Gossip King

If Fenghua Magazine finds that Gao Leng is also following the shoot, it will definitely release all the materials in its hands as quickly as possible to make headlines. The speed of their discharging is definitely faster than that of high cold. After all, they followed the shoot for a long time, and the manuscript was edited long ago.

With just a phone call, Fenghua Magazine will publish the edited news, and the whole process will not take more than ten minutes.

After all, the battle for headlines is sometimes only a few minutes or even a few seconds away. The exclusive is Wenkai stealing Teng Jiazhi. Whoever releases this evidence first is the biggest winner.

However, Gao Leng's information is still in the phone, and I didn't write a manuscript without telling it. The few photos that I just secretly shot are still unprocessed phone photos.

The whole process requires review, review, and technical processing by the technical department, which all take time.

"What should I do? Brother Gao." Old Diao asked again, his voice becoming more tense. Wen Kai's car had already driven into the underground garage, and Fenghua Magazine's car followed in.

Inside the car, it was extremely quiet. Gao Leng closed his eyes and meditated for a moment. He opened his eyes and said decisively: "Old man, go back to Jinsui Hotel as fast as you can."

Then, he called the fat man: "Take the computer and don't worry about Sister CC. Now wait for me downstairs at the Jinsui Hotel. I will take you into the room."

After speaking, he deducted the phone, immediately dialed out, and directly called the network department: "I am Gao Leng, tell your manager not to leave the computer. I will publish the exclusive within 15 minutes."

When the old man heard this, he was slightly stunned, didn't he follow along? Release exclusive within fifteen minutes?

This...is there time?

He was a little confused, turned his head and looked at Gao Leng, only to see that his face was solemn but determined. Since it was a high-cold decision, naturally there is reason for him to ask so much what to do? Lao Diao nodded, slammed the steering wheel, turned around and drove in the direction of Jinsui Hotel.

At the fastest speed, Gao Leng can be regarded as experiencing the madness of an old crane. In about five minutes, he flew nearly five red lights, surpassed countless cars, and drove all the way to the Jinsui Hotel downstairs. Without stopping, the fat man ran over, opened the car door and asked in a panic: "What happened?! Did they find you? Or did the Golden Spike Hotel find that we are paparazzi?!"

Gao Leng did not speak, took the laptop and turned it on, then threw the phone to the fat man: "There are photos of Wenkai and Fujiyoshi in it. You can choose a few photos with a short text, and immediately send them to the Network Department. Within minutes, post Weibo headlines."

The fat man was stunned, what else he wanted to ask, Gao Leng raised his eyes and glanced at him bitterly: "Do something."

The two words were simple and majestic, but there was no panic. Although the fat man didn't know why, he also guessed that he was grabbing exclusives, so he quickly opened his laptop and got busy.

Gao Leng quickly tapped the manuscript on the screen. The headlines of Weibo are often only one line. Once published, Fenghua Magazine will immediately notice that they will publish the news they have at hand as quickly as possible, including what they should have taken by now. News about Wenkai and Fujiyoshi’s opening of the house.

Gao Leng must rush between them and publish a manuscript with at least a thousand words, detailing the entire shooting process, and overwhelming Fenghua Magazine.

A manuscript of this length needs to be reviewed by the supervisor.

Gao Leng tapped the keyboard quickly, and without raising his head, ordered the old man: "Now you call Li Yifan and ask him to go to the computer desk. I have a manuscript for him to review, and he must review and approve it as quickly as possible. release."

Lao Diao was surprised when he heard it.

Li Yifan? ! This is the leader above, and he is just a driver. Wouldn't it be a few levels beyond his authority to call him directly? The old man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but for a moment he didn't know where to start, so he smiled awkwardly.

"I don't have time to make this call. I have to write a manuscript within ten minutes. I don't care about that much. They are all colleagues. There are not so many levels to speak of. Just call." Gao Leng finished speaking, and began to concentrate. Writing.

Lao Diao took a deep breath, and Gao Leng said casually "all colleagues", which gave him confidence and great respect. He took a deep look at Gao Leng and seemed to suddenly understand why Gao Leng was different from other reporters. In his eyes, whether it is the manager, the boss or his little driver, they are just colleagues.

Treat all the same, neither arrogant nor inferior nor conscientious.

After Li Yifan passes the review, the manuscript will be sent directly to the network department again, and published through the long Weibo. If you want to get in front of Fenghua Magazine, the entire process cannot exceed five minutes.

In other words, from Gao Lengdong's handwriting of this manuscript to its release, the entire process is controlled within 20 minutes, so the exclusive is firmly in the hands of Xingsheng Magazine.

Whether it is the preview of the first short Weibo or the detailed explanation of the long Weibo, it is only when they are caught in the hands that they are finished exclusive.

The old man took the cold cell phone, found Li Yifan's phone, dialed out, his face changed: "He turned off."

"What? Shut it off?!" The fat man heard it, and almost jumped up: "I've arranged it here, and the network manager is also waiting for him to review. He said that the office didn't see him, he eats it?! Shut it off? !"

As the fat man's roar fell, there was silence in the car.

Gao Leng's hands kept tapping on the keyboard, and thin beads of perspiration appeared on his forehead. He looked at the time on the computer. Five minutes have passed. Not to mention exclusive. Now there is a Weibo article. No notice has been released yet.

It means they have been busy for a long time and have not been able to release anything.

After further delay, after Fenghua Magazine's photo is taken, it is estimated that the news will start to be released.

"Old man, who do we grab the exclusive?" The fat man asked, only when his peers grab the headlines, would the news be released so nervously and quickly. He guessed it naturally.

"Fenghua Magazine." The old man hung a cigarette, took a couple of puffs for fear of affecting Gao Leng's manuscript, and then pressed it out directly. He watched Fatty and Gao Leng so busy, but he couldn't help. A little worried, so he called Lin Yifan's cell phone again.

Still shut down.

"Turn off, what should I do." Old hanging panicked.

At a critical moment, Li Yifan turned off unexpectedly. This rich second-generation who doesn't understand the media at all, doesn't know if he wants to keep it on 24 hours a day, but also 24 hours on call?

"Don't panic, I still have more than two hundred words to write." Gao Leng paused and asked, "Fatty, is Fenghua Magazine's Weibo quiet?"

"No, it's been refreshing all the time." The fat man said quickly, while looking at Gao Leng with admiration.

This time only ten minutes. Is he a typing machine? The manuscript is almost finished!

"Wait!" The fat man suddenly turned pale, his whole **** bounced off the stool, and his head hit the roof of the car with a muffled noise: "Oh, hello, it hurts me to death, fuck, they gave a notice! There's a preview on Weibo! Fuck it! I was so busy!