Chu Qin sat on the chair opposite the desk, drinking tea slowly. He listened to Master's longing, but did not interrupt, but just looked at the tea leaves in the cup with his eyes hanging down. The curly Biluochun slowly stretched in the tea.

This master, who is nearly fifty years old, has been abroad in his early years and likes to show off his study experience to others. In those days, it was very good to be able to study abroad. In order to show his overseas status, the office made black tea every day. Western black tea would be filled with sugar, which was not good for the throat. Chu Qin never drank it. Every time he came over, his secretary would make him a cup of Biluochun.

"Then let him watch it when I'm recording the show. If I have time, I will watch his show." Chu Qin put down the teacup and said to the director with a smile.

Director Zhang was poached from local satellite TV stations, and he had some sense of superiority of TV media in his bones, so he didn't look down on the Internet media. Chu Qin felt that it was acceptable to say about the online affairs, but if he wanted to ask him to lead Chen Jiming, it would be a cross-border.

This is not an entertainment company but a TV station, and Chu Qin is not a middle-level and senior executive, and he has no obligation to teach his juniors. It is nothing more than Director Zhang who wants to sell Director Chen’s favor, so he sells it to him.

Master Zhang choked, and when Chu Qin watched Chen Jiming's program, the daylily was cold. A new program was about to be launched, but Chu Qin took the lead and did not have time to wander around elsewhere. But there was no mistake in this sentence, so he could only nod and respond: "Thank you for your hard work."

Chu Qin smiled and said nothing, got up and left the director's office. He took out a piece of paper from his pocket. It was the certificate issued by the police station last time. He had not handed it to the Human Resources Department. He called according to the phone number above, which was the office phone number of the police station. "Hello, I'll look for Xiao Gao."

Officer Gao Yunlong was the one who wrote him the proof materials last time.

"Ah, that's right. There are still some information to be signed by the police station proof person. The police station..." Chu Qin said in embarrassment, silent for two seconds.

The little police officer immediately made up for Chu Qin's embarrassment. The police station was really unfriendly to him last time, and he felt that his colleagues were a little too much, so he rushed to say, "Then I'll go out and sign for you."

Chu Qin's tone immediately became cheerful: "Ah, thank you so much. I'll wait for you on the first floor of Yuxiangyuan at noon, and I'll invite you to have a meal." Yuxiangyuan is near the police station, a little distance from the TV station, but not far away.

"It's not necessary to eat..." Xiao Gao quickly refused.

"I have time when I have lunch and I have to record programs in the afternoon. Just treat it as a meal with the people of the community to do good deeds." Chu Qin said this in a relaxed tone and hung up the phone.

At twelve o'clock noon, Chu Qin appeared on the first floor of Yuxiangyuan Hotel on time, sat on the last door-to-wind booth, and waved to the little police officer who came in in panic.

Xiao Gao was afraid of causing any trouble, so he changed into casual clothes.

Chu Qin handed Xiao Gao the menu to him for selection. The other party waved his hands repeatedly. He smiled and took it back, asked Xiao Gao for his taste, and ordered four dishes and a soup. Chu Qin often came here. When his colleagues couldn't stand the lunch box in the table, they would come here to have a working meal together. They were all home-cooked dishes and were not expensive, so that they could invite the upright little policeman over.

"Officer Gao..." Chu Qin smiled with a kind look on his face. The little policeman immediately stopped him and said that he was not a police officer, just ask him to call him Xiao Gao, "Okay, you should have just graduated. I'm a few years older than you..." He raised his hand and poured a cup of tea for the other party.

"How do you know I just graduated?" Xiao Gao was a little unhappy. Everyone could tell at a glance that he had just graduated, which made him suspect that he was acting immature.

"Last year, I heard from your bureau that one of you just graduated is about to be divided into someone who has just graduated." Chu Qin disagreed and continued to chat with him with a smile. This really made Xiao Gao feel better. So he talked to him about life in the police academy and knew some artists from military arts. When talking about the hardships of the military academy, Xiao Gao was very interested and took the initiative to open up the conversation.

When the dishes came, Chu Qin stopped talking and asked him to have a meal quickly. To make the other party relax and be happy when he wanted to talk in a word, he must first let the other party relax his vigilance, that is, to be happy. The best time for talking is when he is full, so Chu Qin will not ask random questions before he is full.

Braised lion head, stir-fried chicken wings, garlic broccoli, cold jellyfish head, and a bowl of cool and cool rock sugar and tremellia pear soup. They are all common dishes and are easy to eat. The little police officer who was on duty for the whole morning of the sun was already hungry, and he ate it sweetly with rice and lion head.

Chu Qin ate almost the same food, and stopping the chopsticks would make the other party feel embarrassed, so he pinched a chicken wing and ate it slowly: "Although college life is hard, it is the most relaxing, and I have never enjoyed it. I started to do programs in the prosperous era when I was in my sophomore year..."

While eating, Xiaogao listened to Chu Qin telling his struggle history, but it was not long. He talked about how he won the championship, how he came to the prosperous era, and how he fought for the show.

As a newcomer to the workplace, I was fascinated by the hearing.

"I think I treat people well, but... you also see..." Chu Qin sighed repeatedly and smiled bitterly, as if he was very confused and helpless about his current situation.

"I knew that your colleague was talking nonsense." After hearing the struggle history of the gold medal host, he was already worried about him, and when he heard this, he was indignant.

Chu Qin calmly chewed a bite of the chicken wings.

After a meal, Chu Qin asked everything he wanted to know. The police station asked someone to investigate the case, mainly asking about his interpersonal relationship status and whether he had any enemies. Some people told him about his relationship with Zhong Yibin and swear that he was kept. There were only a few people who were questioned by the police station. If you rule it out, you will know who it was.

Chu Qin stood in the distance and looked at the TV station building, curled his lips coldly, and stayed in the circle for seven or eight years. He was not a bullied standing.

"Brother Qin, I've eaten your watermelon." Back at the studio, Oda, who loves fruit, waved the watermelon peel in his hand.

"Didn't leave a piece for me?" Chu Qin walked over and knocked his head with a smile, "By the way, I was not here two days ago, and the police station called someone to ask, do you remember?"

Although Oda is a low-level venue, he is down-to-earth and willing to work hard. Teacher Liang gave him a task to record the attendance of the staff in Studio No. 1.

"Called Teacher Liang, Sister Xiaoxiao... Oh, Chen Jiming next door was there that day, and even called him." Xiaotian chewed off the red soil left on the melon peel in his hand, thought about it carefully, and said everything he remembered. Finally, he took out the small book that recorded the attendance from his butt pocket and checked it.

Chu Qin smiled slightly, patted Oda on the shoulder, and turned to record the show.

In the office of the president of Shengshi Entertainment, the manager of the media relations department stood at the table awkwardly: "The phone is indeed a public telephone. I have verified it. Several magazines don't know who the reporter is, so that person doesn't need to pay."

Zhong Yibin sat in the boss's chair, looking at the information in his hand, and ignored the person who was punished to stand and report.

The manager of the Media Relations Department quietly wiped his sweat: "President, you don't have to care too much about this. After all, Chu Qin is a host and not an artist, and the public doesn't care about this. The famous speaker on Baodao has come out publicly, and he is still the most popular host..."

"Bang!" Zhong Yibin threw the information in his hand on the table, leaned on the back of the chair and looked up at him, "You haven't figured out what the problem is." He knocked on the information on the table with two fingers. It was all about everything from selling photos of the hurricane to revealing the news that Chu Qin was stabbed on Weibo.

The manager rolled his eyes and suddenly realized: "You mean, someone is targeting Chu Qin?"

Zhong Yibin raised his eyebrows. In fact, he wanted to say that this is my baby. No matter how small it is, it is a big deal. Unexpectedly, this person said something more useful. He said "um" without comment, and Zhong Yibin pushed the information over.

The manager took it in his hand and looked it carefully again, and suddenly said, "President, are your other lovers taking revenge on Chu Qin?" According to the informant in the media, the one who called them was a young girl.

Zhong Yibin was startled and immediately restrained himself, so he did not fall off the chair: "What other lover?"

"I, I'm just guessing..." The manager said guiltily, and said quickly, and said what he was thinking.

When Chu Qin was recording the program, Chen Jiming was really watching it seriously. He even took a small book and lowered his head to remember it seriously. This episode was delayed because of the many situations, and after recording, it was already dark.

"Brother Qin, are you free at night? Can you have a meal with me?" Chen Jiming enthusiastically invited Chu Qin to have dinner with him and hinted that he would go if there were leaders in the station.

After taking off his makeup, Chu Qin took the hot towel and wiped his face. He looked up at Chen Jiming and said gently: "It's a coincidence that I made an appointment with someone tonight, so I'll make another day."

Chen Jiming pursed his lips. Unexpectedly, Chu Qin refused so easily, so he went out with him with a smile, and happened to meet Director Chen at the entrance of the TV station.

Chen Feng smiled and greeted: "Xiao Chu, let's have dinner together?"

It turned out that the leader he had made was his father! Chu Qin resisted the urge to roll his eyes and said the refusal again, and Director Chen seemed a little unhappy.

"I don't give you any face, so I have to see which big shot made an appointment with me?" Chen Feng said, pulling Chu Qin. As soon as he finished speaking, a cool sports car rushed over, braked accurately, and stopped in front of several people.

The automatic car door rose like a bird's wings. Zhong Yibin, wearing a suit and an elite head, walked down and glanced at Chen Feng holding Chu Qin's hand.

"So it's Mr. Zhong!" Chen Feng was a little embarrassed.

Chu Qin walked forward: "Didn't you let you wait at the gate? Why did it open?"

"It's raining outside, I'm afraid you'll be wet." Zhong Yibin's face was a little bad, as if he had suffered some grievance. He took Chu Qin into the car and walked three steps away. He couldn't help but put his chin on Chu Qin's shoulder and hummed.

Chen Jiming, who had never seen this scene, felt his eyes hurt a little; and Chen Feng, who had seen how the two of them got along before, had his eyes falling out.
Chapter completed!