"There is a recording here...you can take it and listen to it."

As Lan Feng's words fell, he handed the recording pen to a female reporter who looked a little honest and cute, and then quickly disappeared from everyone's sight with Wang Xiaoshuai.

"This group of slutty bastards."

In a dilapidated rental house, covered in wounds and bruised on his face, Wang Xiaoming sat at the old computer desk and looked at the extremely slanderous and aggressive entertainment headlines posted on the Internet. Angry voices came from his mouth.

He has worked in the Huayu News Agency and deeply knew how shameless these guys' methods were and how innocent Mi Wei'er was, but he could only watch and seemed powerless.

Although his angry resignation last night made him feel very happy, he is now facing the problem of finding a job again. With his identity and education, it is really difficult to find a stable and affordable job.

In a first-tier city like Suhai with high consumption, it is a big problem to support yourself.

He looked at the overwhelming smearing news on the Internet, picked up the only two bills left in the worn wallet next to him, and fell into hesitation.

The money he saved was mailed back to treat his mother in his hometown. Now the only little money left is only enough for his less than five days of expenses. He was hesitating whether to go out to find a job to try his luck or write an article to distinguish, cheer up and uphold justice for his goddess Mi Weier.

After a moment, Wang Xiaoming sighed softly. He was defeated by reality and could write about the articles at night.

He put on his clothes, washed up, and was about to go out to find a job, but at this moment, a news pop-up in the lower right corner of the computer screen popped up, attracting Wang Xiaoming's attention.

When Wang Xiaoming clicked on the news pop-up, an endless anger broke out in his heart, making his fists clenched together at this moment, and then he punched heavily on the old computer desk: "These damn bastards."

"Squeak..."

The old computer desk was punched by Wang Xiaoming, as if it could break any time, and became shaky and made an overwhelming "creaking" sound.

"If I don't expose your crimes today, I will not believe in the king."

As Wang Xiaoming finished his words, he quickly stretched out his palm to stabilize the computer desk, and then threw the clothes in his hand onto the wooden bed beside him. Then Wang Xiaoming opened the document in front of the computer, and started a series of typing on the keyboard, titled "My Journalist Career".

[ps: Because it is difficult to split the two chapters and get them together, but there are still a few hundred words missing, and they will be added one after another.

It was so cold today. It was snowing in Chongqing. There was no heating here. There was no air conditioner at home. After the code was finished, my hands and feet were cold and frozen into a dog. I couldn't afford to hurt. Everyone must be careful to keep warm and don't catch a cold.
Chapter completed!