It's a lot of money

Qin Xuanhuang tried his best to ignore the rustling laughter in the corner.

With veins popping out of his forehead, he walked to the press conference venue, maintaining his demeanor and temperament of a successful person.

A few minutes later, the smile on his face faded away from reporters' questioning.

No one asked about the products at the press conference. Everyone was chasing after him and asking him if he was domestic violence, if he had a perverted habit of beating women, or if he cheated early.

Qin Xuanhuang took a sip of cold water, suppressed the depression in his stomach, and said, "I won't answer anything unrelated to the press conference."

A reporter in the corner said loudly: "You stand here to represent the company. If your private life is so chaotic and not self-disciplined, how can we trust that your company's products are as safe and reliable as advertised?"

Qin Xuanhuang winked, and the security guard went up and threw the reporter out.

However, that reporter seemed to have a high prestige. As soon as he left the venue, the reporters at the venue started to make trouble.

Xixi murmured, and the chickens flew like dogs.Qin Xuanhuang was so quarreled that his brain hurt, he picked up the water glass tremblingly, but he couldn't hold it steady, and the water glass fell to the ground with a bang.

Hill came up and asked worriedly: "President Qin, your face is ugly, why don't you leave here first."

Qin Xuanhuang supported the table, staring at the stars in front of his eyes, it took him a while to wake up, he was helped off the stage by Hill, and left in a hurry.

However, his embarrassment and escape were all clearly recorded by the camera.

The news immediately hit the headlines. The high-definition camera took pictures of Qin Xuanhuang's bluish-white face, and even took a close-up of the injury on the brow bone.

Reader: "Hahahaha."

Onlookers: "I will never buy products from this company! But if the president is changed to a princess, I can still consider it."

Xiang Xue: "Yueyue, look at this comment, you thought you were pretty when you beat your wife, but you are really embarrassed when you run away now. Hahahaha."

Yu Xinyue leaned against the head of the bed, but smiled and said nothing.

Xiang Xue flipped through the news, picked interesting ones and read them to Yu Xinyue: "Here it is also said that Qin Xuanhuang seems to be sick, and everyone is worried about whether he can make the right decision. If you say you are sick, go to the doctor. Tsk tsk, rich people like this can also get sick."

The corners of Yu Xinyue's lips curled slightly.

"Also, it seems that the big bosses in the media world were the ones who went out at the venue that day. Their prestige is super high, and it turns out that the big bosses are all hiding their secrets."

Yu Xinyue raised her eyes: "What's your name?"

Xiang Xue was startled, "Oh, my name is Jia Yilin."

Yu Xinyue thought about it and smiled: "I've seen him before."

Xiang Xue: "Huh?"

"Ten years ago, didn't he create a magazine called "Life", you look at the cover of the first one."

Xiang Xue listened to her and did it, and then let out a very long "Wow——"

The girl on the cover is at her most tender, her face can almost squeeze out water. The background is a Japanese-style shop, full of colorful lights.She stands in the lights, looking at the camera, her eyes are surprisingly bright, as if she is smiling at you.

Xiang Xue covered her chest, "Yueyue, this is too pretty!"

Although she sees Yu Xinyue alive every day, this photo is really beautiful, with the texture of an oil painting.

"Prettier than yourself!"

Yu Xinyue: "...you can't praise me."

Xiang Xue searched for information and found a problem: "However, "Life" seems to be poorly managed. It seems that there are only a few issues, and old fans are discussing this matter."

In today's highly developed self-media and Internet, it is normal and helpless for old-fashioned magazines and newspapers to be eliminated.

Yu Xinyue's body froze, "I want to contact Jia Yilin for another episode."

Xiang Xue clapped her hands, "Okay!" She was stunned for a moment, thinking of something: "But Jia Yilin just offended Qin Xuanhuang, are you sure you want to be on the cusp?"

Yu Xinyue smiled: "It's hot."

When contacting Jia Yilin, the other party was obviously a little surprised.

"Actually, I wanted to come to you a long time ago. If the cover of the first and last issues of "Life" is a person, it will be more commemorative. Although it is not a successful magazine, my friend and I founded it together when we were young. Means a lot to me. It's just..."

Jia Yilin smiled wryly, and hesitantly told the truth: "I can't afford too much money."

He is no longer the young man who just came out of society, didn't understand anything, and just said, "I'll give you the money".The last time he searched for the salary that a certain traffic Xiaohua shoot magazine asked for, it was seven figures, which was an astronomical figure for him.

Jia Yilin sighed deeply.The reputation he has accumulated in the industry is due to his several interviews and reports in dangerous areas. To be honest, let alone seven figures, now he is required to make up five figures all at once, and he has to borrow money from everywhere.

"Then I have to ask for a few more magazines to cover my salary." Yu Xinyue replied, "Give me two as souvenirs."

Jia Yilin was stunned for a moment, and then smiled after a few minutes: "Don't talk about two copies, I can give you all of them, anyway, no one will buy them."

The result exceeded his expectations. After the last issue of "Life" magazine came out, a certain fan put the first issue and the last issue together, took a photo and posted it on the blog, and Weibo went crazy.

Jia Yilin is a perfectionist and strives to restore the scenery in the photos back then.

The small shop on the Xia Peninsula had closed long ago, so he had to spend all his money on restoring the background—it was still a Japanese-style shop, with gorgeous fireworks, a naive beckoning cat, and a young woman standing under the light, raising her hand , both like waving and saying goodbye.

A line of small characters is printed under the title——

Thank you for the ten years we have walked together.

This sentence undoubtedly makes people feel a little sad.

With the rapid development of the times, many old things are quickly eliminated.The old man popping popcorn can no longer be seen on the street, and the children’s magazines ordered by parents have quietly stopped publishing. Ten years have subtly changed many things. Looking back suddenly, I am proud of the development and changes of the motherland, but I can’t help but feel a little sad , for the beauty that has passed away in the past and will never come back.

A big V on Weibo reposted these two pictures with the words: "What I miss is not the noisy cicadas and the wind passing through the promenade, the cement road with hot feet and the old man selling popcorn. , not the blackboard full of equations and the dust in the air. It's you running towards me in the wind in the corridor, running side by side across the hot concrete road, each with a handful of popcorn, at 2000 o'clock in the afternoon I was drowsy in the classroom. I blushed not because of the noisy cicadas, but because the sun was unfaithful that day and betrayed my heartbeat in the late summer of [-]."

It was probably because this passage was too poignant, or because Yu Xinyue's fans were very generous, the last issue of the magazine was sold out very quickly, and even Xiang Xue asked Yu Xinyue to help her get two more copies for her collection.

Yu Xinyue and Jia Yilin met again in the cafe.

"Are you going to reprint?"

Jia Yilin shook his head: "Let's leave it at that, anyway, they will forget again soon, and now it's a perfect end." He looked at Yu Xinyue and said seriously: "Thank you."

Yu Xinyue smiled: "This is my honor."

The man took out four magazines from his briefcase, two new and two old, the first issue. "I think it would be better to keep these two books together if you keep them as souvenirs."

The corners of Yu Xinyue's lips could not help but curl up, thinking, she and her sister can have a share.

"You and Guangyun... are you on good terms?" Jia Yilin asked suddenly.

Yu Xinyue stirred the coffee, "What's the matter?"

Jia Yilin smiled: "It's nothing."

Yu Xinyue held her chin and smiled.

In his previous life, it was also at this juncture that Jia Yilin revealed a lot of dirty things about Qin Xuanhuang.

However, the situation back then was slightly different. Qin Qing lost the chance to inherit Guangyun when she married Ji Fu, and Qin Xuanhuang had already become Guangyun's principal.

Under such circumstances, he still dared to confront Guangyun, which shows how courageous this media person is.

Yu Xinyue has always admired such a person.

She thought about it and said, "I have a very important person in Guangyun, but I don't think you need to worry, we will be comrades on the same front."

-

Qin Xuanhuang went to the hospital again to check his body, and it turned out that he was still healthy.

"Are you all trash?" He was sweating coldly from the pain, and couldn't help cursing: "I can't even check it out? Is it fake that I have a headache?"

The doctor held the test results helplessly: "Mr. Qin, we analyze that it may be that you are under too much pressure, and you need a psychiatrist to relieve you."

Qin Xuanhuang gave them a hard look, turned around and staggered away.

Hill wanted to help him, but he pushed him away.

Back at the villa, Hill suggested: "Boss Qin, you should take more rest recently, let go of the company's affairs in advance, and focus on your body."

Qin Xuanhuang sneered: "Then let you take over?"

Hill shut up.

Qin Xuanhuang was sitting on the sofa, with a snow-white towel covering his forehead, looking a little funny.

Hill turned around and made him a cup of hot tea. Qin Xuanhuang glanced at him, but didn't answer, and asked the villa's servant to make another cup.Hill's hand was hanging in the air, and finally retracted a little embarrassedly, as if to prove his innocence, he drank the tea in one gulp.

The empty teacup was placed on the coffee table, and there was a ding-dong sound.

Qin Xuanhuang lifted his eyelids and snorted.

Hill clenched his palms tightly and lowered his head, "Boss Qin, shall I go first?"

"Ah."

When Hill walked out the door, it was drizzling.He originally wanted to go back to borrow an umbrella, turned around and stopped at the door, and Qin Xuanhuang's face and indifferent tone appeared in front of his eyes.After standing for a few minutes, he chose to get in the rain.

The loud bell rang in the empty living room, Qin Xuanhuang called "Hill", and didn't wait for a response before remembering that he had left.Enduring his headache, he walked over to pick up the phone. It was the secretary who called, saying that a few clients who were about to negotiate suddenly proposed to terminate the cooperation. The implication was that his performance at the press conference was too bad.

Qin Xuanhuang was upset and irritable, and even hearing the female secretary's voice was extremely unpleasant: "Don't you know how to solve it yourself? You don't even have the ability to do this. If you don't stay at home and take care of your husband and children, why are you looking for a job?"

The secretary was silent for a few minutes, and his tone was still calm: "Boss Qin, it's not that I'm not capable enough, but that this matter should have been decided by you. I was paid the secretary's salary, not the president's salary."

Qin Xuanhuang was stunned, his heart was lingering, and his head hurt even more. After he said a few words hastily, he couldn't help cursing when he hung up the phone: "Bitch."

He was lying on the sofa, and he didn't rest for long, when the phone rang again, jingle jingle, and the whole house seemed to vibrate.He answered the phone and scolded: "Trash, are you finished?"

There was silence over there, coughing twice.

Qin Xuanhuang realized something was wrong, and glanced at the caller, who was the major shareholder of the company.He hastily apologized to the shareholders, and it was hard for them to be relieved. Later, several major shareholders called one after another, asking about his physical condition.

Qin Xuanhuang tried his best to restore his tone to normal, and perfunctory the shareholders.

The secretary can scold, but the shareholders cannot offend.He took a few painkillers, walked up the stairs to the study, and checked the pre-sale status of new products——

The pre-sales are marked in a line chart according to the year. In the past few years, when Qin Qing was in charge, they still soared all the way, but this year they suddenly fell to the bottom, which seemed particularly abrupt.

Qin Xuanhuang rubbed his forehead, and within a few minutes, the phone rang again.

This time it was the lawyer of the Ji family who called and asked him to discuss the divorce and marital agreement.

Qin Xuanhuang: "Heh, what evidence do you have to say that I cheated, based on the rumors on the gossip forum?"

The author has something to say: His blushing was not because of the subtropical climate, but because the sun was unfaithful that day, betraying his heartbeat in the late summer of [-]——Wintermey "Virgin Peak"