Yu Xiangling rejected the military's suggestion to use military airships to escort. She did not want any mistakes in her plan. The civilian route from Chiyo to Kyoto had been reopened. Yu Xiangling took the video memory card close to her body and returned to Kyoto.
Standing on the land of Kyoto again, Yu Xiangling took a deep breath. The light blue baseball uniform and elegant tight trousers made her figure more slender and smooth, but the federal daughter had not cared about these for a long time. , when I was working on the front lines of the battlefield, I would sometimes not be able to wash my face for several days in a row, and my meals would only consist of a few pieces of compressed high-energy food. Calories, diet control, and reasonable combinations were all meaningless. However, Yu Xiangling was still a little excited when she thought about seeing her parents soon and eating home-cooked food. She lowered the brim of her baseball cap and walked out of the shipping center quickly.
"Dad, I'm back." When she opened the door, she still looked familiar to Yu Xiangling. Her mother was cooking in the kitchen, and her father was wearing reading glasses and carefully drawing something on the newspaper with a pen. He always resisted using high-tech means to Treat presbyopia and call it the natural law of aging. Newspapers have long been not widely accepted by people. Smooth communication in the high-speed information age and various electronic media have made newspapers a paper media with very few publications.
"Huh?" Dad Yu was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound of pushing the door. Only three people can open the fingerprint system of this access control. Seeing his daughter's figure, Dad Yu smiled: "Why are you back?" At the same time, there was a stone in his heart. Landed.
"Work arrangements, stay for a few days." Yu Xiangling didn't want her father to know too much, which would make him worry. What she wants to do is question the real power of the military and the federal president, but she has no regrets. On the front of the newspaper on the table is a large photo of the Confederate daughter - "Battlefield Rose". From this aspect, paper media means more to Dad Yu than electronic media.
"Eat first. Eat first." Yu's mother ran out of the kitchen and looked at her daughter carefully. She was darker, thinner, and much more tired than she looked on TV. The original firm opposition had to be compromised due to her daughter's insistence. Yu's mother only hoped that her daughter could get married and have children like a normal woman, instead of being a war reporter whose "life hangs on a thread" like she is now.
But Yu Xiangling did not enjoy much warm and comfortable time. There was a call from the station, asking her to go to Shuangmu in the evening, and the station director would take care of her. This made Yu Xiangling slightly surprised and wary. Although she is already the leading war correspondent in the station, she has very little communication with the station director. It is unlikely that the station director will work exclusively for a reporter. Moreover, she has heard of Shuangmu. According to her salary, there is no way to work there. Unable to consume.
Shuangmu¡¯s high-rise revolving restaurant. Kashima has no intention of watching the night view of Kyoto, as the director of the Federal News Channel. His career has reached its peak in the eyes of outsiders. But only he himself knows that in that real circle, he has just begun. There is an opportunity right in front of him for him to jump out of the federal news station, and perhaps find a position in the Federal National Information Service. That is the real ladder to the sky.
"Xiaoyu, today I mainly want to cleanse you from the wind and dust." Kashima stood up. He raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp: "I'll do it first as a token of respect. You have made great contributions to our news station." Yu Xiangling quickly stood up with her, practicing basic table manners. But she was even more alert in her heart. Yu Xiangling was not the only one on the news station. It didn't make sense for the station director to make such a big fanfare.
Kashima had a dream of the General Information Administration in his heart. As long as he ensured that Yu Xiangling's interview in Meklin could be broadcast on time and in the specified time period, he would have made a contribution. Although the credit was a bit unclear, Lu Dao The island must be confirmed to be foolproof. Concern leads to chaos, so he cleverly called Yu Xiangling over in the name of catching up with her, accompanied by some colleagues from the news department.
"Xiaoyu." Kashima was kind and considerate: "The news video has been recorded. Do you want me to review it for you? You are quite tired during this period."
Although it was low-alcohol white wine, Yu Xiangling still felt a little drunk. But after hearing Kashima's words, Yu Xiangling suddenly sobered up and suddenly said in her heart: "It is indeed like this."
"It's okay, I'm ready, and my colleagues from the Military Propaganda Department have also reviewed it." Yu Xiangling told a little lie. If the video was handed over to Taili, her plan would be in vain. When Kashima heard this, although he didn't get the news video, he was still relieved. Even the military department had reviewed it, so there should be no problem. Yu Xiangling thought that Kashima wanted to confirm Luoyang's "promotional" video, but Kashima actually didn't know this. The information he got was only guaranteed to be on time. He didn't need to know about Meckling's lieutenant colonel, the military's cameraman, or the family's plans. So the two of them happily tested and talked with each other in the misunderstanding that they thought they had a trick. When Yu Xiangling excused herself from the table temporarily, Kashima was already very relieved.
Yu Xiangling walked out of the private room door, holding on toWall, he sighed slightly, not daring to look down for fear of dizziness. The aisle floor of the revolving restaurant is made of high-strength tempered glass, which is actually a double-wooden scene. Through the glass, you can see Kyoto.
"Hmph~" Yu Xiangling hummed softly and slapped her cheek with her hand. The white wine began to take effect. The alcohol spread through the blood and spread throughout the body, making her whole body feel warm. "Luoyang, wait, you must have a problem." Yu Xiangling said it subconsciously, which could make a station director do such an illogical thing. The soldier named Luoyang was indeed tough behind the scenes, which further strengthened his resolve. determination.
"I'm sorry." Yu Xiangling, who was talking to herself, accidentally knocked down someone and apologized quickly. Her biggest characteristic is that she doesn't walk in a straight line after drinking some wine.
"It's okay." The visitor smiled and gave him a little support. The beautiful woman who had obviously drunk too much wine bowed slightly and apologized in a panic. It was really hard to think of getting angry. Yu Xiangling raised her head and saw a picture. He has a honest face, which is also the origin of the name Hanzi. Too many people are deceived by this face. She patted her pants pocket and felt relieved that the memory card was still there.
"Miss Yu, the bathroom is over there." Hanzi pointed to the corner not far away.
"I'm going to die." The embarrassed Yu Xiangling ran away. She didn't expect that a random person she met in Shuangmu would know her. Obviously she was not confident about her popularity. When it came to war reporters, the federal people could name them. She is the only one named.
She is called the Federation Daughter, and the others are collectively called reporters.
Watching Yu Xiangling leave, Hanzi stopped smiling. He began to believe that he heard the name Luoyang, because the other party was Yu Xiangling, the most famous war reporter in the Federation. He stood there, thought carefully, and finally turned around and returned the same way.
"There must be a problem in Luoyang." When Yu Xiangling said this, it had a different meaning. It might mean trouble in Luoyang.
"Why are you back again?" Lin Yan was a little surprised when she looked at the fool who came in through the door.
Hanzi smiled and apologized to the other people in the room, walked quickly to Lin Yan, and whispered a few words. Lin Yan frowned, stood up after a few seconds, and bowed slightly: "I'm very sorry, there is an emergency in the company, I have to deal with it."
What was left behind were the executives of the major federal banks looking at each other. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!