Plural Apostles

"Zizi..."

One by one, the editors and reporters looked behind the editor-in-chief. The editor-in-chief turned around and saw a child standing expressionlessly biting a straw at the door of the conference room. The child stared at them faintly with eyes like black pearls.

"Whose child are you?" The editor-in-chief frowned, and glanced at his employees, suspecting that these guys brought the child to the newspaper office.

A group of people quickly shook their heads in denial, they didn't want to take the blame if it wasn't their own fault.

"Zizi... Hello, my name is Siegfried."

The editor-in-chief frowned, and looked at the child in the seat next to him, such a young martial artist?Genius?

"Get out, kid, we're talking about something here, go find your parents." The editor-in-chief shouted and started to chase people away. He didn't feel any fear and shock because of the child's behavior. The law and the powerful force of the government have long prohibited It is reasonable for him to drive people away for his personal power to make troubles.

"Zizi..." The child took a sip of his drink and raised his eyelids, "I know where Ike is."

The editor-in-chief was stunned, and decisively took out a few metal coins and patted them in front of the child: "Take it to buy candy, tell me."

"Zizi..." The child showed his dead fish eyes, fumbled in his pocket, took out a few coins with different shapes and put them on the table.

"Ahem..." The editor-in-chief took back the coins without changing his expression, "Little friend, do you have any requests?"

"Ike is my idol, but I'm too young, he won't meet me, so I need a reporter with a formal press card and the right to interview to take me with me, sizzle..." The child took two sips of his drink paralyzed , "Let's go, I won't wait for your meeting, if you can't, I'll find another newspaper."

The child stood up and walked out the door. The editor-in-chief subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to stop him, but in a blink of an eye, the child walked to the door while drinking a drink.

This kid is definitely that kind of genius fighter, maybe...

"Go!" The editor-in-chief decisively pointed at a young woman, "Gallo, if you see Mr. Ike, you must interview him!"

"No problem." The woman stood up, quickly took her work ID, paper and pen, and caught up with the child who had already walked out.

"Then continue with the meeting and send everyone in the newspaper office to inquire about Mr. Ike's whereabouts. If you have definite information, don't be stingy with spending money..." The editor-in-chief continued to guide the work. As for the child, it was just a point, and it was effective. It's a surprise, it doesn't work and it's nothing.

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"Kid, what's your name?"

Jia Luo looked at the child next to her with a friendly smile, and the child led the way half a step ahead of her.

"Zizizizi..." The child drank his drink and raised his eyelids, and Jia Luo seemed to see the two characters mentally retarded.

"Ahem, I forgot you introduced yourself." Galo smiled a little embarrassedly, "Kid Siegfried, do you really know where Mr. Ike is?"

"Zizi..."

The child held a drink bottle in one hand and led the way with a paralyzed expression on his face.

"Kid, who is your parent?"

"Zizi..."

"Kid, what do you usually like?"

"Zizi..."

The child stopped suddenly, and Jia Luo was taken aback, looking around: "Are you there?"

boom!The child threw the empty bottle in his hand into the trash can and pointed to a small shop on the side of the road: "Grandma, please help me buy a bottle of drink, the kind I drink, this is money."

Jia Luo subconsciously took a few metal coins, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "Eight, eight mother-in-law?"

"Don't you think you are?" The child rolled his dead fish eyes, "Since you don't want to be defined in this way, then don't do things that conform to the definition."

"I think I need to correct it..." Jia Luo took a deep breath, "I did it because of the professional habits of reporters..."

"So all reporters are eighth wives?"

"I think you have misunderstood the reporter..."

The child lowered his head and kicked the pebble: "If other people find Mr. Ike first, your bonus and big news will be wasted, so..."

The child raised his slightly rounded finger and pointed to the shops along the street: "Time is the lifeline of news. I think your editor-in-chief is right."

Jia Luo quickly bought a drink and brought it back, then honestly stopped talking.

Turning left and right in the city all the way, the speed of both of them is very fast. To be a reporter, speed, physical strength and patience are absolutely indispensable, and the child's performance is in Jia Luo's eyes. She can be sure that this child must be a genius Otherwise, it is impossible to have a stronger physical fitness than a standard adult like myself.

Martial arts fighters... This can be regarded as a school's major, but the direction of employment in the future is often only security and police. After all, there is no war now, and human beings are united, so more fighters are pursuing the path of surpassing themselves, but That kind of path requires not only talent, but also wealth. Except for those fighters supported by the government, most other fighters can only work as security guards and policemen.

Power determines status?The greatest power is the government and the state, and that is the existence of the assigned status.

As they walked, the child stopped again, and Jia Luo came to his senses. There was a luxurious hotel in front of him. The child walked in drinking a drink, and Jia Luo hurriedly followed.

Jia Luo registered at the counter, and then the two went up to the second floor, and were led by the child to the door of a guest room.

The child with facial paralysis said two words: "It's here."

Jia Luo nodded, took a deep breath and was about to knock on the door. At this moment, a man's gentle and distressed voice suddenly appeared in the minds of the two of them: "I didn't go home on purpose, and if I stay here temporarily without permission, I will be banned." Found it, you guys are really capable, please come in.”

As soon as the words were finished, the door opened, and the young man sitting at the table in the living room looked at the child and Jia Luo with a smile on his face.

Jia Luo took a deep breath, and kept reminding herself to keep calm and calm, but she almost couldn't help shouting "Mr. Ike".

"Zizi..." The child was holding the drink, with a blank expression on his face, and sat opposite the young man very naturally.

Ike was stunned, if he read it correctly...he looked at the press card pinned to Jia Luo's chest, where did this kid come from?