As a journalist, as a host, she felt she owed the public the truth. If a journalist can't give the public the truth, what right do they have to sit in front of the cara? Eventually, she complied with the arrangent and transitioned from a well-known program host to a front-line journalist. She braved the elents daily.
June 13, an ordinary day. Mu Bai was still working outdoors, she and the caraman were squatting in a shack on a construction site, holding fast-food box als.
"Mu Bai, I think there's sothing off about your personality," teased the caraman working with her, laughing, "If you keep this up, I'm afraid you'll end up carrying the cara like ."
"What do you an by 'off'?" Mu Bai flicked her ear-length short hair.
"You should go with the flow, not chase after the truth deliberately," the caraman said, taking a drag of his cigarette, laughing.
"Nonsense," a coldness crossed Mu Bai's face, she retorted, "As a journalist, if we don't provide the public with the truth, if we don't offer society an explanation, what right do we have to call ourselves journalists? What are our duties? To be diligent and dedicated, to offer tily reports, to tell the public the truth, to give society an explanation. Have you forgotten all that?"
"Of course I haven't forgotten." The caraman smiled and said, "But, is the truth really that important?"
Mu Bai suddenly paused, for she found herself at a loss for words to counter his.
"But I am a journalist," Mu Bai said quietly.
"Yes," the caraman nodded, "What is life about, if not to live better? To live more vibrantly? Journalists are people too."
"I see your point," Mu Bai nodded, smiling, "As long as I promise Director Zhao that I won't stir up trouble, I could quickly return to my previous position. But..."
At this point, Mu Bai fell silent.
Monts later, Mu Bai solemnly continued, "But, I am still a journalist at heart."
"Alright." The caraman chuckled, "Mu Bai, that's why I admire you. And why other caran don't want to work with you, but I always do. Your integrity moves ."
"Thank you," Mu Bai smiled.
Just then, a familiar and yet strange car drove up, stopping in front of them. As Mu Bai wondered, a familiar figure jumped out of the car.
"Lin Chuan?" Mu Bai exclaid.
"Journalist Mu, long ti no see," Lin Chuan smiled.
"I'm no longer a host now; I am now a front-line journalist," Mu Bai smiled.
"Oh, really?" Lin Chuan paused, "I haven't watched TV for a while. But, this transition from host to journalist, is it a promotion or a demotion?"
"You didn't co here just to mock , did you?" Mu Bai asked curiously.
"Of course not." Lin Chuan shook his head, "I ca to provide you with a major news clue."
"What?" Mu Bai, eager, quickly set aside her box al and asked, "What news clue?"
"Long Wu's death, you know about it?" Lin Chuan inquired.
"Hmm. Do you have a clue?" Mu Bai was imdiately overjoyed, knowing that if this ssage could lead to a breakthrough or any other clues, it would definitely amount to major local news for Jiangbei City, a scoop that could increase her bonus significantly this month.
"Of course!" Lin Chuan nodded, "But, such a big news clue, shouldn't there be so token of appreciation?"
"What do you want?" Mu Bai frowned.
Normally, for providing news material, one could get a reward ranging from fifty to two hundred yuan. However, Lin Chuan, being quite well-off now, probably wouldn't care about a re two hundred yuan. Of course, if it's genuinely significant and sensational news clue, the reward could be increased, up to fifty thousand yuan. This would need negotiations with the TV station.
"How about a al? That's not too much to ask, right?" Lin Chuan smiled.
Mu Bai hesitated for a mont, touching her pocket.
The action was sowhat shy, adding a coquettish touch to this sharp woman.
In fact, Mu Bai was also a pretty attractive woman, which is why she could beco an indoor host for the TV station's program. Dressed in a white t-shirt and lightly faded jeans with a few holes, she exuded a kind of wild beauty. The bulging white t-shirt gave a glimpse of her substantial figure underneath.
Mu Bai's program in Jiangbei City was actually quite popular. Much of this had to do with her looks. If not for her over-dedication, Director Zhao wouldn't have the heart to remove her from her position.
"What's the matter?" Lin Chuan chuckled, pulling out a USB flash drive from his pocket, "The information I provide all cos with video evidence; it's not just empty talk."
"I…" Mu Bai felt awkward.
To be honest, she was indeed out of money. The savings from her ti as a host had been spent, annually donating to two children and also contributing to charity projects. Since this year began, she hadn't received any salary, as Director Zhao intentionally withheld her salary to force her to capitulate, admit her mistakes, and thus return early to indoor hosting. But Mu Bai was stubborn; lack of money didn't bother her at all, and she refused to admit any wrongdoing.
Mu Bai felt a bit awkward, at that mont, the caraman hastily said: "I'll pay, I'll pay."
Mu Bai gratefully glanced at him.
"That won't do." Lin Chuan shook his head, saying: "This material is sold exclusively to Journalist Mu, not to you."
"Then can I borrow money from him?" Mu Bai said angrily.
The caraman hastily pulled out a few crumpled bills and handed them to Mu Bai. Mu Bai glanced at Lin Chuan and said, "Let's go, what do you want to eat? It's my treat."
"Tsk tsk..." Lin Chuan looked Mu Bai up and down, this woman was tall and shapely, really a fine figure, with perky buttocks and long legs, truly top-notch artillery.
Mu Bai felt sowhat guilty under Lin Chuan's lecherous gaze, she repeatedly said: "Are you coming or not?"
"Let's go!" Lin Chuan nodded.
Afterward, Mu Bai got into Lin Chuan's car and then drove away.
Lin Chuan chose the place, unexpectedly, he directly set it at the comrcial center of Jiangbei City, even more, at a French restaurant on the eighteenth floor of the Jiangbei Building. When they reached the entrance of the restaurant, Mu Bai was stunned.
"Are you crazy?" Mu Bai hurriedly said: "A al here costs at least seven or eight hundred, I don't have that much money."
Lin Chuan laughed: "Journalist Mu, you are a well-known TV host, don't you even have this small amount of money?"
"I... I didn't bring it." Mu Bai's face turned red.
"It's fine if you brought your card." Lin Chuan dragged her inside.
After sitting down, Mu Bai glanced at the nu, although it was all in English, she recognized everything. The prices on the nu were expensive, even a glass of red wine was two hundred and thirty-eight yuan. This wasn't eating a al, this was clearly eating money. But to obtain the material from Lin Chuan, Mu Bai decided to endure it. She touched the five hundred yuan in her pocket, clearly not enough. It seed, she could only overdraw her credit card.
The credit card had already been overdrawn by several thousand, if her salary isn't issued next month, she probably wouldn't even be able to repay her credit card, and would only end up drinking the northwest wind.
Lin Chuan ordered several items in one breath, Mu Bai quickly estimated, just Lin Chuan's orders alone exceeded eight hundred yuan.
"What will you eat?" Lin Chuan asked.
"I... I'm full." Mu Bai hurriedly said: "I already ate when I was at the construction site."
"Just that?" Lin Chuan frowned, saying: "Is that enough? And you barely had a few bites."
"I'm really full." Mu Bai said awkwardly.
"This won't do, being skinny is one thing, but if your chest shrinks too, then it's not worth it." Lin Chuan stared at Mu Bai's chest.
"..." Mu Bai was speechless, she hurriedly covered her chest with her hands.
Lin Chuan pointed at the nu, saying: "Get all of these."
The waiter took note.
"You ordered too much." Watching Lin Chuan order, Mu Bai almost wanted to cry. All these items, were simply overwhelming. The total for both of them almost exceeded sixteen hundred. This much money would consu half her monthly salary for a al. If the salary was issued it would be fine, but if not, next month she might really be drinking the northwest wind.
"Not too much." Lin Chuan smiled: "Eat more."
"Lin Chuan, where's the video, let see it." Mu Bai didn't bother to argue with Lin Chuan, if she could get a major news material today, everything would be worth it. Even if she were to drink the northwest wind next month, she would accept it.
Lin Chuan was straightforward, he imdiately took out a USB drive from his pocket, then smiled and said: "Take a look."
Mu Bai hastily took out a compact laptop from her bag and plugged in the USB drive. She excitedly opened the video, it was a scene of the Northeast Tiger confessing directly to the cara with a large group of people that Long Wu was killed by him. Considering the surroundings and so many people around, it seed this wasn't coerced.
"Perfect." Mu Bai was instantly overjoyed.
"How is it? Worth the al money, right?" Lin Chuan casually asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes." Mu Bai nodded repeatedly.
Just as she was excitedly preparing to copy the video segnt, Lin Chuan stopped her, he directly pulled out the USB drive, then said: "What? You haven't even eaten yet, and you intend to copy the content? What if you don't acknowledge it later, wouldn't I have to pay?"
"You!" Mu Bai got anxious: "Don't damage the USB drive, it would be troubleso if the data gets lost. Could I really owe you just this al?"
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