Beijing, a newspaper office, editor-in-chief’s office.
The editor-in-chief looked at the photos brought by the reporter under his charge. In the photos, Jiao Yang was dressed in casual attire, wearing wide-frad glasses, and shopping at a supermarket. After flipping through a few, he lost interest, tossed the photos onto the desk, and frowned at the entertainnt journalist standing across the table.
"Is this the headline you captured?! What do you want to title it, ’Five years unseen, Prince CEO turns into a culinary god, personally buying ingredients to cook’?!
"It’s really hard to capture anything. I followed him for a week, and apart from work, he just went ho, not even visiting a nightclub. There’s nothing newsworthy to photograph," the entertainnt reporter who had not been in the industry for long cautiously defended.
"Gather up this garbage, I’ll give you another two weeks. If you’re unable to capture anything of value, just write your resignation letter." The deputy editor stood up.
"Deputy Editor!" The entertainnt journalist quickly gathered the photos and chased after him, "Please take a closer look, if not for a headline, it could at least be a sidebar."
"Enough!" The editor-in-chief impatiently waved his hand, causing the photos he held to scatter onto the ground, "With this ti, you’d be better off digging through his trash can, or even find sothing more revealing!"
Stepping forward, he noticed a photo by his feet and lifted his foot to bypass it. Catching sight of a woman’s profile at the edge of the photo, he paused slightly, then bent down to pick up the photo.
"Why is there a woman?"
"Oh, this was when Jiao Yang was shopping, and he happened to et her. They exchanged a few words. I thought there might be so connection, so I took a few shots. It seems to be just an encounter!"
"This woman..." The editor-in-chief carefully examined the photo in his hand, finding her profile strangely familiar, "Are there clearer photos?!"
"Let find it!" The young journalist quickly flipped through and handed over a more distinct photo of Luo Xiaoqian, "Take a look, this girl is really pretty. I really thought they were friends at the ti!"
The editor-in-chief took the photo, carefully looking at Luo Xiaoqian’s face, suddenly brightened, "I know her, she’s Luo Xiaoqian!"
"Luo Xiaoqian?!" The newcor entertainnt journalist looked over in confusion, "Who is Luo Xiaoqian?!"
The entertainnt industry is flooded with newcors, though Luo Xiaoqian once skyrocketed to fa, the silence of the last five years had long faded her from most people’s attention.
Five years is enough to change many things.
For example, this editor-in-chief was just one of those many journalists who wanted to sneakily photograph her back then.
Initially, when she announced her exit from the music scene, people tried every ans to get candid shots of her, but that gradually faded away.
Five years, the once fleeting glory she held was already forgotten by many, so much that this newcor journalist found her na unfamiliar.
"Who is she?!" The editor-in-chief looked at the woman in the photo who was still as beautiful as ever, "She was a legend five years ago!"
"A legend five years ago?" The young journalist shrugged, "What use is a fallen star?"
"If you knew who her man was, you wouldn’t say this." The editor-in-chief replied.
"Who?" The young journalist asked curiously.
The editor-in-chief slowly uttered a few words, "Emperor View Group’s President Leng Zimo!"
Upon hearing the na, the young journalist’s eyes went wide with surprise, "No way?! Can this photo make it to the headlines?!"
"Headline?!" The editor-in-chief chuckled, patting his shoulder, "Headlines aren’t enough. I’m planning to use this photo for a special edition. You go ho for now, tomorrow morning, co to the conference room for a eting. Next Monday, the ten-year special issue of our newspaper will rely on your photos to make a splash!"
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