Lin Beichen's office.

"As for the overall idea of this interview, as well as the order of questions, you can tell me in detail. Lin Beichen poured a cup of tea, pushed it to Yang Qian'er, and sat down with a smile on his face.

The outline of the interview has been printed out by the assistant in two copies and placed on the desktop in front of Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen picked up a copy and handed it to Yang Qian'er.

"Good. Yang Qian'er nodded and picked up the outline.

Speaking of which, this interview was very important, but it was not so important that it needed to alarm the director to listen to the outline report.

However, Lin Beichen had this request, and Yang Qian'er could only tell him.

I said hurry up and finish it early, so that he could go to Bai Xiaosheng for an interview.

Yang Qian'er said in her heart.

These questions were all formulated by Yang Qian'er herself, and they have been revised several times, so she is extremely familiar with them.

As the chief reporter, she also collected and analyzed a lot of information about the interviewee, knew the other party's preferences, taboos, and habits, and guided her step by step from shallow to deep from the setting of the questions.

This interview outline may seem simple, but it's anything but simple. Yang Qian'er thought very comprehensively, and talked to Lin Beichen in one breath, her thoughts were smooth, and her voice was confident.

Lin Beichen clasped his hands together and supported them on his chin, his two blue eyes stared at Yang Qian'er, flashing with a focused and soft light, looking very focused and serious.

Yang Qian'er explained it and exhaled slightly, she was still very satisfied with what she said.

"Good, good. Lin Beichen paused for two seconds and praised, and suddenly asked, "What should you do if the subject of our interview cross-examines you in the third question?"

Rhetorical question: Journalists?

Yang Qian'er was stunned.

Indeed, this interview subject, in the course of previous interviews, had this situation, and it was in the live broadcast!

The guests' questions were sharp and clenched, which led to chaos on the scene, which was known as a live broadcast accident at the time. The reporter panicked and was eventually forced to make a substitution.

Fortunately, this incident did not happen to Zhongjing Media.

But what if this time, I am interrogated!

Yang Qian'er couldn't help but be a little frightened, and looked carefully at her third question.

"It's really not rigorous, and you can give the other party a chance to ask a rhetorical question. Yang Qian'er frowned slightly, seriously thinking about how to change.

Lin Beichen obviously had the answer, but he smiled silently, he liked to see Yang Qian'er like this.

A beautiful woman, when he was concentrating on work, that kind of temperament made him pound and infatuated.

"I thought it would be better for us to adjust like this. Yang Qian'er suddenly showed her face, jumped with joy, picked up the pen to write and paint, and read it to Lin Beichen.

"Okay, this problem is handled well!" Lin Beichen smiled, "However, there are still problems in the direction of the sixth question." ”

Yang Qian'er didn't know that when she was on vacation, Lin Beichen specially organized many times to discuss the outline of this interview and forcibly pick questions. Otherwise, how could he have casually pointed out so many problems in the outline drawn up by a chief reporter.

Lin Beichen is completely to show off his ability and charm with Yang Qian'er.

So, Yang Qian'er solved the problem, and Lin Beichen raised the problem.

The two even discussed it a few times.

When Yang Qian'er finished it all, she let out a long breath, glanced at the clock on the table, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah, it's been more than twenty minutes!"

Twenty-five minutes, to be exact.

"Director Lin, my friend. Yang Qian'er couldn't help but be a little anxious.

Bai Xiaosheng waited in the conference room for half an hour, he should be impatient.

"Look at what makes you nervous, your friend, what does it have to do with you. Fa Xiao, or a classmate, or an ordinary friend?" Lin Beichen smiled and asked casually while packing up the papers.

This is a personal question.

Yang Qian'er's eyes rolled slightly.

This Director Lin usually always shows his admiration for her, and has the intention of pursuing her, Yang Qian'er doesn't like his type, but she can't refuse clearly, after all, offending a director will be very troublesome.

Now. This is an opportunity!

Yang Qian'er's heart suddenly moved, and a thought couldn't help but pop out.

Under the ghost's mission, Yang Qian'er suddenly smiled, and the beauty of her smile made Director Lin a little excited.

"He's my boyfriend, introduced by his family. Yang Qian'er said with a smile, "Director Lin, the company's regulations do not allow the office to fall in love, but we don't belong to a small department, so it's no problem." In the company, there is a similar situation. ”

Lin Beichen's smile froze slightly.

"Oh, that's right...... It really doesn't matter. Qian'er, you go back and prepare for the interview first, and I'll talk to your friend later. Lin Beichen was quite restrained.

Yang Qian'er smiled, took the corrected documents, and walked out of the director's office.

Lin Beichen picked up the outline in front of him and knocked it on the table repeatedly, as if he wanted to poke it neatly.

As soon as Yang Qian'er went out, he slammed the document hard, his eyes couldn't stop being angry, and he gritted his teeth and read three words, "Boyfriend!"

Lin Beichen's jealousy swelled up.

It's strange that I let you in the company!

......

Zhongjing Media, General Manager's Office.

Song Changkong was in his private closet, rummaging through his tie. He is a strict and rigid person, and he is extremely strict with his outfits.

This time he had another confrontation with Ron of the Kaisen company, and he was cautious about the details of his dress, and Ron talked about color science last time, saying that he could judge his mood from the color of Song Changkong's tie.

This sentence made Song Changkong upset.

"Bastard Ron!" Song Changkong couldn't help but scold.

And that's not all.

Ron has a quirk that he will change his language at a critical moment when arguing about it, to put it bluntly, just like a Chinese person who is in a hurry and jumps out his hometown dialect instead of Mandarin.

The last time the translator was caught off guard and was directly put there.

What's even more hateful, Ron not only knows a Chinese language, but from time to time he will change to another Chinese language, regardless of whether you understand it or not.

In short, a difficult and hateful foreigner.

"This time, I have prepared two business negotiators, three translators, and I will be in charge myself. I'll see what tricks you can play!" Song Changkong couldn't help but mumble to himself, took out a tie, put it around his neck, and tried to tighten it.

At the office door, there were five sudden popping beetans, which was extremely urgent.

Before Song Changkong could react, the assistant hurriedly pushed the door in.

"Oh no, Mr. Song, Ron of Kaisen Company has arrived!"

Song Chang shook his empty hand and almost strangled himself with his tie.

"What's the matter, ahead of schedule?!" Song Changkong frowned, looking at his Rolex watch, a little angry.

He is an obsessive-compulsive and time-demanding. It took at least thirty-five minutes to arrive, but the other party arrived early!

How could the driver who picked them up make such a mistake!

"Ron got off the bus halfway, what did he say, he had to experience China's 'Da Da' taxi!" the assistant turned pale, "So he arrived first!"

"Shit, fuck off!"

Song Changkong couldn't help but burst into foul language, "What about our people, are they in place?"

"Business negotiator, stuck in traffic!" the assistant said in a panic.

"Why is there a traffic jam?!" Song Changkong couldn't stand this situation the most, and was a little crazy, "Quick, find someone to drag Ron for me!"

......

When Song Changkong roared.

A bearded, chubby foreigner walked to the door of the third conference room, stretched out his hand to push the door, and walked in with his feet raised.