Live fortune telling is so popular that global bosses ask me to come out

Ever since, the sound that penetrated into Hong Comb's ears appeared.

In the study hall.

Hong Ziyu's eyes filled with smiles: "Gui Gui, look, my illusion is done!"

Guigui also had a smile in her eyes: "It's really good."

Huzi collapsed, "Do you know how to respect the old and love the young!"

Hong Ziyu raised his head with an innocent look on his face: "Uncle Huzi, we are practicing, you know? In the future, we will protect the people like Sister."

Hong Ziyu spoke righteously.

Huzi was about to cry but had no tears: "Can you protect me first?"

"But Uncle Huzi is not a common man."

Hong Ziyu scratched his head.

Huzi looked determined: "I can be."

At the same time, Redcomb started a live broadcast.

"Take a look, take a look, the Redcomb live broadcast room is now live, come and watch."

Hong Comb didn't care at all about the appearance of her guests in the live broadcast room... Bah, she was dragging her friends.

"Life is not easy, Redcomb is a performer."

Some water friends who had just entered the Redcomb live broadcast room started to cheer.

Don't worry about others, you must support the red comb.

After Hongshu’s efforts, the traffic in the live broadcast room quickly increased.

Soon, the first lucky person of the day appeared.

"Hello, Master Redcomb, I am a reporter."

When these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Have reporters sneaked in to watch the live broadcast now?

"I'm really sorry, because I couldn't contact Master Redcomb from the backend, so I applied for a connection. Please don't take offense to Master Redcomb."

The reporter was a male reporter, with average appearance, he seemed very polite, and the apology in his eyes was very genuine.

Perhaps this is the first time someone has contacted Red Comb in this way. This person is still a reporter, so the water friends in the live broadcast room are very active.

"Don't tell me, this man is very brave."

"Isn't it true? You work so hard, are you really not afraid of losing your reputation?"

"I don't know if he is afraid or not. I only know that there is another good show to watch."

……

"No," Hongshu smiled and replied with two simple words.

"I'm really sorry," the man apologized again.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Feng Chuanjiang. I just graduated and am currently on probation."

That is because he has not become a regular employee yet, so he is working so hard.

People who had the same experience in the live broadcast room expressed their understanding.

Wait a minute, did they overlook something?

This man doesn’t seem to have introduced where he is a reporter, right?

Some people were confused and posted their doubts on the public screen, but were drowned out by the barrage.

"If Mr. Feng is a reporter, he must have some problems, right?"

Redcomb raised his eyebrows.

"I do have some questions to ask Master Redcomb," the man said, opening the small notebook in his hand.

"Master Redcomb, I want to ask..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Red Comb spoke.

"Wait, it seems I haven't agreed to your interview with me yet."

The man froze on the spot, a little at a loss, "Master Redcomb, I just rewarded you, no, I want to say..."

The man didn't know how to express himself, and his face turned red with anxiety.

"Yes, you did give a reward just now, but the reward you gave was fortune-telling money, not interview money."

"How much does the interview cost?" The man blushed anxiously, "I can give it to you."

"Haha", Hongshu smiled and shook his head.

"Did you really study this major?"

What is news about?

News is all about a prophet.

Interviewing in a live broadcast room like this means using your own money to cultivate a bunch of opponents.

According to the current influence of Red Comb, as soon as she started broadcasting, I don’t know how many new media workers were squatting inside.

The speed at which those people produce reports cannot be matched by a small new employee.

The man could sense that Red Comb was talking about him, and his face was so red that it bled.

"Sister Shu, stop playing around, this man can't stand it anymore."

"Oh my god, why are there such innocent dolls in this day and age? I really can't stand it."

"It can be seen that this boy has good foundation. Come to my house, I will help you take a look, and I will give you a handsome boy in return."

The live broadcast room was extremely agitated.

"Okay, let's put the interview on hold first. Let's talk about what you want to do first, right?"

The man was a little hesitant. He was at work now, so it might not be good to tell fortunes, right?

At this moment, a hand pressed on his shoulder.

The man was startled and was about to stand up. The next second, he was forcibly pressed down.

The man raised his head slightly and was shocked when he saw the face of the visitor: "Editor Luo?"

His editor-in-chief is a woman, a woman in her thirties.

A thick smile appeared on Editor Luo's face, such a smile that the man had never seen before.

"Sit down obediently, Xiao Jiang, you're going to get off work soon. It doesn't matter if you tell your fortune. I'll get off work early for you."

Feng Chuanjiang was stunned.

It's not nonsense. Editor Luo is usually the most strict. Not to mention getting off work early, even getting off work at normal times is a luxury.

what is it today?

Feng Chuanjiang caught a glimpse of the inhumanly beautiful face on the screen, and seemed to have some enlightenment.

Editor Luo didn't care what Feng Chuanjiang thought, he turned to look at the red comb in the live broadcast room.

"Hello, Master Red Comb, I am the editor-in-chief of Ping An Society, and my surname is Luo."

"Very happy to meet Master Redcomb."

Editor Luo said, looking down at Feng Chuanjiang who was sitting in his seat: "Xiao Jiang, it doesn't matter if you can't interview Master Red Comb. Don't feel pressured."

"When it's time to tell fortunes, let's just do it," Chief Editor Luo said, patting Xiao Jiang's shoulder gently, as if he cared about his subordinates.

Studio:

"Editor Luo looks pretty good."

"That nonsense, I'm sure that Ping An Society will be extraordinary after today. This should be the first media to connect with Redcomb, right? It will definitely explode later!"

"That's right. As long as Editor Luo is smart, she will know what to do. Facts have proved that she is worthy of being the editor-in-chief."

"It seems like other clubs are a little less smart."

"Is it possible that it's not that I'm not smart, but that I'm just unlucky?"

……

After Editor Luo finished speaking, he left. Looking at the praises all over the screen, the corners of his mouth curled up, obviously he was very pleased with it.

She is not worried about any dark news in the company being exposed by Redcomb, because although she is harsh on her employees, she considers herself a good person.

Random reporting, unspoken rules, etc. do not exist here.

As for Feng Chuanjiang himself...

In the office, Editor Luo's legs on the table stiffened for a moment, and he immediately put them down the next second. Looking at Feng Chuanjiang on the computer, his heart skipped a beat.

There won't be any dirty information about Feng Chuanjiang, right?

After all, this child had only come to them not long ago, and she didn't know much about his personal life.

What if there really is something...

Editor Luo felt that he seemed a bit reckless.