After being harassed by reporters, the members of each R&D team were very happy.

Qu Sen and a few people from the design team simply packed the equipment. In the middle of the afternoon, he asked Huang An for leave and left the station from the small door in the backyard.

After two meals of high win, he had to ask him back today.

As soon as I stepped out of the small door, my cell phone rang.

"Where? I'm waiting for you at the door for a long time." Gao Yue's voice came from the receiver.

"There are all reporters guarding the front door. I came out of the back door. Come around." Qu Sen explained helplessly and reported his position.

I originally thought that the reporters should be dispersed after being scared by Cheng Wanqi, but these guys were quite resilient. Although they were no longer blocked at the gate, they were still wandering outside the main gate. When they met someone who was out of the building, they rushed up to interview with a microphone.

This made everyone unhappy and had to walk around if they wanted to go out.

The reporters who dared to stay were all from regular units. After Cheng Wanqi got angry, their units had called the working group one after another to make a formal apology for their reporters' previous irrational behavior.

But apologizes, and at the same time, it also expressed in unison that it is the duty of journalists to pay attention to the news topics that the public is concerned about. You may not accept interviews, but we still have the right to understand the interviews.

This kind of shameless rhetoric that avoids confidential units and plays the edge ball really makes the leaders of the working group have no good idea.

The reporters also did not block the door of the unit for work, and even crossed the cordon despite warnings.

You can't really detain people just because they are dedicated.

"Oh, please wait a moment." As soon as Qu Sen hung up the phone, two reporters rushed over, each holding a recorder with a small microphone, and they were almost stuffed into Qu Sen's mouth.

"What are you doing?" Qu Sen understood in his heart, but he looked inexplicably.

"Excuse me, are you a staff member here?" An older male reporter asked first.

"Here?" Qu Sen followed the eyes of the speaker and turned around to signal the location of the Technology Innovation Group. When he saw the other party, he nodded and laughed, "I just want to go to work here, so I'll become a civil servant."

"Then are you?" The two reporters were stunned.

"Are you the one who delivered the car?" Qu Sen answered as if he was talking on the dialect of oyster-flavored oysters.

"Send a car?" The younger reporter felt that his brain was a little too small.

"Ah~" Qu Sen nodded, then acted like he had just reacted, and said in a slight and slight manner:

"Ah, Fuxin Road Volkswagen 4S store. Come to our store for maintenance. We are responsible for picking up the car at home. We will send the whole car to clean and waxing, as well as interior maintenance. After the maintenance is completed, we will send your car home. We will definitely enjoy the experience.

I have a voucher here, welcome to both of you..."

Qu Sen was making a move to take things out of his pocket. The younger reporter finally couldn't stand it anymore. He hurriedly reached out to stop him and responded: "No, no, we don't have Volkswagen's car."

"It doesn't matter if you don't have anything to do. You can give it to your friends. It's absolutely practical and graceful. Don't look at the 95% discount. I have my signature on it. You can say 9% discount to the front desk, 9% discount! "Qu Sen's right hand made a "nine" gesture, and his left hand reached into his bag and searched clumsily, looking for it, looking very anxious.

"No, really no! Our relatives all ride bicycles."

"How can you be kidding..."

"Really, please don't delay our work." The young reporter was almost collapsed, and he flashed away from Qu Sen's front and urged him to leave quickly.

"Oh, wait." Qu Sen was about to leave with a "reluctant look", but the older reporter called him again, leaned over to him and pointed to the back door of the station and asked, "Did you just come in from here?"

"No, I went in the main entrance." Qu Sen answered inexplicably.

"How come from here..."

"Ah, the person inside asked me to come out of this door after picking up the car.

He also told me that if you encounter a visitor, you are not allowed to talk nonsense, and you are also talking about confidentiality, illegality, or something." Qu Sen seemed to have no hope of becoming a customer and ignored him.

"What's the secret about this? They scared you. Let's talk to you about it, what did you see when you came out of the building?" The reporter who asked suddenly felt energetic.

The young reporter next to him stuffed the microphone to Qu Sen's mouth again, while looking at the experienced senior with admiration.

"You two should be pulled down. I'll finish your front foot. I'll be afraid of getting into the bureau. Who will deliver me food? Riding your bicycle well." Qu Sen glanced at his mouth with a look of contempt, and was about to leave.

"No, why is it so realistic for a young man? Get the coupons. When we look back, all the cars from our newspapers go to your store." The older reporter seemed to have found a shortcut to let Qu Sen speak.

"Ha, you have the ability. You are so old that you still go out to do this job when you are in a hot day? Are you stupid to think that I am from another place?"

Qu Sen shook his sarcastic words and left without looking back. Two reporters were left holding the microphone and standing there with awkward look on their faces.

"Hurry up, hurry up, call the driver." The female reporter who had been guarding more than ten meters away saw Qu Sen coming and poked the video master behind him with his hand.

When the camera master turned around and ran towards the parking place, the female reporter closed the microphone in his hand and waved to Qu Sen with a smile: "Hey, master, do you know how to repair the car?"

"Ah, fuck?" Qu Sen asked, staring at the female reporter like a naughty head.

"Well, our car has some problems. Can you help me take a look?" the female reporter said embarrassedly.

Seeing that Qu Sen had no intention of helping, he quickly said, "I won't let you help in vain. I'll pay for the labor hours. Is it okay to have fifty?"

"I don't know anything wrong, but I don't know if fifty is enough!" Qu Sen immediately stopped when he heard that he had money to make money.

"Okay, then you will be priced later when you see the car. We have an interview task here, and I really don't have time to go to the store to repair the car." The female reporter explained with a smile on her face.

The young reporter who had just been pouted by Qu Sen just now curled his lips disdainfully and whispered: "You little guy, you're so bad."

"Don't worry, that dead girl was acting too eye-catching this morning. Maybe the police are now trying to find her fault. She is still here to be proud. If I were the editor-in-chief of their newspaper, I would have already opened up this number."

The older reporter glanced at Qu Sen and the female reporter, and turned his attention back to the back door of the Technical Innovation Group's station.

While the two male reporters were muttering in a low voice, a Pusan, who was sticking paper on the news interview car, drove over.

"Master, it's this car. Please help me." The female reporter opened the back door of the car and greeted Qu Sen.

"What's wrong with the car?" Qu Sen didn't seem to understand what the problem was, and he still needed to go into the back seat for repair.

"Oh, I don't understand the car either, I can't explain it. You are professional, you will know at a glance." The female reporter greeted Qu Sen again and got into the car first.

Qu Sen saw that Gao Yue's Beetle had stopped on the side of the road not far away, so he made a vague gesture to her and lowered his head and sat in the back seat of Poussan.

After waiting for Qu Sen to get in the car, the female reporter reached over him and pulled the car door. Seeing Qu Sen's face was inexplicable, she smiled and said, "Master, this is the case. How about we have an interview?"

Seeing that Qu Sen reached out and was about to open the door and get out of the car without saying a word, he quickly pulled him: "Don't be anxious, look at this."

Qu Sen turned his head and saw that the female reporter had already found two hundred bills from her bag.

"Ha~" Qu Sen laughed disdainfully, and said in a mouthful of oysters: "You'd better keep it yourself. Last time I helped my elder sister change the tire on the side of the road, and they threw me five hundred. Are you giving me a beggar?" As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to open the door and get out of the car again.

"Don't worry, brother!" The female reporter actually brought out a magical accent as she spoke. After pulling Qu Sen, she explained patiently: "Big brother, you see, this job is not easy for me. I count my little intentions. If you really can tell something useful, the newspaper will also have an informant fee."

"How many?"

"That depends on what valuable news clues you can provide, brother."

"I'm afraid that the little money you gave is not enough for me to eat in prison. People in the family told me that no matter what they saw inside, they would leak the secrets when they told others. They would have to go to jail."

Seeing that Qu Sen said it was so powerful, but his butt was not meant to move at all. Of course, the female reporter understood what it meant and put his hand into his bag again.

I touched it in one hand for two seconds. When I took it out again, I had several hundred more pictures in my hand, and came with the previous two hundred. I counted it in front of Qu Sen for a moment, and it was exactly one thousand yuan, and then slapped the seat in a grand manner.

"Sister, what do you want to ask me?" Qu Sen seemed a little weak in the face of the other party's heroic actions.

"It's nothing, just tell me, just see anything inside."

"You...you, you are not a spy, are you? Or... from an intermediary company that specializes in selling intelligence?" Qu Sen's face was filled with fear and retreated to the direction of the car door.

The driver and the cameraman in the car laughed as soon as they heard this.

"I have read too many military movie novels. What are you talking about? Are you stupid?" The female reporter reached out to pat Qu Sen for a while, and said with a smile, "We have been here for a day. If the spy had been arrested by the police, he would have been arrested by the police."

"Then, have you recorded the video for me? I turned around and threatened me to take the money back." Qu Sen said, stretched his head to look at the camera in the front cameraman's hand.

Seeing that the camera was off, I was still worried, so I went to get the microphone the female reporter placed in her seat.

"Stop teasing." The female reporter smiled and opened Qu Sen's hand that reached into the microphone, picked it up and signaled to him. The switch was on the "off" position. Then she said: "What's the use of recording you? You are now an informant to provide information, not an interview."

"real?"

"real!"

"Sister, don't cheat me!"

"Oh, I won't cheat you, I'll put the money away first." The female reporter stuffed the money directly into Qu Sen's pocket.

Then he took out the small book and pen from his bag, put on the record, and asked, "Let me tell me what you saw inside. Starting from entering the door, the more detailed the better."

Qu Sen covered his pockets of money with one hand, looked worried, stretched his neck and watched in the car for a long time.

After confirming that there was nothing recording, I lowered my voice and said, "This is what happened today. In the morning, my colleagues in the store came to pick up the car. When I was delivering the car in the afternoon, I thought it was because the public unit didn't have a tip, so I didn't want to come.

Just in the afternoon, I was on duty and I had to go there.

Let's go into the yard and register first. Then, the police came over and picked up the car. After I was about to leave, they asked me to walk through the back door. They also told me that I was not allowed to talk nonsense when I encountered interviews or something.
Chapter completed!