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Chapter 1951 Give me smash

Facts have proved that goodwill that is easily obtained is never respected.

If it was the contact information they worked so hard to get, would they delete it without even saying a word?

Certainly not!

Xia Qingchen was too polite to them, which made them feel that it didn't matter.

"It seems that you have all added me and deleted my contact information, right?" Xia Qingchen's eyes were cold.

A group of editors look at me and I look at you, but no one can step forward.

They all regretted that they had been too hasty in deleting Xia Qingchen.

But what's the use of talking about this now?

They made it clear that they didn't want to cooperate with them.

After receiving the default answer from the audience, Xia Qingchen chuckled: "Very good! By the way, I will inform you that Tianxing City News Agency is prohibited from publishing any news related to me without my consent!"

"Understand?"

An editor suddenly became dissatisfied and refused to allow them to interview, but they endured it because they were wrong in the first place and someone took advantage of it.

At worst, Tianxing City won't do any exclusive interviews.

But isn't Xia Qingchen too overbearing?

Are they not even allowed to write ordinary news?

"why?"

Didn’t you write it?”

Several grumpy editors laughed angrily.

"Drink! There are still such stubborn people? We editors work under orders and we can write whatever we want. Do you have any control?"

"Without us editors, do you think your deeds could be spread?"

"Haha! I want to write it, and I want to write it in a bad light!"

When it comes to doing good things, the editors may not be able to do it, but when it comes to doing bad things, it is really easy. If you twist your mouth, good things can turn into bad things.

Xia Qingchen laughed: "You may have forgotten that I have another identity!"

In addition to being a teacher at Tianxing Academy, he is also the deputy captain of the police station and can mobilize some people.

The clamoring editors didn't care.

"Who do you think you are? You're just a vice-captain. What can you do to the news agency?"

"If you have the guts, come to the editorial office and see what you dare to do!"

"Let me tell you! The editorial office is a state institution. If you smash it, you will be put in jail!"



How can I be an editor? Once I don't agree with you, I will be more vicious than a robber and even threaten you in public.

Without saying a word, Xia Qingchen took out his telegraph device and contacted Deputy Palace Master Zhang directly.

"Xiao Xia, have you received the news?" Deputy Palace Master Zhang said pleasantly.

Xia Qingchen said: "Give me a soldier and horse."

"Ah? What are you doing?"

"Waiting outside the editorial office. If there is any report about me tomorrow, I will smash the editorial office immediately!"

Deputy Palace Master Zhang was surprised: "Why didn't you learn well? Did you also imitate Captain Lin and smash the editorial office?"

That aunt, how can you compare to her?

If someone smashes it, then it will be smashed. The editorial office can only swallow its anger and dare not let it go, because the person has a high status!

But if you go and smash it, you will be arrested by the superior police in a minute and sent to jail.

Editorial offices in various places are the mouthpieces of the country’s propaganda information. They are critical places. How can they allow people to act recklessly?

Xia Qingchen said: "I just ask you, do you want to send anyone?"

Deputy Palace Master Zhang scolded: "Don't mess around! There are rules for everything, don't mess around. If you have any difficulties, I will help you communicate, but not in extreme ways."

Just because he appreciates Xia Qingchen's talent doesn't mean he wants to indulge him in his wanton behavior.

Xia Qingchen said: "Okay, then I'll contact the prince myself. As a staff member he wants to hire, I can't even meet a small request."

"It's such a small thing that I can only trouble him."

Deputy Palace Master Zhang’s heart skipped a beat!

He just realized that Xia Qingchen has another identity - the prince's man!

After the public announcement, City Lord Duan left him behind. When talking alone, he once said that the Demon Eye Star Emperor relayed the prince's words and asked him to take more care of Xia Qingchen.

If Xia Qingchen is not satisfied and asks the prince for help, what will the prince think of Tianxing City?

He had just left, and Tianxing City allowed others to bully Xia Qingchen?

Deputy Palace Master Zhang held his forehead and had a headache: "This aunt Lin Qiunian has not left, and here comes another first aide to the prince! It's so difficult for me!"

After weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth and said, "How many people are needed?"

Xia Qingchen said calmly: "Smash an editorial office and beat a few people. It doesn't take many people. Just 1,800 police officers will do."

One thousand eight hundred?

Deputy Palace Master Zhang's eyelids twitched. There were only a few people in the editorial office, not even a hundred.

With a thousand men and horses, are they going to beat the whole editorial office up and down for ten rounds?

What kind of hatred is this?

However, there are hundreds of thousands of ordinary police officers scattered throughout the city, and it is still easy to draw out a mere 1,800 people.

"Okay, I'll send someone over right now."

With the final word made, Xia Qingchen put down the sky message device.

He didn't deliberately suppress his voice, so everyone present could hear it.

Glancing at them, especially the editors who made harsh remarks, Xia Qingchen turned around and waved his hand: "Remember my words, if you dare to report on me tomorrow, I will smash your editorial office immediately!"

The editors who made such harsh remarks were dumbfounded.

The other editors immediately complained.

"Zhang Ming, you did a good job!"

"Why are you shaking so hard? You made me anxious. Are you feeling better now?"

"Pig brain, we can still have a good talk without breaking up. Now if we make a fuss, well, don't even think about talking about it anymore."

"Tomorrow morning at the latest, the editors from the outer city will rush over. By then, there won't be anything wrong with us."

"If this continues, the news from the outer city will report on the legend of our city, but the news from our city will not mention it at all. Isn't this a joke in the industry?"



Editorial agency.

The police's actions have always been famous for their speed. Deputy Palace Master Zhang only put down a cup of tea on his telegraph device before a thousand policemen came from all around and surrounded the entire editorial office.

The few editors who were left to look after things had never seen such a big battle before, and they were all surprised.

Finally, the club owner was notified, and he was alarmed and rushed back.

When has the news agency been besieged by the police?

Still a thousand police officers!

What do so many people want to do when they gather around a small editorial office?

The owner of the club had a stern face and immediately contacted Deputy Palace Master Zhang. After getting through, he immediately asked: "What do you want to do? Are you searching your house?"

Unexpectedly, Deputy Palace Master Zhang was even tougher than her and shouted: "Then I have to ask what your editorial office did to make the prince's people furious!"

The club owner was startled, what kind of prince?

He immediately understood and said uncertainly: "You mean, Xia Qingchen?"

"Who else could be there besides him?" Deputy Palace Master Zhang said: "Old Huang, we have been friends for many years. I would like to give you a friendly advice: if you have done anything wrong to others, apologize as soon as possible. It will be too late to regret it.

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"It is true that people who belong to the prince have paved bridges and roads for him long before his arrival. If you insist on trying to make things difficult for him, then just ask for good luck."

The owner looked confused. What if the editor didn't treat Xia Qingchen?


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