Chapter 931: Chapter 488: I Just Want to Be a Good Person. _2
“Boss, should we wait until after Angel’s appearance on the show to discuss this?”
“Sure, there’s no rush for this; I just ntioned it casually,” Victor said with a smile.
Casare took a deep breath in his heart.
Boss, don’t just say things lightly; one word from you, and we’re all running frantically!
…
May 18th, just an ordinary day.
No. 17 Asit Street in xico City, the building here is quite… old-fashioned, no, no, it should be said to have a heavy historical feel, with moss climbing on the walls.
But this is the location of the famous newspaper, the xico Vanguard.
The reporters of this newspaper are quite daring.
Private enterprise.
But during the US-xico War, it was basically at the front line. After capturing San Diego, the entrance and exit would probably be blocked to protect local residents and prevent enemy retaliation.
Yet Vanguard rushed in while so shootouts were still ongoing.
Their news van hit a land mine… Three died, two were seriously injured.
Logically speaking, that should be enough, but the boss is relentless, fully compensating with ex-gratia paynts and offering high prices for people to continue, courage rises even in the face of severe injury.
The xico Vanguard always manages to get first-hand information.
There’s no way around it…
Who can outdo their daring?
By being ruthless, they’ve made a na for themselves in the increasingly tense “paper dia” era.
And at this mont, the first floor is sparsely populated…
Most reporters have gone out to seek news.
Recently graduated news assistant Fao Wisbrook yawned, supporting his chin with his left hand, clicking the mouse, his computer displaying the xico Governnt Official Website.
What he has to do every day is find news on there!
Assistant, assistant…
It’s not human work.
Scrolling down casually, he sees a new appointnt.
“Angel Urenia appointed as the full representative for North Arican Affairs!”
His mouse had already moved down, but the word “North Arica” and the preceding na piqued his interest.
He’d never heard of such a person.
He clicked to take a look.
He saw a photo of a man wearing a tie, perfectly grood, but those stern lower-eyes made one shiver at a glance; he looked like a tough character!
Below was his resu.
Fao Wisbrook carefully glanced at it, suddenly seeing sothing, he shouted, “Ah!”.
Several colleagues lying on their desks raised their heads quickly.
A chubby colleague in a daze: “What happened? Is it ti to eat?”
Then, with a startled look, he saw a gust of wind “blow” past him, and that “wind” was shouting:
“Supervisor! Big news! Big news!!!”
Bam!
The supervisor’s office door was kicked open, and the chubby guy could see his supervisor inside shudder, nearly falling off his chair.
“Fao Wisbrook!!!” the boss roared from inside the office.
The startled colleagues outside cringed but still cautiously raised their heads to look.
Faces full of curiosity, big news?
What big news could it possibly be?
The President of the United States died again?
Uh?
Why “again”?
Five minutes later…
Fao Wisbrook inford his boss of the news he found, and the originally furious supervisor hurriedly opened the webpage, indeed found that sa page, and upon seeing Angel Urenia’s resu, his eyes lit up.
“Supervisor, isn’t it? We need to release it ahead of all our peers.”
“Yes, yes, but this one piece of news…” the supervisor hesitated.
“But this is super big news, at worst an entire page. The President’s Chief of Staff becoming the head of xico’s North Arican affairs, there’s definitely a deep story here. We can request an interview with him.”
“Supervisor, let go!”
Fao Wisbrook patted his chest.
“You? Can you handle it?” The supervisor looked at him with doubt. If it weren’t for his excellent academic performance and the state’s support for companies recruiting graduates, they wouldn’t have considered it.
The xico Vanguard wants wily veterans.
Of the 10 interns recruited, only Fao Wisbrook endured the internship period for various reasons, becoming a journalist assistant.
“Trust , supervisor.”
“But we have to request an interview, at least two days, and by then the news will be old.” The supervisor frowned, being sotis decisive, other tis overthinking.
Fao Wisbrook frowned, unwilling to let this opportunity slip away, hesitated, “Leave it to .”
“You?”
“How will you manage? Do you have soone in the National Palace? Or do you know this Angel Urenia?”
“Erich Ludendorff is my brother-in-law.”
“What Erich… huh?!”
The supervisor looked up sharply, eyes wide open.
As a news professional, he certainly knew xico’s big wigs; that’s the Army Chief, a significant figure.
The office fell silent.
Soon, Fao Wisbrook saw his supervisor’s face, as ugly as Franklin’s, force a smile, stand up, his voice wavering slightly, “Sit, sit, don’t stand.”
“No need, supervisor, ti is of the essence. Leave it to .”
“Okay, I believe in you; Fao, you’re definitely the next Hernandez Award winner. If you need anything, call anyti, I’ll ensure you have full support.”
The other party nodded happily, “Thank you, supervisor.”
He hurriedly ran to the door, and just as his supervisor was about to sit down with a sigh of relief, he saw him rush back in, his body straightening up as he stood, “Supervisor, please don’t tell anyone about my identity.”
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