There was nothing else on the scene, just the colleagues in the press were eating, drinking and having fun together, focusing on leisure and relaxation.

A few news masters will speak, bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, say a few exclamations, and praise the journalists who have achieved success in the year, even if they are done.

As newcomers to the press, she and Qin Wanqing also participated this year.

Qin Wanqing had already pulled her to discuss what clothes she would wear a few days ago.

Why did it suddenly get started?

"What, have you planned what clothes to wear?" Shu Ge smiled.

Qin Wanqing's expression was very serious: "Do you know? I just heard that Zhu Liuyun will participate this time."

Shu Ge's face moved: "Aren't she still recovering from the hospital?"

"Yes, but I heard that the organizer of the annual meeting invited her. She plagiarized the manuscript of your drug lord transaction case. She became famous not long ago and was retaliated for this. Many people sympathized with her and thought she was like a heroine, so they asked her to give a speech! When she heard this, let alone being injured, she had to force herself to participate even if she was disabled. This is an opportunity to become famous in the domestic press! Shu Ge, what are you going to do? Just watch Zhu Liuyun show off his power at the annual meeting, gain sympathy, and become a role model in the eyes of journalists across the country?"

Shu Ge's eyes were condensed.

That's right.

Zhu Liuyun’s thieves his manuscripts are not over yet.

Unfortunately, her draft was gone, and all the evidence was destroyed by Zhu Liuyun.

I can only find other evidence.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Qin Wanqing whispered: "Little Shushu, if you feel you don't like it, don't go."

"Go, why don't you?" Shu Ge smiled brightly, stood up, scratched her nose: "Remember to dress up that day. If you don't be too beautiful, don't recognize me!"

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Annual Press Conference.

In the evening, Shu Ge and Qin Wanqing tidied up their clothes and drove to the annual meeting site.

This year, the organizer arranged the Star Hengda Hotel, located in the suburbs of the city, with a very wide space and suitable for such multi-person banquets.

Not long after the annual meeting began, the lights dimmed.

The news practitioners on the scene also calmed down.

The organizer, a famous news tycoon in the country, and the editor-in-chief of a domestic first-level magazine came on stage and began to deliver a speech.

Finally, he said:

"...This year, many excellent colleagues have emerged in the domestic journalism industry. For example, the on-site pursuit of the drug transaction case not long ago was a secret visit by a colleague of the Yi website, one of our largest portals in China. For this reason, the reporter was retaliated by the criminal group and almost lost his life. Fortunately, the reporter's injury is healed a little, so we specially invited this excellent colleague to attend our annual meeting. Next, I would like to ask Miss Zhu Liuyun of the Yi website to come on stage to express our thoughts for us..."

There was a clapping sound immediately in the audience.

A beam of chasing light hit the audience.

Zhu Liuyun was sitting in a wheelchair, with gauze wrapped around her head, plaster hanging on her left hand, and a little bruised on her face.

He looks a lot haggard, but he looks even more sympathetic.

At this moment, she was wearing a white dress with a literary atmosphere and a bit of pity for weakness. She was pushed to the stage by the staff.

The eyes of the audience were all focused on her, including encouragement and sympathy, just like watching a hero return.
Chapter completed!