Chapter 29 The reporter is so scary, really

After Cui Yuming left, Lao He also made a judgment and followed the trend and kept a 30-meter distance from him. The registration staff in the front hall or the ordinary people did not notice Mayor Cui. In their opinion, Mayor Mo was more attractive.

It was not until Cui Yuming and several government officials got on the elevator that Lao He stopped and pretended to be nothing but looking at the hotel environment, but his long vision had never left the elevator.

1……2……3……

Until the 8th floor, the number paused for about 9 seconds and then slowly dropped.

Lao He remembered it in his heart, and swept the front hall to set up defenses. But what surprised him was that except for the hotel security guards, government guards or Pan Heng's bodyguards were not among them. Lao He frowned, but his confusion flashed in a flash. He suddenly turned around and left swaggeringly.

In front of the Yuling Hotel, Cui Yiyi, who was late, looked around sweating, looking for He Yuan. She had a camera around her neck, a recorder in her hand, and a shoulder bag on her shoulder. She had to wear at least 30 kilograms of equipment. She was really reinstalled.

He Yuan, who was coming out of the hotel, was almost angry with her. He walked up to her and cursed: It’s what time it is, what time it is, why don’t you come back tomorrow? Humph, everything has delayed you.His right hand kept poking Cui Yiyi's forehead: What's wrong with your equipment? My god, are you afraid that others won't know that you are a reporter? Just dress up, how can we get in? My good-natured Ah, you are really my kind apprentice.

Old He slapped his forehead and made an action that you defeated.

Cui Yiyi felt wronged and looked at him with big eyes. On the way, she was still proud of her outfit, but she could finally be a reporter, but He Yuan scolded her and said enough to the little follower. She couldn't help but mutter: We are interviewing, not investigating secretly, are we so sneaking?

He Yuan's ears suddenly moved, and he frowned and pulled Cui Yiyi to the corner. Then he taught: Pan Heng is not that easy to interview. We tabloids look down on him. If we don't sneak in, we won't have any information.

Seeing that he always glanced aside, as if he was absent-minded, Cui Yiyi also looked over her eyes.

In front of the hotel, the quiet scene had changed a lot. First, an interview car with Fengyang TV printed on the side appeared quietly, and five people were pulled down. Large tools such as cameras were carried out one by one. Then two smaller interview cars were parked, taxis, family cars, etc. But a while ago, the huge Zhengyi Road was crowded with vehicles, causing big chaos and traffic jams...

Needless to ask, all the reporters came down.

Oh My God.Cui Yiyi wiped the sweat from her forehead and opened her mouth in surprise: Why are there so many people? What should we do? Can we still squeeze in?She was a little nervous and poked He Yuan at a loss. Who would have thought that her good master was also surprised? Haha, Cui Yiyi, who was still a little embarrassed about her loss of composure, immediately balanced. It turned out that he was just like that.

But He Yuan said something that made Cui Yiyi vomit blood. He looked at the reporters in shock: There are too few people, are there only those reporters in Fengyang?

Blow, brag.Of course Cui Yiyi doesn’t believe it. There are at least 30 people across the country, so how few are there?

He Yuan glared at her angrily: What have you seen? I feel embarrassed to interfere with this kind of small formation. I think there were hundreds of people in those days. Humph, this little person was scared and he was useless.

Hundreds of people?

She didn't believe even if Cui Yiyi was beaten to death, but she didn't know that Lao He would say less. In Beijing, the huge number of journalists is not something that little girl can imagine.

More than 30 people carried equipment and rushed into the hotel. Lao He was no longer as poor as her. He grabbed Cui Yiyi and followed her, but Lao He only stopped in one corner of the rest area and did not squeeze into the army.

From our Fengyang TV station, what floor does Mr. Pan Heng and Pan have a meal? We want to have an interview.

We are reporters from Fengyang Daily and want to give a simple interview to Mr. Pan’s investment in Fengyang.

At this time, the scene might be a little confused. A 30-year-old man in formal wear stood up and pressed his hands to signal everyone to be quiet: Mayor Cui of our municipal government is negotiating an investment plan with President Pan. Please be careful not to be impatient.It seems to be a government official.

Hula, the dense group of reporters scattered, and they didn't care about listening to his nonsense. Most of them rushed to the elevator. There were only a few floors of the hotel, and they could find it after rummaging one by one.

For a moment, the scene was a little difficult to control. Ding, the elevator door opened, and the guard who received the call rushed down from the building. After getting off the elevator, he blocked the elevator door. The three people pulled their hands with big horses and built an airtight wall. Another group of guards blocked the reporter climbing the stairs from the safety passage, blocking the reporter who was climbing the stairs.

The scene was temporarily suppressed, and the official man whispered again: Please wait patiently, and you will be given time for interviews after the talks are over.

The passages upstairs were all blocked, and the reporter had to rest temporarily, sitting in the rest area in groups of three or three.

We can only wait.Cui Yiyi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. If she was asked to fight with these reporters, the little girl would be really scared.

He Yuan was really angry and glared at her: As a reporter, you must know how to give up and refuse to give up. You be a benign girl, just behave like your virtue, and you will never be a reporter in your life.Ignoring the depressed follower, He Yuan quickly took off his white shirt, then turned over the clothes and put them on again.

What surprised Cui Yiyi was that the back of Lao He's shirt was actually blue striped outfit. In a blink of an eye, Lao He, dressed in formal clothes, became a casual outfit. Not only that, He Yuan didn't know what magic he used, and his hands quickly rubbed his neat hair. The hairstyle, which was not very handsome, changed bizarrely, and became a fashionable head shape, and its grade was no less than that of a professional hairstylist.

The sloppy old He couldn't help but make people's eyes lit up after a while of tinkering. Cui Yiyi was stunned, and a thought suddenly popped up in her heart, this master is actually quite handsome.

He was a little silly at the door just now, and was afraid that the government guards were impressed. Old He Zhu changed his style. In his words, this is also the basic quality of a reporter.

OK, it's your turn.He Yuan turned to his stunned apprentice and chuckled lewdly.

You, what are you going to do?Cui Yiyi was stared in a terrifying state and moved her body backwards.

Ten minutes later, the guard in front of the elevator stopped a young couple: Sorry, the hotel is temporarily closed. If you have already booked a room, please show your room card.

The husband hugged his wife and said anxiously: Who are you? Didn’t you see my wife getting pregnant? You won’t let us go.The wife, who was snuggling beside him, was sweating and breathing disordered at this time, especially her beautiful eyes, which seemed to be about to shed tears at any time. Her abdomen was bulging, and she was at least six months pregnant.

The guard obviously noticed it, but he was still cautious and did not dare to let it go: Sorry, please show your room card and let you in immediately after verifying your identity.

At this moment, the mutation suddenly broke out, and the woman suddenly covered her stomach in pain and fell limp. Her husband exclaimed and hurriedly supported her: Wife, what's wrong with you? You won't have a baby, right? But the doctor said it will take a while. Oh, what should I do?

The woman locked her eyebrows tightly in pain and said in a trembling voice: I'm fine, I'm just... I'm a little tired, just rest... I'll be fine.

The guard was a little panicked, but the government's training was obviously in mind, especially with the reporter's tricks. He went to help the woman in dress and wanted to take advantage of the situation to find out the reality of her belly. If she was really a pregnant woman, she would have to let her go even if she didn't use the room card.

But before he could go up, my husband shouted: Come and see what kind of world is this? The hotel security guards are too much in charge. My wife needs rest, but they don’t let them in. They all come to judge Ah!

Whoosh swish swish swish swish (more than 30 whoosh swish)…

Who are the people in the lounge area?

It's reporter Ah!

Being sensitive to emergencies is not something that ordinary people can think of.

Immediately, the guard was furious by more than thirty wolf-like gazes, and subconsciously stopped.

With a huh, the reporters who were in a state of depressed spirit just now were like tigers with stimulants, all of them were naked. Even a sleepy reporter woke up in vain and rushed over with energy.

The guard hated Ah. In his eyes, these reporters rushed towards him as if they were swaying, and they didn't care about discipline in panic. They hurriedly signaled their companions to press the elevator and let the couple in.

The words were shiny, and the nonsense could be infinitely expanded by the reporter's rich imagination. The guard knew it was very powerful, but looking at the husband's feeling that he was not anxious and seemed to be about to talk to the reporters. The guard was almost crying and thought to himself, let's go quickly, please.

It was a misunderstanding just now, it was a misunderstanding.

I begged my grandfather to sue my grandmother and finally saw the two great gods away. After watching the elevator stop on the 5th floor, the guard breathed a little relieved because the 5th floor was the accommodation floor of the standard room. It seemed that the two were not reporters Ah who was taking advantage of the situation.

After wiping away the sweat from his forehead and looking at the reporters who had retreated in disappointment, the guard sighed in his heart: Reporter is so terrible, really.