After sending Gao Daquan away, Ling Cang was quite uneasy, feeling that he was about to become famous.
However, after two days, everything was as usual, and his life was not greatly affected. Ling Cang went to two newsstands near the school to inquire. One of them said that they had never heard of "Minghai News", and the other told Ling Cang Cang, this newspaper is not large in scale and has a very small circulation. Because it likes to use exaggerated writing to create some gossip stories, some people are quite disgusted with it. They did have this newspaper here in the past, but in the end it was not sold to readers. It was sold to a scrap collection station, so I won't go into it now.
Even becoming an Internet celebrity failed to change his life, and such a third-rate tabloid obviously could not, so Ling Cang decided to forget about Gao Daquan. Unexpectedly, two days later, school had just finished in the afternoon, and his classmates were packing their schoolbags. Daquan and He Xie unexpectedly came to the class door.
"Classmate Ling Cang..." Gao Daquan came over with a smile on his face and held Ling Cang's hand tightly: "Have you read our report?"
"I..." Ling Cang hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell the truth: "I didn't buy your newspaper,"
When Shen Fanlei saw a stranger coming into the class, she immediately reminded: "I'm sorry, if you have any questions, please communicate with our class teacher first, and don't enter our class casually."
"I'm a reporter," Gao Daquan magically took out a business card and stuffed it into Shen Fanlei's hand with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, we are not bad people,"
All classes are the same. Whenever school is over, there will be a lot of noise. When the students hear that a reporter has come to the class, they immediately stop making noise and cast curious glances.
"I know you may not be able to buy it..." Gao Daquan turned to look at Ling Cang, handed over a newspaper, and said: "That's why I specially brought a copy. I hope you can correct me."
This is indeed a hard-to-find copy of "Minghai News". The headline on the front page is "Righteous rich second generation denounces unscrupulous professor." There is not much written about the lawsuit between Ling Cang and Professor Ge, but a lot of pen and ink. It exaggerates Ling Cang's identity and background, making it even more exaggerated and bizarre than what Gao Daquan had fabricated before.
In Gao Daquan's writing, Ling Cang's father was an international financial tycoon and a domestic real estate king. He caused more than one stock market crash and caused housing prices to soar in many places.
Shen Fanlei took a few glances at the side and felt that if she understood this report from another angle, dragging Ling Cang's father out and shooting him ten thousand times would not be unjust.
As for Ling Cang himself, he felt that Gao Daquan was really amazing. He actually made up a Chinese version of Delta out of thin air without knowing anything about it. More than once, Ling Cang wanted to ask Gao Daquan: "Are you the CIA?" people,"
Gao Daquan said that Ling Cang himself was extremely miraculous. He took the first place in all the exams in the school. He was proficient in poetry, painting, music and various talents. His sports competition was even more amazing. He almost broke Liu Xiang's record in hurdles and almost caught up with him in basketball. Going to Yao Ming, he was almost invited to join the national football team more than once. The main reason why Chinese football is as bad as it is today is because Ling Cang has always refused to join.
But when Ling Cang saw this, he suspected that the little Ling's shoes in the newspaper were not him. He was normal. The one in the newspaper seemed to be sick. When he put down the newspaper, Ling Cang felt that the soles of his feet were burning.
The other students immediately understood what was going on. Huang Xianli stood on tiptoe and looked behind Ling Cang for a while, and then said to Liang Xiangyu: "You see how proud we are of Fiet, we can't bear to let it go..."
Ling Cang wanted to say: "Actually, I don't know how such a report came out..." But looking at Gao Daquan's earnest eyes, Ling Cang could only smile reluctantly.
The smile that fell in Gao Daquan's eyes was a sign of unpredictability and profundity: "The rich second generation with quality are very low-key, and that's exactly what classmate Xiao Ling is,"
After glancing down for a few more times, Ling Cang sighed, almost wanting to grab Gao Daquan's collar and ask: "What is in your head?"
"Classmate Ling, this report is quite true," Gao Daquan coughed, somewhat proudly on his face, because the sales volume of this issue of the newspaper increased by 50%.
Ling Cang also coughed, feeling that his lips were a little dry and his throat was a little salty. After a final glance, Ling Cang almost wanted to kill him. It actually said that he had affairs with many female stars.
"Classmate Ling," Gao Daquan looked at Ling Cang's face and speculated how reliable what he wrote was.
"Well, your report is well written," Ling Cang sat down and sighed: "But I don't like publicity."
"I'm just being realistic,"
"So, what do you want me to do now?" Ling Cang was a little helpless and had to change the subject, meaning don't talk about the past and just let me go in the future.
"It's like this. The editor-in-chief read this article and thought it was very good. He also said that people like Ling should leave us a signed message, otherwise it would be extremely regrettable," Gao Daquan said, taking out a pen and paper.
He looked full of expectation.
Ling Cang didn't know when this farce would end. He was a little tired of it. After picking up the pen, he asked, "The sales volume of your newspaper is good, right?"
Gao Daquan's face turned red: "We are a tabloid, barely making ends meet,"
Ling Cang was a little relieved and felt that it would not have much impact. There were endless rich people and all kinds of new things in the country. Guo Meimei was really awesome. Her legendary story about the rich second generation and her family was not particularly unusual.
, I guess people will just laugh it off after seeing it.
However, Ling Cang still regrets that he should not have accepted Gao Daquan's interview at that time: "What to write,"
"Classmate Ling is a genius. Of course he can write whatever he wants. However, we still count on Classmate Ling's pen to make a living, so..."
Ling Cang understood, and he wrote four words "please for the people" with a flying pen, and then signed "Ling Cang, a student of No. 1 Middle School".
Gao Daquan took a look at Ling Cang's handwriting, but saw that the iron hooks and silver strokes were vigorous and powerful, and he couldn't help but feel a little in awe. He knew better than anyone how the contents in the report were created, but Ling Cang's handwriting
In front of you, it's not fake at all.
These days, the characters written by people who look very glamorous are often as good as dogs. It is not easy for such a young person to write such good characters.
Gao Daquan didn't stay long and left immediately. The classmates swarmed over and asked about Ling Cang: "You were in the newspaper again,"
"Which media is it this time?"
"Why didn't I hear about what happened when?"
Ling Cang first won the first place in the Chinese Studies competition, and then became an Internet celebrity. Now the lawsuit with Professor Ge is making a fuss. The students have long been accustomed to having such an incredible classmate beside them, and they are not surprised by the arrival of Gao Daquan.
Very surprised.
Looking back when Ling Cang first arrived at this school, no one thought that this sharp guy would one day be so popular.
"Yeah..." Ling Cang cried and laughed: "Brother is in the newspaper again..."
After mentioning such a word to such a tabloid, Ling Cang was always worried about being recognized in the next few days. When he went out, he wore sunglasses, a windbreaker, the collar turned up, and a hat on his head. The Nazi Gestapo from time-travel.
However, after a few days, everything was calm and no fans came to Ling Cang for autographs. However, the police noticed that Ling Cang was acting suspiciously and checked his ID card several times. As a result, Ling Cang was not sure whether he was famous or not.
"Pleading for the people" is actually to make the people angry, but it is easier said than done. It is good that this tabloid can prevent the people from getting angry.
"Maybe their influence is really limited..." Thinking in his mind, Ling Cang called Dai Yunjie: "Is there any news about Ju Shui?"
"What a coincidence that your call came," Dai Yunjie paused and replied: "In the morning, Miyamoto Tatsuzaki just visited and he seemed very happy to learn that we agreed to cooperate."
"What else did you say,"
"No more," Dai Yunjie shook his head: "He only said that he would tell us in advance what actions he would take next to facilitate mutual cooperation."
"Okay," Ling Cang wanted to hang up the phone, but suddenly remembered Si Kongyou's words, so he told Dai Yunjie: "There is something you need to do right now, but it must be kept absolutely confidential. Apart from you and me, no one else can Anyone knows,"
"Wait a moment..." Someone next to Dai Yunjie walked outside and then continued: "Please give me the elder's instructions."
"I don't know how to contact Crouchen, so you should help me ask..." After a pause, Ling Cang said word by word: "Has the Cardinal ever sent an undercover agent to the Illuminati?"
"There have been, but they have failed."
"I need to know now if there is anything hidden deep and undiscovered,"
"Is this..." After a moment of hesitation, Dai Yunjie reminded him carefully: "Undercover things are very confidential. If there is one, you must at least be at the level of a cardinal to master it. With your and my level, it is a bit lower... …”
"I have never taken the position of elder very seriously..." Ling Cang smiled slightly and continued: "I just hope you can send a message to Crouchen. I recently encountered something that may involve As an undercover agent in the Holy See, if the Holy See trusts me, Krauchen had better contact me directly,"
"Okay," Dai Yunjie asked tentatively, "Can you tell me what it is?"
"Actually, it's nothing, but I'm a little suspicious,"
"Oh," seeing that Ling Cang was unwilling to say more, Dai Yunjie did not continue to ask, "Can I say a few words?"
"Say it,"
"I think there is no use in checking undercover agents. The Holy See certainly doesn't pay much attention to it. If we encounter him by chance and accidentally kill him, it will only be bad luck for him..." Sighing helplessly, Dai Yunjie added: "Because If this undercover agent really exists, it has really had no effect."