The Magnificent Son-in-law

After an hour-long interview, Xiao Feng and Du Qingyue finally got into the car.

In that hour, Xiao Feng had gotten rid of at least thirty people, and the vast majority of those who remained were women.

To be honest, Xiao Feng was a bit puzzled. Isn't news all about being new?

The impact between first-hand news and second-hand news is vastly different. So, shouldn't you rush to publish it as soon as you get the information?

Unbeknownst to him, this is in relation to traditional media. In the age of self-media, it's more about the influence of the celebrities themselves. It doesn't matter if it's published early or late, and the content is also a crucial part.

At the very least, those who left early definitely wouldn't know the touching story of "Xiao Feng proposing to Du Qingyue on a hot air balloon."

Du Qingyue sat in the car, rubbing her temples, feeling a bit powerless to complain. She never expected Xiao Feng to come up with such a long-winded tale.

Jiang Yixin, who was driving, couldn't help but tease, "I say, isn't your made-up story a bit too ridiculous? Since when did you study in Europe?"

Xiao Feng nonchalantly replied, "You can't say that. I didn't completely make it up; at the very least, I've actually been to Europe."

Jiang Yixin was speechless, "But have you thought about what happens if Qingyue is interviewed later and gets asked about the details, and can't match them up?"

"It doesn't matter," Xiao Feng shrugged. "If she can't match it up, don't you have her back?"

"Me?!" Jiang Yixin was shocked. "You make up stories on the spot in front of all those media people, what's it got to do with me?"

"Of course it does," Xiao Feng said seriously. "I only pieced together our story from that romance novel you left on the living room table."

Jiang Yixin suddenly realized, "No wonder... I thought the things you said sounded familiar. But wait! That's not the point. The point is, how can you riffle through my books?"

Xiao Feng pulled out a marriage certificate from his pocket, and after opening it, said, "Look, you're staying in my house, and I haven't even mentioned you leaving stuff everywhere, yet you're complaining about me reading your books?"

"Qingyue?" Jiang Yixin was dumbfounded. "Didn't I tell you to do a prenuptial property agreement?"

Du Qingyue answered calmly, "It's not necessary."

Xiao Feng gave Du Qingyue a look of appreciation. Such trust, or rather certainty, made him feel very pleased.

Jiang Yixin started to get a bit anxious, wanting to say that if she did that, in case of a divorce, wouldn't she have to split half the assets with that guy?

But on second thought, Jiang Yixin feared that saying it out loud might just remind Xiao Feng. So, she held it in, saving it for a one-on-one talk with Du Qingyue later.

"How about you come work at my company next?" Du Qingyue contemplated for a moment, then said, "You can manage logistics, taking care of the company's meals, internal environment, and employee morale."

"Logistics?" Xiao Feng was a bit reluctant. "What's the compensation?"

"Besides the basic five insurances and one fund, a monthly salary of thirty thousand, and two days off per month," Du Qingyue said lightly.

"Great, great, great." Xiao Feng immediately agreed with a broad smile, very satisfied with the benefits.

Managing logistics, to put it bluntly, is basically an idle job. You earn money by lazing around every day, relaxed and not tiring. Occasionally, you could visit other departments and chat with the young ladies about life and dreams, simply delightful.

"Do I get a secretary?" Xiao Feng asked with anticipation.

Jiang Yixin couldn't listen anymore: "Spit, you're never satisfied with such good conditions, don't be greedy."

"I'm part of the company's management now, after all," Xiao Feng glanced sideways at Jiang Yixin. "So, speak with more respect in the future, don't always be so informal."

"Xiao Feng!" Jiang Yixin said through gritted teeth, her arms slightly trembling as she held onto the steering wheel.

But Xiao Feng reached out to interrupt, "No! From now on, call me Director Xiao."

"..." Jiang Yixin was completely convinced. It was the first time she'd seen someone so adept at self-aggrandizement, who didn't even know which direction the company's door faced but was already calling himself Director Xiao.

Du Qingyue watched Jiang Yixin, speechless with frustration, with a blank expression, thinking that a mountain is always higher than another. Jiang Yixin had met her match.

...

Meanwhile, at the police station, Song Keren was in the office looking at files when she heard a knock on the door: "Knock knock."

"Come in," Song Keren said without looking up.

On her first day in office, Song Keren specifically cleared a wall, promising to fill the blank space with flags and awards within a year.

This was a promise that required energy and sweat to fulfill.

"Director Song, someone just brought you a banner." An officer walked in, holding a rolled-up banner.

Song Keren froze for a moment. She had only been here a few days, and someone had already given her a banner?

"Open it and see," Song Keren suggested, feeling curious about who sent the banner.

The officer nodded and unfurled the banner, revealing the large words: "Marvelous Recovery."

What the heck!

Time seemed to stand still; Song Keren's face turned red and white. If this wasn't a mistake, the person sending the banner better be ready to face the consequences.

The officer was also a bit stunned; he was fresh out of the police academy and, although inexperienced, had never heard of someone sending a "Marvelous Recovery" banner to a police station.

Just as Song Keren was about to see who sent it, someone walked in with an armful of banners, "Sorry, I sent the wrong banner earlier. This one is for your director."

The officer grabbed the person's collar, "Don't make such a rookie mistake again, or I'll have every right to suspect you're deliberately disrupting our work."

The person quickly nodded, swapped the banners, and hurried out of the office.

"Director Song..." the officer looked cautiously at Song Keren, holding the new banner.

"Just leave the banner and go, I'll look at it myself," Song Keren waved him off, genuinely fearing any more outrageous words on it.

After the officer left, Song Keren opened the banner, which read: "Justice Personified."

On the right was a line of small characters: "Presented to Comrade Song Keren, Director of Jiangcheng Police Department."

Song Keren breathed a sigh of relief. This banner had a name and designation, so it seemed to be correct.

Her gaze moved left, where the date and signature were written. Seeing Xiao Feng's name, Song Keren couldn't help but laugh: "At least you have some conscience."

But despite her words, Song Keren still suspected that the previous erroneous banner was Xiao Feng's way of messing with her on purpose.