The more Chrissy thought about it, the more excited he became. His eyes were shining brightly, as if he could vaguely see some kind of future. But because he had so many thoughts, he felt like he was in a mess, and he couldn't find a clear path.
The veins come out.
After a while, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Chu Heng with burning eyes, as if he was looking at his life mentor, and asked for advice in a low profile: "Tell me, what kind of news do people like to watch?"
Chu Jianxian is very pretentious, and he basically knows a little bit about everything. Even if he doesn't understand, he can pretend to know a lot and talk to people for a while. After hearing the words, he throws away the cigarette butt, picks up the tea cup to moisten his throat, and then starts talking.
He stood up and said, "We won't talk about it here, otherwise we won't survive for a few episodes. Let's talk about your side. What you just said was the people. I think you want to target the civilians. Right.
wrong?"
"Yes, yes!" Chrissy nodded hurriedly.
It was a comfortable chat today, no need to explain, it just made sense!
"That's it!"
Chu Heng pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "You people in the Citizen Country only like to watch so many things. They are nothing more than race, freedom, money, mystery, X, and the other thing is watching big shots being unlucky."
"You know Citi very well!"
Chrissy raised his eyebrows and looked at him in surprise as he had never been abroad before. He thought this was a bit magical, but he didn't go into it too deeply. After thinking about it for a while, he asked tactfully: "Then tell me, what if I want to
...Hmm...to create...a big news story, how should I start?"
Yo ho!
Your mop stick is very quick to get started with!
They actually know how to make news!
Chu Heng glanced at him sideways, and then started chatting again: "Hey, it's not easy to make news about Citigroup's nonsense. I'll give you an example first, and you can slowly study it yourself."
"Uh-huh!"
Chrissie quickly took out a pen and paper and started taking class notes.
Teacher Chu smiled and nodded, very satisfied with his attitude, and then carefully recalled a piece of news that he read later, and said with malice: "For example, when you see an African-American gangster shot to death by a white policeman, we don't care.
Who is right and who is wrong, just publicize that he is innocent, say in the manuscript that he had raised his hands and was shot by a racist, etc. In the follow-up, you can also advocate taking to the streets to protest and intensify this racial conflict, so as to
This center gave a lot of coverage and portrayed himself as a pioneer warrior against racial discrimination..."
"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."
Chrissy's eyes became brighter and brighter as he listened, and he felt that it was very useful. He took a pen and quickly recorded it in his notebook, as if he was listening to the holy words.
One of them dared to brag, the other dared to memorize, and time began to slip away quietly in this learning atmosphere.
In the blink of an eye.
Half an hour later, a middle-aged Caucasian man with fat body and thin hair hurriedly walked into the coffee shop carrying a bag. After looking around, he quickly came to Chu Heng and the others and asked breathlessly.
: "Chrissy, what kind of news is this? It costs 30,000 yuan to buy it!"
"Ah, oh!"
Krissy, who was concentrating on his studies, was stunned when he heard this, then calmly closed the book he regarded as a treasure in his hand, then picked up the paper bag that Chu Heng had put on the table at an unknown time and handed it to the man, confidently
Manman said: "Look at this, do you think it is worth 30,000 yuan?"
Seeing him acting like this, the man already gained confidence, but he still took it and wanted to take a look.
When he saw the first photo, his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly picked up the speed of his hand and flipped through the rest. Then he grabbed the photo tightly like Chrissy did before.
He couldn't wait to throw the bag in his hand on the table, as if he was afraid that Chu Heng would regret it: "There are 30,000 US dollars in the bag, please order some!"
"Hold on!"
Chu Heng, who was a little dry from what he just said, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, then took the bag, and in full view of everyone, he took out three wads of hundred-yuan bills, then immediately grabbed a wad of money and danced with his fingers.
Like a butterfly, they counted the banknotes quickly with the speed of two foreigners gaping.
"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."
In less than twenty seconds, this wad of money was checked by him, and he could even check whether it was genuine or not.
Let the two foreigners call God continuously.
"I don't know!"
Chu Heng curled his lips indifferently, grabbed another pile and continued counting.
This is a must-have skill for the old Chu family...
Xiao Ni can do more research than he does!
Why does he have the confidence to be proud?
While he was checking the money, a hotel waiter stood aside and secretly looked at him, his face full of excitement.
No more running!
He must be an enemy agent!
Otherwise, why would this foreigner give him money?
It’s just...are you too arrogant?
Do you think we are blind when we are doing ethnic restaurant business?
Or maybe... you want to play in the dark under the light?
It's normal for him to think this way. Individuals are not allowed to do business at this time. Who can get money from foreigners?
What is it if it’s not an enemy agent?
So, just when Chu Heng finished counting the money and the deal was about to be concluded, the waiter made a quick decision and turned to the hotel manager standing at the door and waved to indicate that he could take action.
The leader hurriedly shouted to several police comrades who had just arrived and were hiding nearby: "Comrade, it's time to go!"
"Walk!"
A male police officer in his forties with a weathered face hurriedly stood up from a chair and walked out quickly with four of his men.
When they arrived at the coffee shop, they went straight to Chu Heng and the others who were about to get up and leave. When they got there, they took out guns and put them on their heads.
The vicissitudes of life man stared and shouted loudly: "Don't move! Put everything down!"
The coffee-drinking guests around him were immediately startled and looked at him curiously.
"What are you doing?"
The two foreigners were also confused, but although they didn't realize what was going on, they subconsciously raised their hands, showing great racial talent...
"Don't be impatient!"
Chu Heng didn't know much about this matter. He gave the two of them a reassuring look, then looked seriously at the several police officers who were waiting for him, and said in a deep voice: "Who is the leader?"
"I am!"
The vicissitudes of life man looked at him coldly, glanced at the money on the table from the corner of his eye, and became even more convinced that something was wrong with Chu Heng.
"Go over there and have a chat."
Chu Heng didn't care at all about the muzzle on his head. He slowly stood up and pointed at an empty table not far away.
Seeing his calm and unhurried look, Vicissitudes of Man raised his eyebrows slightly and became suspicious again.
Is there a misunderstanding in this?
So, with this thought in mind, he agreed to Chu Heng's request and took this guy to the coffee table.
But the gun never left him.
Chu Heng reluctantly walked forward under his supervision, and when he was far away from the two foreigners, he said softly: "Comrade, I was ordered to perform a task. If you have any questions, please contact Mr. Meng from the xx department.
Just say my name is Chu Heng."
"Part xx?"
The vicissitudes of life man was stunned when he heard this. After looking at the handsome Chu Heng again, his tone became much gentler: "Then wait a moment."
With that said, he called one of his men to look after Chu Heng and then went to the lobby to make a phone call.
A few moments.
He came back with a strange look on his face. He first ordered his men to let the two foreigners leave, and then came to Chu Heng and apologized: "I'm sorry, comrade, this is all a misunderstanding. It has been confirmed over there that you are on a mission. You
You can leave now."
"It's okay. It's a good thing to be more alert."
Chu Heng patted him on the shoulder cheerfully, wiped himself and wanted to go back, take the money and leave.
"Wait a moment, comrade."
Seeing him go to get the money, Vicissitudes of Man said hurriedly: "Boss Meng has given instructions. The foreigner can leave, and you can leave too, but the money must be left behind!"
"I……"
Chu Heng looked like he was defecating.
Can you be a human being?
I work so hard, and I'm so busy, so co-authoring is all about making a contribution, right?
