Kuaichuan Counterattack: Lord God, please pet me gently!

Chapter 565 Courtesan vs Dancer (16)

The rickshaw passed through the streets and alleys, and came to the gate of Anhai Poster, the largest newspaper office in Anhai City.

Kuang Xin gently opened the door and walked in. The lobby of the newspaper office was a bit empty, only a few bonsai plants were planted, and there were sofas and coffee tables for meeting guests.

On the counter directly in front, a woman wearing round glasses with gold wire rims was really busy writing something.

Kuang Xin walked slowly, smiled at her and said, "Hi, I want to find the editor-in-chief of your newspaper."

The woman only raised her head and glanced at her hastily, then continued busy with the register book in her hand with a blank expression.

"The editor-in-chief has gone out to collect stories."

Kuang Xin was taken aback for a moment, what kind of style did she adopt early in the morning?

Wait, the original owner is so famous in Anhai, and she has been on the headlines of Anhai Poster several times, but this woman didn't recognize her...

Kuang Xin wanted to ask a few more questions, but the steady and powerful footsteps of leather shoes touching the wooden floor sounded behind him.

"Hi, I'm here to publish the statement, is Editor-in-Chief Zhao here?"

Kuang Xin heard the voice very familiar, subconsciously looked sideways, and couldn't help but pause.

Ouyang Weijun?

It was funny, the warlord personally went to the newspaper to publish the statement, so what did Secretary Song do?
"Besides the editor-in-chief..."

The woman was about to dismiss Ouyang Weijun with the same reason, but when she looked up and saw him, she immediately put on a flattering expression.

"It's Commander Ouyang, you've been negligent! Editor-in-Chief Zhao is waiting for you upstairs, so hurry up!"

Kuang Xin's apricot eyes widened, hey, isn't the difference in treatment a bit big?
Ouyang Weijun saw the little emotion on her face, laughed lowly, and made a "please" gesture to her towards the escalator.

"Miss Lu please go first."

Kuang Xin raised her eyebrows, and climbed up calmly, followed by Ouyang Weijun.

It was only then that the woman at the front desk realized that it was the young lady of the Lu family who she wanted to drive away just now.

God, she's lost her head!

But when did Commander Ouyang have such a good relationship with Miss Lu? Isn't the Lu family not good at dealing with warlords?
Forget it, this is beyond the scope of her discussion.

Knocking on the door of Zhao Yifan, editor-in-chief of Ann Poster, the two walked in one after the other.

"Editor Zhao."

Ouyang Weijun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and called Zhao Yifan, who was buried in writing.

"Wei Jun is here? Sit down for a while, I'll be fine soon."

Ouyang Weijun nodded, and pulled Kuang Xin to sit on the sofa beside him.

Kuang Xin looked at Zhao Yifan for a while, then turned her head and asked softly, "Do you know each other?"

"Miss Lu doesn't know that Wei Jun is my nephew."

Kuang Xin turned her head in surprise, Zhao Yifan still didn't look up, not only knew it was her, but also heard her whisper as soft as a mosquito.

Is it the talent of journalists?

Over there, Zhao Yifan had already adjusted the things in his hands, and looked up at the two of them with a smile.

"Speaking of which, what do you want me to do?"

Kuang Xin glanced at Ouyang Weijun, who smiled lightly: "Mine is a trivial matter, you can talk about it first."

"Then I would like to thank Commander Ouyang."

Kuang Xin smiled at him, went straight to Zhao Yifan's desk and sat down.

Zhao Yifan was a little surprised by the sudden intimacy between the two when they came in, so he didn't say anything, just smiled contentedly.

"Does Ms. Lu want to publish or clarify?"

Zhao Yifan remembered some anecdotes about her Lu Yangxin published in the newspaper before, and couldn't help joking about it, but he clearly noticed the dangerous gaze from his nephew.

Happy in my heart, this kid...

Ms. Lu didn't think about it, but she smiled disapprovingly, "Editor Zhao, I have a personal matter here, and I want to seek help from Ann Poster."

"You say."

Zhao Yifan opened the notebook beside him and took notes.

"I would like to ask you to help me follow two people."

"Who?"

"An Ziwen, Xuelian."

(End of this chapter)