Television station, Director's office.
Behind the desk sat a man with graying hair, named Zhang Qingyu, the second-in-command at the station.
It was because of him that Zhao Jing got the job here, and she's considered one of his trusted associates.
"Your department's account is quite bold, going to film Chuangrong's issue."
"I knew when they decided to film this; such a big matter, solving the problem isn't as important as letting more people know."
While speaking, Zhao Jing observed Zhang Qingyu's expression, "Leader, has someone from above contacted you, telling us not to follow up on this matter?"
"Not really, just find it quite interesting," Zhang Qingyu said:
"The issue is quite hot, look at the likes, it's over thirty thousand, has the potential to blow up."
"They're really good, very driven," Zhao Jing said with a smile:
"Leader, you called me, not just to praise them, right?"
"Of course not," Zhang Qingyu put down the phone and said:
