Chapter 60 - Come On, Interview Me! (1/2)
Chapter 60 – Come On, Interview Me!
Fang Xie heard everything and also cast a curious glance at him. However, no matter how long he looked at him, the boy had an ordinary face and didn’t ring a bell in his memories.
“Of course, I remember!” Su Jishi’s tone was light that people could not tell whether she was angry or just joking. “I found out that you and your boss secretly filmed me in the underground garage. Why, you are not a paparazzi anymore but a media man.”
The boy’s face suddenly flushed bright red.
Yes, this young entertainment, which was pushed to the front row, was the little mouse Su Jishi caught in the garage the night he “broke up” with Mu Xiulun. Although the garage lights were very dim, Su Jishi’s memory was terrific, and she recognized the boy named Xiao Liu at a glance.
He mumbled, “I was fired from brother Wei’s studio because of my poor shooting skills… I’m working in Strawberry Video now.”
“Strawberry Video?” Su Jishi raised her eyebrows even higher. “Never heard of it.”
Xiao Liu, who already lacked in confidence now, couldn’t attain to lift his head in embarrassment. It is because the Strawberry Video has only three employees who take care of everything from top to bottom.
Weibo fans have just exceeded 10,000. Due to the lack of staff, it took them one month to compile pieces of exciting news. The remaining 29 days were then full of cries of “Please pay attention!”
Really, to say that they are a pheasant media would insult pheasants.
“But it doesn’t matter.” Su Jishi suddenly revealed a sparkling sunny smile and lifted her forearm gently in the direction of the ashamed Xiao Liu.
When the boy didn’t respond, she suddenly came over and grabbed the microphone bearing the cheap logo of the Strawberry Video from the boy’s trembling hands!
“Kid, to compensate for the loss of your previous job, I’d like to give you a chance to interview me!”
Xiao Liu: “!!!”
Other media personnels: “???”
Fang Xie: “…”
Su Jishi’s tone was very stern but with a hint of loving, as if standing in front of her was not a news-hungry media boy, but a furry little wild dog.