Chapter 883

"Go! Go back and write A reporter was in a hurry and ran to the newspaper with his colleagues.

The rest of the reporters who were waiting were also suddenly enlightened.

Now the news is to seize the timeliness, who can get the exclusive report the fastest, who will seize the opportunity, seize the money.

Therefore, there is no need to personally prove whether Wang Yong is really dead or not. Report it first!

It's a big deal to add a conjecture to the text!

Hua La, more than a dozen reporters ran to their cars like crazy. There are also people holding the phone to inform the leaders of the newspaper, who want to be the first to report this matter.

Only a thin young man in the crowd looked scornful.

It's Kim Chung Yun.

I don't know why, he didn't hate Wang Yong too much. On the contrary, he liked Wang Yong.

He thinks that Wang Yong can't die. Wang Yong must have gone through other channels, or he is still staying in the National Institute of technology.

So he's not in a hurry to report it. He's waiting for a different exclusive.

However, more than ten minutes later, the people at the gate of the National Institute of technology were almost scattered, and they didn't see Wang Yong come out.

It seems that Wang Yong is really dead.

"No way." Kim Chung Yun murmured, with a thick disappointment on his face.

"Oh, isn't this Jin zhongyun? He hasn't left yet? Ha ha, is the exclusive news source of your newspaper broken? What a pity! But I also sympathize with you, betraying the self-esteem of a South Korean and begging for mercy from an outsider. As a result, only less than a week's success has been achieved, and then your newspaper will be in bad luck! " The last peer reporter at the scene sneered mercilessly.

It's Chaoyang daily.

Since Jin zhongyun's newspaper successfully won the first place in the circulation of Chaoyang daily, the employees of Chaoyang daily have hated Chang Xiu's newspaper.

At the moment, when I see Jin zhongyun, I can't wait to step on him.

He had a notebook in his hand, but he finished the latest report directly at the scene. Now the news of Wang Yong's death has been reported on the website of Chaoyang daily.

It's a lot faster than the others.

"Well, more than 60000 people have visited it in a short time. Zhong Yun, what about your newspaper? Let me see... "The reporter of Chaoyang daily opened the website of jinzhongyun newspaper with a sneer.

Only on the crude website, the top is the news of a few days ago.

Yushan theory and hacker war.

Although both of these events were very popular for a while, they were long overdue. Now there are very few people who pay attention to this.

"Tut Tut, this website UI, my third grade nephew can do better than this. I'll look at the number of views again. Wow, there are so many, more than 10000 people! "《 The reporter of Chaoyang daily deliberately pulled more than 10000 people into a long tone.

Jin zhongyun's face flushed with ridicule and could not say a word.

Strictly speaking, he is still an intern, and the school he graduated from is also a poor primary school. College students like him are all over the street. In fact, he cherishes his present job and works hard.

But after all, the lack of experience, in the face of the old reporter's run, no reply. Moreover, the news of Wang Yong's suspected death was not sent back at the first time.

This is actually a reporter's taboo.

Ding Lingling, at this time, Jin zhongyun's mobile phone suddenly rang.

Jin zhongyun quickly connected, but it was the leader of the newspaper.

"Jin zhongyun, what's the matter with you? Didn't you go to the South Korea Institute of technology in the early morning? Why is it that the news of Wang Yong's death has been reported by other media, while our newspaper still knows nothing about it? I need an explanation! If you can't explain clearly, don't come to work tomorrow! " The leader yelled directly.

Jin zhongyun hesitated for a long time, and finally squeezed out a few words: "I... Don't think Wang Yong will die, so I'm still waiting."

"Don't you think? who are you? God? How can you judge the facts! Remember that you are a reporter, your task is to collect news material, the first time feedback! Our newspaper is now in transition and on the rise. Do you know the importance of this news to us? If the news of Wang Yong's death is still our first time report, we will create a myth in the industry! People will also think that we are the most professional and fastest! It's a pity... Alas, I'm so angry. Your salary will stop this month. Reflect on it

Jin zhongyun was extremely bent, and his eyes were filled with a strong color of dissatisfaction. Can we ignore the facts in order to grab a headline? What's the difference between such news reports and sensationalism?

According to his previous character, I'm afraid he will just swallow his anger and hang up the phone. But today, I don't know why, his heart suddenly gushed a gas, loudly to the newspaper leader: "I still think Wang Yong is not dead! I still insist on my own judgment! No salary, no salary, no money! But what if I'm right? Will you give me a thin red envelope or a mild compliment? "

On the phone, the leader of the newspaper office was choked by Admiralty: "if you guess right, I will give you the biggest performance award this year! But it's wrong. Not only one month's salary will be deducted, but you have to get out of here! "

"Good! It's a deal! " Admiralty hung up.

After listening to Jin zhongyun's conversation in silence, the reporter of Chaoyang daily beside him said with a smile: "have you been disciplined by the leader? you deserve it If I have employees like you, I'll teach you! Come on, I'm going back to collect the prize money. You can spend it here slowly. "

With that, the reporter of Chaoyang daily turned around and left.

After two steps, he suddenly turned back and said, "by the way, if you are fired, come to Chaoyang daily to find me. Our newspaper is still short of a toilet cleaner. It's guaranteed to earn more than you do now. "

"Thank you. Leave it to yourself." Jin zhongyun hit back.

The reporter of Chaoyang daily laughed and walked away.

There is no one left at the scene, only Kim Chung Yun himself.

Jin zhongyun looked at the open space, a time also some Lengshen.

Is he really wrong? Is Wang Yong really dead?

It seems that I not only failed to win the performance award of 16 million won (100000 RMB), but also had to prepare for the next job.

"Alas Jin zhongyun sighed and sat in the shade of the forest, his face dark.

"By car?"

At this time, a voice suddenly rang out in Jin zhongyun's ear, which made him jump from the ground.

The sound is

Wang Yong!

Jin zhongyun looks at the source of the sound in a hurry, and really sees the person who has become his lucky star!

"Wang... Teacher..." cried Jin zhongyun in clumsy Chinese.

Wang Yong nodded with a gentle smile and asked again, "did you come by car?"

Jin zhongyun replied in a hurry: "yes, but it's just a very broken minibus."

Minibus is the official name of Huaxia minibus, which is quite rare in South Korea, a big automobile manufacturing country.

And this is the news car that the newspaper distributed to Jin zhongyun. We can see how poor Jin zhongyun's treatment is.

"Oh, just carry people. Come on, take me back to the hotel. " Wang Yong didn't agree.

Jin zhongyun restrained his excitement. Instead of asking Wang Yong in a hurry, he calmly led Wang Yong to a small broken car by the road.

Wang Yong took the great fortune furnace wrapped in Daofu and sat in the back row.

Jin zhongyun takes a cautious look around and makes sure no one else finds Wang Yong's trace. Then he gets on the car and starts the car.

Then the car drove to the small hotel where Wang Yong lived.

At the moment, the Internet in South Korea has exploded.

The news about Wang Yong's suspected death in Chaoyang Daily has quickly become the headline of today, and the number of hits has also been increasing, rapidly breaking millions.

Plus other media reprints, it is estimated that the total number of hits will be more than 20 million or 30 million.

In other words, half of the people in South Korea saw the news!

All South Korean netizens are as jubilant as they are celebrating festivals.

"Teacher Jin is powerful! Sure enough, Jiang is old and spicy. Master Jin pinched the flea to death

"Although I feel very happy, it is said that master Jin also broke an arm! This Wang Yong is really hateful. Can't he die well? After master Jin's recovery, his kung fu is expected to go backward. "

"Master Jin has proved himself with this battle. It doesn't matter if his kung fu can't retreat. He is a patron saint in South Korea! Who dares question him? "

"You're very excited about the discussion, but didn't you think of a serious problem? It's a crime to kill someone in a martial arts contest, even if there is a life and death certificate signed before. Master Jin won't be taken to jail, will he? "

"I'm afraid it's too late for the president to be happy. He can't really catch master Jin. I'm sure it's just acting. It won't be long before it's released. The key is that master Jin has played the prestige of South Korea! Now the shopkeepers don't jump any more? "

The news was sent back to China.

Chinese netizens are in an uproar.

No one would believe that Wang Yong was dead.

"Teacher Wang is dead? Impossible. It must be fake news made up by Bangzi

"I saw the live broadcast. Mr. Wang was very powerful. How could he lose to Bonzi? I don't believe it! Live to see a person, die to see a corpse, South Korean media do not even have a picture, how can we conclude that Mr. Wang is dead? "

"I seem to see the tragedy of Huo Yuanjia repeat itself. If the news is true, it is definitely Mr. Wang's trick. I strongly urge the state to intervene in this matter! "

Ordinary netizens doubt that people who know Wang Yong are frantically dialing Wang Yong's mobile phone.

Feng Kui, Shao Zi, Qin Zheng, Ziyu Fengqing, Zhong Xin and so on

But no one can get through, as if the phone is no longer answered.

"Long Lin!" Spoon knuckle raised, almost pinched the mouse crack.

"Miss Wang!" Zhong Xin's small face is painful and his eyes are full of tears.

"Younger martial brother!" Qin Zhengchang took a breath. Although he still didn't believe it, his eyes turned red.

"Contact the people in South Korea, I want to know the authenticity of this news immediately!" The son jade breeze is clear, the eyes are cold, give an order.

The news of Wang Yong's death is like that hair, which instantly pulls people and things related to Wang Yong into a chaotic network.