Dialogue between ancient and modern: I create programs, national treasures have spirits

Chapter 204 There's Someone Under Your Bed
"Gao Dajin, editor-in-chief of Shanghai Metropolis Newspaper...43 years old..."

The information obtained is comprehensive, not only known by the public, but also unknown to the public.

"Divorce...false reports...it really is a dirty face."

"It's just him, it's tailor-made."

Lu Ze looked at the middle-aged man with a big belly on the phone page, with a smile on his face.

If you look closely, you will find that Lu Ze's smile is somewhat similar to the tall one on the phone.

With hypocrisy, with hypocrisy.

……

In late autumn, the fallen trees are rustling.

The magic city felt the chill. This international city with a huge population was still bustling and busy.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Gao Dajin returned home.

crackle!

With a crisp sound, the empty room was instantly filled with light.

With a blank expression on his face, Gao Dajin loosened his tie and fell into the sofa.

Because of some disgraceful things, he lost his family, and he used his own means and connections to suppress the outside world, but this family, from now on, he is the only one left.

Nearly fifty years old, he is no longer capable of pleasure and passion. Instead, his longing for his family has taken over his heart.

"Ugh!"

With a sigh, Gao Dajin walked into the bedroom, the soft bed surrounded his fleshy body, and the air conditioner was blowing warm air, making it warm and comfortable.

The layout of the bedroom is very simple, showing a bit of atmosphere.

On the bedside table is an old radio.

This kind of antique-level thing is not worth mentioning in the eyes of young people, but in the eyes of Gao Dajin, it is a rare childhood memory.

pat!

Gao Dajin stretched out his hand and pressed the switch button of the radio, and after a few hissing sounds, the radio slowly spit out the sound.

Even with the rapid development of technology, there are still many radio stations that continue to operate.

It was rush hour at this time, and the voice on the radio was very harmonious, a song that was out of date.

"Sweet honey, you are smiling..."

Gao Dajin hummed along, his voice was not pleasant and often out of tune, but who told him to be at home.

The song ended quickly, and Gao Dajin was still a little unfinished.

After a short pause, a man's voice came over the radio.

"It's time to get off work again. After a busy day of work, you dragged your tired body and returned home. Join us and enjoy this rare leisure time. Welcome to the story of Shanghai, here is what you want to hear everything of.

Today, we are going to tell a story about a stupid thief, hoping to bring you relaxation and happiness.

After a day's work, our protagonist, A Ming, returned home, lying on a comfortable and soft bed, enjoying the warmth of the air conditioner in late autumn.

Oh, I forgot to mention that Amin is the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, and he enjoys this rare leisure very much when he is tired.

For an editor-in-chief, entertainment is far more troublesome than work. Amin is exhausted every day, maintaining his hard-won status, just because he neglected his wife. His marriage has failed. He is really an unfortunate man. "

"Ugh……"

Gao Dajin sighed, the story on the radio today was somewhat similar to him.

The voice on the radio continued:

"What Amin didn't expect was that while he was enjoying the soothing softness, there was a person lying under his bed..."

"Ha ha."

Gao Dajin laughed nervously.

"Amin suddenly remembered that when he got home, the air conditioner in the bedroom had already been turned on..."

woohoo...

The sound from the air conditioner outlet was a little noisy at this time.

Gao Dajin twisted his neck stiffly and looked at the air conditioner in the corner.

hissing...

It seems that the signal is not very good, or maybe this old radio has failed, and the story is suddenly interrupted.

"Cough cough..."

On the soft bed, Gao Dajin coughed a few times, reached out and patted the button of the radio, dispelling the fear in his heart.

He couldn't remember whether he turned on the air conditioner by himself, or whether...

Not daring to think deeply, living alone in a room, the gradually darkening sky, the warm breath of the air conditioner...

Gao Dajin's feet in cotton socks stepped on the floor, and the coolness of the solid wood floor stimulated the soles of his feet.

He gradually mustered up his courage, slowly bent down, slowly poked his head out, and tentatively looked under the bed.

The bottom of the bed was dark and nothing seemed to be there.

That's right, even a child can't hide under this narrow and cramped bed, so how could there be anyone.

Just as he was about to withdraw his head and look away, a white light suddenly lit up under the bed.

It was a mouthful of cold white teeth.

He spit out a cold and joking sentence: "Sir, are you looking for me?"

……

On Saturday night, famous cars gathered in Guanghua Building.

The visitors were either rich or expensive, all of them were dressed brightly, as if they were the protagonists on the stage.

"Mr. Yu, please!"

"Mr. Li, let's go together."

"Hey, Brother Gao, I heard others said that you were sick yesterday. Are you feeling better now?"

"Ahem, it's just a little bit of cold, there are many flus in late autumn, it's okay."

"You can take care of today's press conference."

"It's a big deal, brother, how dare you not do your best, haha."

A group of celebrities boarded the elevator and entered the venue one by one.

It's exactly eight o'clock in the evening.

"This charity gala was initiated by Mr. Lu Huiyuan, Chairman of Shanghai Economic and Trade... Next, let us invite Mr. Lu Huiyuan to come on stage..."

Warm applause sounded in the venue.

Wearing a suit and combing his hair back, the radiant Lu Huiyuan stepped onto the center of the stage.

All eyes on the scene focused on this business tycoon who had a great reputation in Shanghai.

"My colleagues, I am Lu Huiyuan. The purpose of this charity gala is very simple..."

Everyone is listening quietly, whether they like to listen or not.

"Finally, I once again extend my sincere invitation, and hope that everyone here can..."

Warm applause came again, and after Lu Huiyuan finished speaking, the reporters couldn't wait to ask questions. "

"Mr. Lu, may I ask..."

"Mr. Lu, what do you think about this issue?"

"Mr. Lu, if... what would you do?"

At about nine o'clock, Lu Huiyuan finished dealing with the reporters before leaving the stage.

"You guys have been waiting for a long time!"

"Brother Lu's reputation is far and wide. With such a heavyweight plan proposed this time, it will once again create a storm in Shanghai."

"Brother Li's words are just a little effort, not to mention that this report still needs to be checked by Brother Gao. His mouth should not be underestimated."

"Brother Lu, don't worry, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Gao Dajin suddenly staggered forward.

All the red wine in the glass spilled on Lu Huiyuan's shirt.

Even the shirt he was wearing was stained with a lot of wine red.

"What the hell? How do you do it?"

Someone hurriedly helped Gao Dajin who fell to the ground, and then scolded a waiter behind him.

"I'm sorry, I just slipped my foot."

The waiter's face was pale with fright, and all the famous figures in the devil's capital were in front of him.

Gao Dajin stood up, with a cold expression on his face. He glanced at Lu Huiyuan, who also looked a little unattractive, and said with a smile: "Brother Lu, please don't be angry for this kind of person. This time you spilled the red wine on your chest, it can be said that you are lucky." , how about we go clean up first?"

"Brother Gao is worthy of being a famous mouth in the capital city, haha."

Lu Huiyuan nodded, whispered a few words into the ear of a tall man next to him, and then said: "Brother Gao, let's go together. Let's go together. Please excuse me for now. I'm sorry."

"Brother Lu, just go, we are still waiting for you to come back and have a good time."

"sure!"

……

(End of this chapter)