Reporters from other fixed points rushed over, with Ding Qinyan not falling behind, skating quickly on inline skates.
“Make way, make way, not responsible if I bump into you!” she shouted along the way.
This tactic worked on reporters from other locations but was ineffective against the group waiting at the front.
She was anxious. No way! She must interview Wei Zhanyi, which was extremely important to her. As Wei Zhanyi was about to speak, she had a sudden inspiration and shouted, “Ah! Wang Jinde is holding a knife and charging from over there!” As expected, the reporters in front immediately turned, their eyes like radar, desperately searching.
“Where? Where?”
“Oh my! Make sure to hold onto that camera lens, it’ll be sensational!” Now’s the chance! She maneuvered through, rushing to Wei Zhanyi’s front, pressing her recorder and moving close to his mouth. Yes! Just in time to record his thoughts about the entire incident. He looked down at her; her burning gaze almost piercing through him, urging him to speak. His thoughts were very short, truly brief, just four words—
“No comment.
Wish?” he roared. “Let me tell you what a ‘sole wish’ is! I embraced my ideals and entered the journalism world, hoping to one day become the chief editor of a famous newspaper. I struggled for thirty years and ended up only managing to become the editor-in-chief of a second-rate magazine that can’t even be called ‘professional’, dealing with a reckless little brat like you—”
He forcefully wiped his “Mediterranean” head with a handkerchief. “Wanting to achieve your sole wish at twenty-three? Go back to dreaming!”
Just as he finished speaking, suddenly, an even more furious voice exploded from behind the crowd—
“The editor-in-chief I personally promoted is calling my magazine ‘second-rate’?”
Everyone turned around. Oh no! The big boss had arrived!
“Qing Yan, don’t fight with them anymore,” said Xiao Ke.
The news interview van was parked on the roadside. Xiao Ke and Qing Yan got out together, carrying heavy equipment.
“A second-rate magazine is a second-rate magazine, even the car is a piece of junk,” she looked at her watch. “You have thirty minutes to fix it, otherwise we’ll have to abandon the car and take a taxi to the interview.”
“We should… be able to fix it, right?” Xiao Ke’s tone was very uncertain.
