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"Not bad, the writing is okay." After flipping through the newspaper in his hand, Xia Shang nodded slightly and commented. However, then he frowned and looked at Camille beside him, "It's just that the wording is not bold enough. , timid and disappointing to me.”

Camille, who heard the first half of the compliment, was about to raise a smile, but the smile on his face stopped abruptly due to the sudden criticism.

"Really? I feel quite bold." Camille said bitterly.

"you sure?"

Although there was no emotion or anger in Xia Shang's voice, Camille was still shocked and broke into a cold sweat.

"The whole newspaper is writing about how miserable mutants are, and there is almost no mention of the US government behind the military base. Do you think all Americans are blind? Don't they see that Stryker's military base and the United States are Are there countless connections between the governments?" Xia Shang said in an impatient tone as he slapped the newspaper on his desk.

"A bunch of unsatisfactory things! You are so afraid of the US government that you have simply forgotten the mission of journalists at your grandma's house! Don't forget what kind of power the American people have given us! If you can't do it If the truth of the matter is exposed, then do Americans still need newspapers to be used to wipe their butts?!"

Under a series of accusations, Camille's head hung lower and lower, and she didn't even dare to raise her head to look at the angry Xia Shang.

"Made! When it comes to the U.S. government, you look timid. You are completely unlike the editors of those big newspapers. They are doing everything possible to think about the troubles of the U.S. government and are eager to fight with it to the death. But what about you? ? Just thinking about how to avoid trouble, for fear of taking some risks." Although Xia Shang didn't point at Camille's nose and scold him, it was almost the same.

He grabbed the newspaper on the table, slapped it on Camille's chest, and said in a cold voice: "Go tell the editors now. If they can't change their minds, just get out. I will transfer people from other newspapers. Take their place."

Camille, whose back was completely soaked with cold sweat, quickly pressed down the newspaper, nodded and said, "Understood, I'm going to warn them right now. I promise, this situation will never happen again."

"I'll give you the last day. I want to see a newspaper that satisfies me. Otherwise, those who should be fired will be fired, and those who should be demoted will be demoted." Xia Shang has promised Paihuang and the others to complete all public opinions within a week. If Because of this trivial matter, if his plan failed or was delayed, he wouldn't mind giving Weiss Newspaper a major overhaul.

"I will personally supervise this time to ensure that there are no mistakes." When he thought that his position as vice president was in jeopardy, Camille suddenly felt like a thorn in his back, as if the soles of his feet were on fire. He hurriedly left the office and headed towards the editorial department. Speed ​​away.

While Xia Shang was training people, Deadpool, who had his feet up on the coffee table, put his feet down at some point, like a good student, put his hands on his knees, and sat up straight.

"Go get me a cup of coffee, don't forget to add milk."

Xia Shang glanced at the fake Deadpool and said lightly.

"Are you mistaken? I'm a superhero, not a waiter in a restaurant." Deadpool muttered quietly as he went to pour coffee for Xia Shang, "I think it's not just women who have menstrual periods, I'm afraid this guy has one too."

As soon as he handed the steaming coffee to Xia Shang, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Open the door." Xia Shang took a sip of coffee and said casually.

"You really treat me as a waiter." Deadpool got angry for a moment, and then walked towards the door honestly.

As soon as the door opened, Deadpool saw a man in a suit standing at the door, holding two heavy-looking boxes in his hands.

"It's you again? I've rejected you two or three times and you haven't given up yet? That birdman is really patient." Looking at the burly man behind the door, Deadpool said angrily.

"Sorry to bother you, we came empty-handed the first two times, but this time it's different. We specially prepared some Worthington family specialties for Mr. Jervis. We hope he likes it."

The man said as he walked around Deadpool and walked into the office.

"Specialty?" Deadpool stretched out his hand to stop him, and looked at the suitcase the man was carrying with his thief eyes. Then, with lightning speed, he quickly took a step forward, and with a bang, he backhanded Close the door.

"Isn't it the kind of specialty product with a dead person's head on it that can make people feel happy?" Deadpool, who had a sinister look on his face, leaned towards the man mysteriously and said in a low voice.

Even though he was separated by a hood, the man could still feel the intense gaze of the other person.

"Uh... more or less." The man said hesitantly.

"Ugh……"

Deadpool kept staring at the man until the man felt uncomfortable. Then he sighed, shook his head, and said seriously: "Actually, you also know that the big boss has no shortage of specialties. In his eyes, this thing is as good as Dung makes no difference, and if you try to impress him this way, your success rate is as good as an eighty-year-old woman in a bikini trying to seduce you into bed.”

Hearing Deadpool's wonderful metaphor, the corners of the man's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

"What should I do? This is a task assigned to me by my family. I must complete it." The man's strong psychological quality allowed him to suppress his desire to complain. He frowned and said in a worried tone.

"As for that? Does the birdman with two wings on his back have to join the Jer company? If I were him, my first priority would definitely be to keep an eye on his father's lower body, and then search the world for his father's illegitimate son, and find one Kill one." As he said that, Deadpool let out a weird laugh.

"It would be great if he really thinks so. I wish he would do it." The man actually agreed deeply with Deadpool's words.

At first, when Warren proposed that he wanted to be a superhero, he was opposed by everyone in the family. After all, in the view of Warren's father, Warren should inherit the family step by step instead of going to Agere Company. Why do you want to be a superhero? Besides, besides being in the limelight, what else can you do as a superhero? The money earned is probably not even worth a hair of the Worthington family.

"Today's young people are so blessed that they don't know how to be blessed."

Deadpool lamented that he had also heard about the Worthington family. This family made its fortune during World War II and earned its first pot of gold through medicine, arms and other means. He heard that after the war, they purchased a large number of goods in New York, USA. Real estate, in terms of family wealth, can definitely be ranked among the top 500 in the United States, and it is not even the 500th.

"That birdman is really lucky. He is the heir to the Worthington family. If I had a rich father, I would still be soaking in a swimming pool filled with champagne, hugging a hot beauty in a swimsuit. While whistling to other beauties." As soon as he finished speaking, Deadpool couldn't help but cursed himself.

"Shet! What the hell is whistling? I should be addicted to the movement of creating humans. How the hell do I still have the heart to whistle? Damn it, I am so poor that I don't even have such a lack of imagination!"

Deadpool raised his head and looked at the ceiling, feeling sad in his heart.

"If I were rich, I would have to hold a pool party. I would rent a big villa and call all the female celebrities over to play the game of cunt-catching chicks."