[Please answer 1988] Sangmundong scandal

It's time to hand in the manuscript again, and the reporters have worked hard to prepare the results for two or three days. As for whether it can be adopted by the editor, it depends on today's work.

Writing a manuscript is not difficult to say, but it is not easy to say simple.

For many new journalists, it is not easy to complete a qualified manuscript. They often face the problem of not being able to find news topics. After a long time of mental struggle, and then finally finished writing the manuscript, it may not be published due to various reasons.

In short, it takes a lot of effort before adapting to the job of a reporter.

After the editors checked and agreed on the content of the next issue of the newspaper, the time had turned to six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was gradually getting dark.

The results of Liu Mingxi's team are not bad. Although some newcomers still have minor problems, compared with when they first started working, the current quality is simply incomparable.

"It's rare that everyone is here today, and it just so happens that a new store has opened in Dashidong, let's go?"

The team leader spoke, and everyone naturally nodded in response.

Seven or eight people changed from the company to the restaurant in this way.

There were only two girls with Liu Mingxi on the table. At the beginning, the boys could still maintain a gentlemanly demeanor, but later they drank too much, and they didn't care about their personal image.

After sitting for a long time, Liu Mingxi felt that the place was a bit boring, so he got up and said to the people around him, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Hey, I'll go too." The other girl also stood up.

After a while, Liu Mingxi came out of the bathroom first, her hands were still wet with water.

Not long after, another girl came out.

Liu Mingxi took two steps, then stopped suddenly, "I'll make a call in the lobby, you go in first."

"Oh, good."

He lowered his head and looked at the time, it was almost eight o'clock, and he didn't know if Cui Ze had eaten, and he lost himself after playing chess, and he was still not at ease if no one was watching him.

——Korean Chess Academy

"—button"

"Cui Ze Liuduan, your call is from Ms. Liu." Agent Wu said standing at the door.

"Ah... I see." Cui Ze nodded, put down the chess pieces in his hand, and quickly stood up from the chair.

"--Hello……"

"Aze, it's me."

Cui Ze smiled slightly, "I know."

"Just took time out, how about you, have you had dinner yet?"

"Ate out with the agent tonight."

Liu Mingxi was a little surprised, "Hey, that's right, I actually remembered to eat."

"Well," Cui Ze said, "Is your dinner party over? Didn't you drink the bar?"

"It's okay, I'll just take a taxi and go back." How could there be no alcohol at the banquet, but she is a girl after all, so it's enough for the people at the table to make her feel good.

"Hmm..." Cui Ze thought for a while, "I'll pick you up later."

"Is it okay? Aren't you in the Chess Academy?"

"It's okay, it's the same when you go home." Just pretend to go home early today.

In the end, the matter was settled like this, and the two made an appointment to meet at the gate of the newspaper office at ten o'clock.

Liu Mingxi left the hall and walked to the private room on the second floor. Just as he stepped up the stairs, he stopped when he saw the people on the stairs.

"Senior Li Ming?" Seeing another person beside Li Ming, "And..."

……

After hanging up the phone, Cui Ze returned to the practice room, looked at the half-played chessboard in front of him, and decided to put it away after some hesitation.

He also knows that once he is in a state of mind, it is easy to forget the time, so let's avoid it now while it can be avoided.

Just after 09:30 in the evening, Cui Ze got out of the taxi.

The entrance of the newspaper office was deserted, and the sporadic lights intertwined with each other. This scene formed a clear contrast with the bustling commercial street not far away.

Cui Ze was wearing a black hat, and his appearance was blurred by the night, blending into the background wall behind him.

At one o'clock past ten, she finally arrived.

When I got closer and took a closer look, it seemed to be fine, with a normal ruddy complexion, but the smell of alcohol was a little bit stronger.

"We, Ze, are here." Liu Mingxi narrowed his eyes, and stretched out his hands towards Cui Ze, "Nuna misses you."

Unexpectedly catching her hand, Cui Ze felt the warmth from his arms, thinking that she really drank a lot.

If Cui Ze looked down again, he would find that Liu Mingxi's eyes were clear, which was not what a drunk person should have.

The two hugged for a while, Liu Mingxi dismissed Cui Ze lightly, raised his head and smiled at him, "I seem to have drunk too much."

Cui Ze nodded helplessly, should he praise her, at least she realized that she had drunk too much.

"Ah Ze," Liu Mingxi tilted his head and called him.

"Huh?" Cui Ze turned his gaze to her face.

"Azer," she called again.

"Yes." Cui Ze responded with a good temper.

"I'm so tired." Sad, bitter.

Cui Ze looked at her and gave her a hug, "We'll go home when we're tired."

"Yes." She nodded slightly, "Let's go home."

The sky is as clear as blue, and the clear weather makes people feel extra good.

The familiar whistle sounded, the train moved slowly, and the scenery outside the window retreated a little bit, getting farther and farther away.

Busan, here we come.

When I came to Busan again, my mood seemed to have changed.

"The weather is really nice today."

"It was still raining in Seoul yesterday."

"Yeah, it's been down for two days. I didn't expect the sun to rise in Busan."

It was in the morning, the sun was warm, and it was reflected on the emerald green lake. It was slightly glowing, and it was very beautiful.

Liu Mingxi took advantage of this moment to quickly press the camera.

"Has Reporter Liu been to Busan before?" asked a fellow senior.

Liu Mingxi put down the camera in his hand, and responded with a smile, "I came here twice with my classmates when I was in college."

"Busan has changed a lot in the past few years. I remember that there were not so many buildings when I came last time."

"I came here once when I visited Mr. Che the year before last." Another senior said again.

"Mr. Cha... Ah, Cha Woo-seok, I remembered." The senior said, "Isn't it a writer who emerged two years ago?"

"That's right, that's him."

As they spoke, the two turned the topic to the writer again, talking about how difficult this great writer was to interview and what kind of temper he had.

Liu Mingxi didn't take it seriously at first, but something was wrong after hearing it. The name seemed familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

After getting off the train, Liu Mingxi and his group took the scheduled bus to the hotel where they stayed for this interview.

The room Liu Mingxi was allocated was a two-person room, and she lived with a female colleague who was traveling with her.

After packing up the luggage and not having time to look around, the team leader this time asked a group of people to gather in the lobby with paper and pens. He wanted to talk about the arrangement of this interview.

The National Assembly is approaching, and a new round of democratic discussions in Busan will start soon. Their job this time is to collect the content of this meeting and forward the conversations of the high-level class.

Time was running short, and the team leader dispersed after arranging everyone's tasks.

Liu Mingxi was arranged to conduct an off-site interview. It was a light job with many things to do, and it was hard work.But this is really normal, the big resources must not be available to their newcomer reporters, and her accompanying this time is more for the purpose of accumulating experience.

In the process of news reporting, journalists do not have absolute freedom of speech. Bribes are collected, officials conceal facts, and then "clarify" facts... False reports, everyone wears a mask of hypocrisy.It's just... when she saw her fellow seniors sitting in the middle of the upper-class crowd, dissatisfaction and embarrassment welled up in her heart, and the once "uncrowned king" in her heart was destroyed again and again.

After a day of interviews, everyone was exhausted and lost the enthusiasm they had when they first arrived. After returning to the hotel, everyone was busy rushing to write the manuscript.

Fast-paced, extremely tedious, and full of variables, this is the life of a reporter.

On the first day in Busan, with the lights on all night, Liu Mingxi suffered from insomnia.

The meeting has been going on for two days, and almost all the materials have been collected. This report is written by senior journalists themselves, and there is no newcomer at all. All the newcomers have to do is to submit the collected materials.

Being unofficial and light-hearted is probably how to describe her.

The time to return to Seoul has been fixed, and we will leave early tomorrow morning.

At the same time, good news came from Cui Ze's game.

After finishing dinner at the hotel, Liu Mingxi talked to his colleagues in the same room, put on the prepared hat and mask, and left the hotel.

She stopped a taxi at the door, and the destination was the hotel where Cui Ze was staying.

After 15 minutes, Liu Mingxi walked into the lobby of the hotel, looked around, and walked to the elevator entrance. This was her second time here, so she was not a stranger.

"...0427, ah, here it is."

"——Dong Dong"

After a while, the door opened.

"Come in first." Cui Ze stretched out his hand and pulled Liu Mingxi into the room.

Liu Mingxi closed the door behind his back, turned around and noticed that Cui Ze was still wrapped in a bath towel, his hair was wet, obviously he was taking a bath just now.

"Wait for me a while." His face was so red because he just ran out of the bathroom.

"Oh..." Before Liu Mingxi finished speaking, Cui Ze slipped into the bathroom.

After a while, Cui Ze came out of the bathroom without brushing his hair.

Liu Mingxi stood up from the bed and looked around, "Is there a hair dryer?"

Cui Ze hung up the towel and searched for it, "There should be."

There is no cabinet, and the table is clean except for a few cigarette butts.

"...Only towels, I brought a hair dryer." There is no other way, but boys have short hair, so they should dry quickly.She pushed Cui Ze to sit down, "Give me the towel."

Cui Ze looked at the person behind him through the mirror in front of the cabinet, "Are you going back to Seoul tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah," Liu Mingxi gently brushed his hair, Cui Ze has the last game tomorrow, "It's a pity we can't go back together this time."

"I'll go back the day after tomorrow." If he won the first day, he could go home with her tomorrow, what a pity.

"Well," Liu Mingxi said, "I'll wait for your return."

Cui Ze smiled at the mirror, "Okay."

Noticing his smile, Liu Mingxi couldn't help it for a while, stretched out his hand and poked it, it was soft, a little fleshier than before.

When she was addicted to poking, Cui Zemo grabbed her hand without saying a word, and hugged her tightly again.

Take off her hat, and slowly put it on.

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