Miss Elliot's practical actions tell us that action is the key to changing the world. As long as you are brave, the world will change; as long as you work hard, your dreams will come true; as long as you are willing to work hard, the dead will breathe.

I don't have any objections to her sexy operation. It's just poisoning. It's just a standard business method. In a country dominated by free capitalism, there is no psychological burden at all when using it.

The magical reality has told us that high-end business wars only require the simplest physical means. The business wars you think are multi-faceted undercovers, brainstorming, instant reversals, no bloodshed, and millions of dollars in minutes.

But the reality is that I was knocked down in the elevator, and the two of us stayed in the shift room if we could stand, and went to the hospital if we couldn't, so that we could get together and relax.

This kind of hard-core "business means" includes but is not limited to poisoning, climbing over walls, leading people to grab seals, and running Thomson ripples. Do you think that business competition is about financial literacy? No, the real bosses are competing about martial arts skills.

.

So I thought it was a magic competition, but it ended up causing physical damage.

Make money, don't be shabby.

"Although your plan is full of mistakes, it's so damn simple and effective..."

I covered my face and looked at the young woman in front of me, and asked her speechlessly, "Then how do you plan to end it? To be honest, I don't even know what I am worth interviewing, let alone what the purpose of your TV station is. You don't

Is it just a waste of time?"

In the journalist profession, running fast is a good thing, but running too fast and not being able to keep up with your brain is not something to be proud of.

I suggested: "How about you call the station and ask about the content of the interview?"

Miss Elliott shook her head like a rattle, "No! In order to prevent leaks and malicious competition among peers, our interview project adopts a project responsibility system. Only the reporter who received the assignment can know the main content. As a trainee reporter, I have to

When I called, the secret was revealed immediately..."

The boss who was watching touched his beard and said: "Then do you have any other solutions? You can wait, but if your friends find something is wrong and come to the island, your efforts will be in vain."

Faced with the urgent situation, Miss Elliot finally put forward her plan tentatively.

"Here... I don't know what I want to interview... but I think Mr. Marcus must have something special. If you can let me follow you for a day, maybe I can find the material for the report..."

After saying that, she looked at me with an embarrassed look and waited expectantly for my decision.

Hmm... This method is really good. If she can find highlights that are enough to report, she can complete the task on the spot.

Even if she can't find it, by following and interviewing her for a day, she can accumulate a wide enough range of materials, and then there will be a possibility of a last-ditch effort.

I can probably understand her mood. Maybe she guessed that the people who will be interviewed by the Federal Overseas TV Station must be business elites who live in seclusion on the island, well-known artists, protagonists of legendary stories, and they will also be in a certain industry.

If you have made certain achievements, you only need to do a little digging to find the highlights worth reporting.

So much so that she was so confident that she could complete the interview task with the ticket address and name revealed by her friend, but she never thought that what she would see after getting off the ship would be an ordinary young man...

…

I'm so sorry for living such an ordinary life! Bastard!

"Hey, whatever, interviews are a good thing after all. You've already come here, right?"

I tentatively looked at Boss Dart, but I didn't expect that this respectable elder had already greased the soles of his feet and hid in the kitchen pretending to be missing.

Miss Elliot looked at me overjoyed, held my hand and said ecstatically, "Thank you so much, Mr. Marcus! I will definitely seize this precious opportunity!"

Suddenly, a rag fell from the sky and landed accurately on the table in front of us, causing a splash of water.

A girl with a ponytail said apologetically to us from the second floor, "Oh, I'm sorry, my hand slipped! Are you okay?"

I was just about to say it was okay for her, but I found that another rag fell down and covered Miss Elliot's face, and the sewage was slowly sliding down her cheek...

"ah!!!!"

"Sorry, my hand slipped too!"

Purberry also appeared quietly on the second floor, her pink hair swaying in the wind, and her face full of innocence. It would be more convincing if she could explain why her hand slid so accurately.

…………

When we wasted another precious afternoon and walked around and returned to the tavern, Boss Dart also regained his gentlemanly demeanor and looked at us with an expression of having everything under control.

(??灬??).

"Boss...what does your expression mean?"

However, my question did not make him too troublesome to answer.

"To be honest, from the moment you walked out, I knew you would come back in this state."

He looked at the dry-mouthed reporters, and then at me who was dejected, "You seem to think the interview is too simple..."

But what can I do? I am also desperate!

Although I agreed to give them both an interview opportunity, there were too many things around me that were inconvenient for me to meet people.

For example, "Grodon" in the warehouse, "Dry Earth" in the spring, and "Kappa" by the water in the pasture. Even if I sit at home, I am afraid that they will stray into the cannibal mirror and be captured by those group of people.

The dead souls were torn alive...

Not to mention helping Miss Elliot hide her story during the conversation, this afternoon was more complicated than the meal Huang Silang invited Zhang Mazi to eat.

So I spent the entire afternoon wandering around the town and really didn't do anything serious.

"Boss, have you ever been a reporter? Why do you seem to know so much about these things?"

Boss Dart said nonchalantly: "These investigative skills are not necessarily reserved for reporters... Let's not talk about this anymore. I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

...Why are you doing this, boss? Don't try to lie to me. Generally, saying this means that both of them are bad news, and at most they are full of cow dung.

"Why us? Let's talk about it first."

Miss Elliot drank all the water in the glass in one gulp and answered listlessly.

Boss Dart said mysteriously: "The good news is that the shipping route to Ore Town will be suspended for the next two days."

After hearing these words, Miss Elliot and I immediately showed smiles of surprise and relief, as if we were on the top 100 assassination list.

Stuart was the only one in the pub who was confused: "Eh? Why is the suspension of sailings good news?"

Miss Elliot said immediately: "Because...because we came to town before the cruise was suspended!"

Quick thinking!

How about you be this silly boy’s fiancée!

Well, it’s no wonder that the boss says it’s good news for “us” – some people are lucky, and God is really helping them. Luck is also a part of strength, no one objects to this, right?

But then I noticed something was wrong.

Good news comes so unexpectedly, which often means bad news also comes unexpectedly.

"Boss, what's the bad news? The flights have been suspended. How will the residents in the town meet their food and drink expenses? You dare to say that there is a lot of cow dung. I am worried about you!"

Boss Dart didn't have a chance to interrupt me. He sighed slightly and glanced at the TV as if he was worried. "I'll take your TV to Kai later. He voluntarily gave up the room upstairs. I'll see you in the next two days."

Go live with Zach."

I almost forgot about this!

Great!

"Boss, these are obviously two great things!" I sighed.

Boss Dart looked at the TV again and finally said what he wanted to tell us.

"Ten minutes before you come back, the Federal Overseas Television just broadcast a weather forecast. A violent tropical storm is approaching tonight, and the front of the storm will approach Ore Town. This is why all routes have been suspended."

Boss Dart stared at the two foreigners present with a serious expression, and then looked at me from the corner of his eye.
Chapter completed!