was such a coincidence, an incredibly coincidental coincidence.
Ni Jingxi believed him because when she looked up, she saw the same surprise in his eyes, and it wasn't fake.
But then he chuckled softly and said, "Teacher, do you think this is fate?"
Ni Jingxi looked at him calmly, but when she saw him winking at her frantically, she couldn't help but smile. Her expression was usually indifferent, but when she smiled, she immediately softened, and even though it was autumn, it still felt like a warm breeze was blowing on her face.
"Teacher, you should smile more. You have no idea how beautiful you look when you smile."
Lin Qinglang said with a grin.
Actually, he was only one year younger than Ni Jingxi. Ni Jingxi tutored him when he was a freshman in college, and he was a senior in high school at that time. However, he grew up in a family where he had no worries about food and clothing, and boys are naturally late bloomers, so he gave people the impression of being immature.
Ni Jingxi coughed lightly and finally spoke, "The people at the newspaper didn't know about my marriage, so you..."