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Listening to Wang Bo's explanation, Yang Ping still hasn't recovered from the shock for a long time.

Not only because of the small nuclear reactor in front of him, but also because of Wang Bo's identity change.

From a high school student who was rated as a poor student by No. [-] Middle School to a unique physics genius in the world!

The span between them is really too big!

"No wonder you brat, dared to say that kind of bold words to my old lady!"

"It turned out to be well prepared!"

Hearing this, Wang Bo also laughed out loud:

"That's right, without this diamond, how could we dare to do this porcelain work."

"Your nephew was right that day, the 300 million will definitely be the wisest investment."

Looking at the frightened Wang Bo, Yang Ping gave him an annoyed look:

"Praise you for being fat and you're still out of breath. Come on, let's talk first, I have to serve you two uncles for dinner."

With that said, Yang Ping turned her head and went into the kitchen.

After Yang Ping left, Wang Bo told Huang Hailiang about his next plan:

"Uncle, now that the reactor has been successfully invented, let's see how we can hit it off!"

"I want to use your connections to invite reporters from major media outlets to hold a press conference!"

Huang Hailiang who heard the words showed embarrassment, but still nodded and agreed:

"Okay, I will try my best to contact you in the next two days, but I'm not sure how many people can come."

"After all, your reputation, Wang Bo, is already stink in Suqi City, and your uncle and I are not the principal of Ninth Middle School anymore."

"Whether those reporters can come or not, I'm not sure."

Wang Bo, who heard the words, was taken aback for a moment, and then felt a little guilty in his heart:

"Uncle, it's all my fault, otherwise you wouldn't have been fired."

Hearing Wang Bo's apology, Huang Hailiang waved his hand:

"Don't stick around with me here. Now that you've made your decision, go ahead and do it boldly. As long as your stuff is made public, it's only a matter of time before I'm reinstated!"

Hearing this, Wang Bo nodded, and immediately stopped talking...

Lin Zichao, as a professional reporter, graduated from Capital University, he also had his own dream when he was young.

But reality is often cruel.

Born in the countryside, he has no prominent family background, and his parents are ordinary farmers. It is not easy for him to go to college, and now he has no extra money to help him get the care of Taiwan leaders.

In this way, Lin Zichao could only watch helplessly as those people who were not as educated or capable as him climbed up to his head step by step.

Now that he is nearly thirty, his eyes have completely lost the brilliance of his youth.

Just like a walking dead, completing the tasks assigned by the leaders.

"Have you heard that Wang Bo, who was making a fuss a while ago, is said to be holding a press conference and inviting reporters from our station to participate?"

"Just the poor student from the No. [-] middle school who insulted the teacher? Don't be ridiculous, does that brat know what a press conference is?"

"Hey, don't believe it, just now I looked at the two deputy directors, and I was worrying about this matter."

"What's there to worry about, why don't you just refuse?"

"No, I heard that Wang Bo's uncle, the principal of Ninth Middle School who was dismissed two days ago, has a good relationship with our station director. So the deputy director in charge of this matter can't directly refuse."

"Then what to do, I don't want to lose this person."

"Hey, there are more than us reporters on our station..."

While speaking, several reporters cast their eyes on Lin Zichao in the corner of the office, with meaningful smiles on their faces.

Sure enough, within a moment, Lin Zichao was called to the office by the deputy director.

About 10 minutes later, Lin Zichao walked out of the TV station with the document in his hand and a bitter expression on his face.

The contents of the document were exactly his interview task today - to attend the press conference of the troubled boy Wang Bo.

Chapter 15 Shabby press conference! The shock of the little reporter

According to the address given in the document, Lin Zichao drove for nearly an hour to a relatively remote factory building in the suburbs.

Looking at the old buildings nearby, he frowned slightly, and his disappointment intensified by three points.

He has participated in quite a few press conferences, big and small, and this is the first time he has seen them held in such a humble place.

Thinking of this, Lin Zichao shook his head:

"What are you expecting, Lin Zichao, an underage high school student, do you expect him to bring you any surprises?"

Immediately, he pushed open the door of the factory building and stepped inside.

The area of ​​the factory building is not small, but because of the large amount of experimental equipment and instruments, it makes the huge site seem a bit crowded.

He walked around the factory on tiptoe, but couldn't find a venue for the press conference.

"Excuse me!"

Lin Zichao's voice echoed in the empty space.

Then, under his dumbfounded gaze, a head emerged from under some unknown device.

Before he could ask, Wang Bo eagerly said:

"You are here to attend the press conference!"

Lin Zichao nodded upon hearing this.

Seeing the person in front of him confess, Wang Bo slid out from under the equipment like a loach.

"Come on, brother, I'll take you to the reporter's seat."

Lin Zichao had seen Wang Bo's photos on previous media platforms, and since then, he has suspected that this child is really as bad as the rumors say.

But now seeing the real person being so enthusiastic, his doubts are even more serious.