Legend of Xiangjiang Tycoon

On September 22, Tehran, reporter Liang Jiucheng and photographer Hu Wenzhao chatted and beat up in their residence.

　　 "I don't know what the company means, what's the point of sending us to this place where birds don't shit, and let us stand by at any time, there is any major news here, money to burn!" Hu Wenzhao complained.

"Okay, Lao Hu, don't complain. What's wrong with this expatriate. The salary is three times that of when you were on Hong Kong Island. If you work here for a few more years, you may be able to buy a house on Hong Kong Island. Now," Liang Jiucheng said.

"Xiao Liang, you just stand up and talk and don’t hurt your back. Your kid is still a bachelor. You can eat all by yourself, and the whole family is not hungry. I have been married for a few years, and I’m not here. If your sister-in-law is targeted by Wu next door What to do!" Hu Wenzhao said.

　　Hu Wenzhao and Liang Jiucheng are the staff of Kylin News Agency stationed in Tehran, and the young Liang Jiucheng occupies a leading position.

　　 The reason is that Leung Jiucheng is a graduate of the Department of Media of the Chinese University of Hong Kong. Although Leung Jiucheng has insufficient experience, his academic qualifications are there. Leader Hu Wenzhao is more than enough.

　　Hu Wen summoned Liang Jiucheng not to speak, and then said: "Xiao Liang, how about it, do you miss a woman, let me tell you some silly jokes?"

　　 "Old Hu, don't talk about that, what do you see over there?" Liang Jiucheng said, pointing to the dark shadow in the sky in the distance.

　　 Hu Wenzhao mumbled and looked into the air, only a dozen dark shadows approached Tehran.

　　 Hu Wenzhao said: "What's so strange about this, isn't it just an airplane? Recently, the Iranian Air Force does not have exercises every day!"

After Hu Wenzhao finished speaking, he ignored Liang Jiucheng and went to read color magazines while lying on the recliner. Not to mention, the company's "Men's Wear" magazine was so good-looking. Look at the model's **** and big ass. Hu Wenzhao is always right. Fantasy with magazines.

　　As the plane gets closer and closer, Liang Jiucheng feels that something is wrong. The Iranian Air Force exercises will be during the day, and there will be exercises at dawn.

　　Finally, as the plane approached, Liang Jiucheng finally saw the difference between this plane and previous planes.

　　 Liang Jiucheng slapped Hu Wenzhao, and hurriedly said: "Old Hu, this time is really different than usual, go get the camera!"

　　 "What are you doing!" Hu Wenzhao was finally angry. Just now, Hu Wenzhao was thinking about the 300-round battle between himself and the cover girl, but at a critical moment, he was interrupted by Liang Jiucheng. How could he not make Hu Wenzhao angry.

　　 Liang Jiucheng glanced at Hu Wenzhao and knew that his actions made Hu Wenzhao upset, but he didn't know how to take pictures. For the sake of performance, Liang Jiucheng suppressed his unhappiness.

Said to Hu Wenzhao: "Lao Hu, we really encountered big news this time. Think about how many bonuses are waiting for us. Then you can do whatever you want. Go get the camera and I will explain to you later. !"

Hu Wenzhao also reacted at this time. Liang Jiucheng was his own leader. Although he usually didn't care about what Xiaoliang Xiaoliang called, Liang Jiucheng didn't care much about it, but it was not suitable for him to shake his face like this after all, and he didn't say anything. Took out the camera.

　　 "You said, what are you taking?" Hu Wenzhao said.

　　 "Just shoot those planes!" Liang Jiucheng ordered.

　　 "What's so good about the plane!" Hu Wenzhao muttered, but he still did what Liang Jiucheng said.

Hu Wenzhao lined up planes from far and near while listening to Liang Wencheng’s words: “Lao Hu, the planes used in previous exercises were all planes produced by bald eagles. It's the same, like an airplane produced by a polar bear."

　　 "What's the matter? It may be other fighters of the Iranian Air Force." Hu Wenzhao retorted, but the tone was not so tough and some were not agreed.

As the plane came to the sky over Tehran, Hu Wenzhao also felt something was wrong. He was not as knowledgeable as Liang Jiucheng, but was simply stunned by the harsh sirens. After all, Hu Wenzhao has been a photographer for many years and has his own sensitivity to things. sex.

The next scene convinced Hu Wenzhao. The plane from afar approached Tehran, and then dropped a lot of black objects. Not far from the residences of Hu Wenzhao and Liang Jiucheng, a flame rose directly. The flashing Hu Wenzhao couldn't open his eyes, and then a huge explosion sounded towards Hu Wenzhao, followed by layers of air waves.

　　 "My God, this is war!" Hu Wenzhao was stunned by the scene before him, and he couldn't help but said this sentence.

　　 As a photographer who has been working in the Chengping era, Hu Wenzhao was completely frightened.

　　 "Old Hu, what are you doing? The plane is coming soon, get on the bus!" Standing on the convertible off-road vehicle that had already started, Liang Jiucheng yelled to Hu Wenzhao, as if he was ready to escape.

Hu Wenzhao also came back to his senses, glanced at Liang Jiucheng gratefully, and then said nothing, grabbed the camera and ran towards the convertible, leaving only the "Men's Wear" with the cover blown open, revealing a larger-scale photo. The magazine was floating in the wind, telling the story of what happened here.

　　 Convertible off-road vehicles roared away. On both sides of the road were Iranian citizens who did not know what was happening, watching the fire not far away.

　　 "Xiao Liang, thank you, I..." Hu Wenzhao said to Liang Jiucheng who was driving while sitting in the co-pilot of the convertible off-road vehicle driving at high speed.

"What are you doing? UU reading www.uukanshu.com quickly took pictures of the scene behind, Hu, can I have a better time in the second half of the year? Can you bring back more bonuses in the second half of the year? It depends on this. It's gone." Liang Jiucheng yelled to Hu Wenzhao while driving the car.

　　 Hu Wenzhao is no longer talking nonsense. He kneels and sits directly on the co-pilot, and puts the camera bracket in front of the back seat of the convertible off-road vehicle.

　　 Airplanes are flying closer and closer, and the bombing of Tehran is getting more and more serious, and many government agencies are in devastation.

　　 After a few sporadic planes of the Iranian Air Force took off, the planes in the distance had already won and returned.

　　 Liang Jiucheng looked at several Iranian Air Force planes. It was obvious that the airport had suffered large-scale damage. Obviously, one of Liang Jiucheng's and Hu Wenzhao's evacuation routes need not be thought of. It seems that another one must be prepared.

　　 As the enemy plane evacuated, Liang Jiucheng also stopped the car, Hu Wenzhao jumped out of the car and slapped the bombed Tehran.

　　 "Lao Hu, it's almost time to shoot, and we will send the news back to Hong Kong immediately. We are ready to evacuate. Tehran is no longer safe!" Liang Jiucheng stared at the brightening sky and said.

　　 Hu Wenzhao admired Liang Jiucheng a lot at this time, and did not refute, but asked: "Liangtou, how do we evacuate? Obviously the airport has been bombed!"

　　 Liang Jiucheng blinked, obviously surprised at Hu Wenzhao's softness, but he didn't go into it any more, but said: "When I came, I prepared three evacuation routes. The airport is not our only one."

　　 "Liang Tou deserves to be Liang Tou, it is reliable to do things!" Hu Wenzhao complimented.