I'm Really Scared

Chapter 7: Blame

Chapter 7: Blame

Hangcheng Evening News was a not-so-famous local newspaper.

In other words, the paper media has been on the decline in recent years, and most of them have no reputation except for the more famous newspapers. The newspaper office has a small office space, and there are not that many departments.

In addition to the News department where ordinary reporters like Guan Shan are located, there was also the Editorial department, typesetting room, Newspaper storage room, Editor-in-chiefs office, and independent offices of several leaders, as well as a temporary dormitory that was not usually used.

Guan Shan stepped out of the elevator that runs through the center of the building and turned right from the reception desk.

Passing by the toilet, on the left was the large office belonging to the news department.

As soon as Guan Shan walked through the door, he heard the Deputy Editor-in-Chief, Jiang Siyans loud voice: Someone explain to me, the scene of the fire was obviously less than a hundred meters away from our newspaper office. Yet for some reason, our source of materials was the citizen hotline and other media sources. Theres no first-hand material, all we have are leftovers from others, are you embarrassed? Well?

The title of the deputy editor-in-chief sounds intimidating, but there was three deputy editor-in-chief in the Hangcheng Evening News, and Jiang Siyan was only one of them.

There was also an editor-in-chief who also serves as the president, which makes up the entire upper management of the office.

Under normal circumstances, the three deputy editors take turns in the office, around once a week.

It was Jiang Siyans turn this week.

Although Guan Shan had only worked in the newspaper for half a year, he had roughly grasped the tempers of the three deputy editors.

In general, the other two dont usually do anything. Only when they encounter something big, would they come over and talk.

Jiang Siyan, however, only likes to do two things, one was to complain, the other was to point out the obvious.

So, he has already started to preach to everyone Im afraid its going to be the same as usual.

Guan Shan noticed something was wrong in his heart and resignedly opened the door.

Crunch

The sound of the metal frames of the frosted glass door rubbing against each other attracted the attention of everyone in the office.

Guan Shan, who opened the door and walked in, immediately attracted the attention of all the staff.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked back at once from every corner, and the pressure was no less than when the giant chef rushed at him.

Shen Dinghua was also among them.

The girl hid in the corner of the workstation, holding her head and looking sideways secretly, her eyes revealing a trace of concern.

Guan Shan smiled at her, then turned his head cheekily, and nodded slightly at Jiang Siyan casually: Good morning Mr. Jiang.

The name Mr. Jiang was learned by Guan Shan from a few senior reporters. It was said that Jiang Siyan himself was particularly fond of being called that by others.

Jiang Siyan was in his 40s, wore a formal suit with leather shoes, gold glasses, and had meticulously combed back his gray hair.

His stare gave the same feeling as when the dean of the school caught you doing something bad during high school.

Guan Shan turned his head to Peng Fei, the director of the news department standing on the other side, and greeted him.

Peng Fei was a chubby middle-aged man with a very honest face. At that moment, he was winking at Guan Shan and trying to hint to him that now was not a good time.

In this atmosphere, even those that were blind would know that the situation was not good He turned around silently and walked towards his position, praying that he could muddle through the situation.Updated from

Act tough and Ill show you my fist is harder!

Guan Shan was about to laugh with anger, took a deep breath, walked in front of Jiang Siyan, directly looked at him, and said: Mr. Jiang, since you believe that a reporters ability lies in their photos, so what if I can get it?

He stared at the other person: If I can get a picture of the fire scene, what would you say?

What would you say, why do I still need to listen to you?!

Regardless of whether you can get the photo, today you will either bow your head or be fired by me!

Jiang Siyans first reaction was to stop him, after all, he came to establish his authority, not really to ask for any photos.

But when the words reached the tip of his tongue, before he could say anything, suddenly felt something touch his back.

Ah!

Jiang Siyan screamed subconsciously, terrified.

Because he was now leaning against his desk, behind him there was absolutely nobody!

He turned his head abruptly, only to see a desk in front of him.

But the touch behind him was so clear, icy cold, and even seemed to have left behind water stains

Jiang Siyan stiffly touched his back with the back of his hand.

It really was wet!

Is itno, no, no, there must be a leak in the ceiling!

Jiang Siyans eyelids twitched, and his hands trembled a little, but the others didnt notice, and they looked blankly at him as if he had cramps.

Next to him, Peng Fei hesitantly said, Is something the matter? How about

Jiang Siyan recovered. Although he was still shocked, he couldnt lose his momentum. He slapped the table and glared at Guan Shan: What would I say? If you get it, then you have the ability!

The people below who were secretly eavesdropping were stunned. Has this Shrewd Jiang changed his gender today?

Just now, you still looked like you were about to kill someone, so how come it changed to Then you have the ability now?

Knock-nock

Suddenly, there was a crisp knock at the door.

Whats all this noise about?

A soft but majestic voice sounded.

Everyone followed the sound, and a woman in a beige dress was standing by the door.

Her long dark hair was rolled up behind her head, and a clear and simple but graceful face was shining in the morning light. The calf under the skirt was slender and graceful.

Peng Fei hurriedly greeted her: Hello, President.

The person there was Li Zhiying, the editor-in-chief, and president of the Hangcheng Evening News.