Chapter 222: Heavy News?

"Yes, and it's a huge deal... Compared to that person's qualifications, I'm just a newcomer who joined the company not long ago."

Chen Ling nodded, thoughtfully.

"I need to hurry back, otherwise this severely weakened figure will die," Chu Muyun said, feeling the gradually fading life force of the injured person on his back. He pushed up his glasses. "This kid seems to have something extraordinary on him; I can't let him die just like this."

"Okay."

"What about you? How are you going to explain things to Wen Shilin?"

Chen Ling's expression was a little helpless. He had almost forgotten that Wen Shilin was waiting anxiously for him. He had just been captured by the Starry Group members, only for the group to be destroyed, and he himself returned unharmed... This would be hard to explain.

Chen Ling thought for a moment, as if remembering something, then turned and walked back into the group's premises.

"Where are you going?"

"To get something. You go back first."

Seeing this, Chu Muyun no longer waited for Chen Ling. He turned and disappeared at the end of the street.

Chen Ling walked through the devastated manor, heading straight for the dungeon. Following his memory, he passed several empty corridors and finally found a utility room in a corner of the dungeon. After pushing open the door, rows of shelves appeared before his eyes.

What was displayed here were the personal belongings of those previously imprisoned in the dungeon, mostly money and ornaments. However, at this moment, they were all ownerless. Chen Ling casually picked up a stack of banknotes and gold coins. His gaze swept over the shelves, finally stopping at one item.

"It's really here..." A slight smile appeared on Chen Ling's lips.

On the shelf, a "Leica" camera, originally belonging to Wen Shilin, lay quietly in the corner.

Morning.

At the Aurora Newspaper Office.

Zhuo Shuqing, dressed in a coffee-colored jacket and carrying an expensive LU shoulder bag, hummed a tune as he approached the newspaper office entrance.

Not seeing Chen Ling at his desk for several consecutive days put Zhuo Shuqing in a great mood. It seemed the other person had wisely retreated after realizing the difficulty. Indeed, high-end and delicate work like writing articles wasn't something everyone could do. What could that brute with only brute strength understand about writing?

The thought of never seeing Chen Ling again made Zhuo Shuqing feel refreshed. His life had returned to its previous leisurely and prosperous state. He arrived at his desk just on time for work, planning to grab a cappuccino from the coffee shop next door before starting his morning tasks.

However, the moment he stepped into the office, the smile on his face abruptly froze.

Right beside his workstation, a figure was hunched over, writing furiously, the desk lamp still lit.

"Old Ma, when did he get here?" Zhuo Shuqing stiffly turned his head to ask the security guard at the door.

"Him? He came in the middle of the night and kept knocking for ages, asking me to open the door for him... Said there was some big news and he needed to work overtime urgently." The security guard yawned, muttering under his breath, "He's crazy..."

"Big news?"

Zhuo Shuqing's brows furrowed involuntarily. After a moment of hesitation, he walked over to his own desk, his eyes stealthily glancing towards Chen Ling's table...

Just then, Chen Ling suddenly stood up.

Zhuo Shuqing was startled, immediately flopping onto his chair, fumbling to place his shoulder bag on the desk, pretending nothing had happened. Inside, however, his heart was pounding wildly, fearing that the brute would once again land a punch on his face, starting a dramatic workplace bullying incident.

But Chen Ling seemed to not even notice him. He tucked a few handwritten drafts into his arms, picked up a camera, and walked quickly towards the film processing room, as if to print photos.

He was actually serious about writing an article?!

Zhuo Shuqing was shocked. He felt restless at his desk for a moment... It wasn't until his gaze fell upon the draft he had just finished last night, resting on the corner of his desk, that his expression finally settled a little.

The title of that draft was: "The Victor Says Little" — An In-depth Interview with Yan Xishou, Vice President of the Starry Group.

This article was the result of Zhuo Shuqing's work for the past week. The Starry Group had offered generous terms for him to write an exclusive article about their eldest young master, Yan Xishou, to be published in the Aurora Daily. To write it well, he had listened to Yan Xishou's eight-hour personal interview recording no less than eight times, meticulously choosing every word, condensing nearly all his life's literary talent into it.

Zhuo Shuqing was quite confident in the significance of this article. After all, everyone knew that Yan Xishou was very likely the next president of the Starry Group, and the opportunity to interview him wasn't available to just anyone. Chen Ling was merely a newcomer. How could any "big news" he had compare to Zhuo's heavyweight subject?

While comforting himself, Zhuo Shuqing picked up his article, ready to stand. After a moment of hesitation, he took up his pen and changed the article's title to a more appealing one:

"The Victor Says Little" — Yan Xishou, Vice President of the Starry Group, Teaches You How to Get Rich.

Perfect!

Zhuo Shuqing confidently held the article and knocked on the door of Editor-in-Chief Feng Man's office.

He wanted to submit this article to the editor-in-chief's desk before Chen Ling, to show the newcomer what a true journalist was.

"Come in."

Zhuo Shuqing pushed open the door and saw Feng Man, with her neat short hair, sitting behind her desk, busy flipping through several articles. She looked up at the newcomer, then lowered her head to continue working.

"Zhuo Shuqing, is there something you need?"

"Editor-in-Chief, this is the article I prepared over the past two days. Please have a look."

Zhuo Shuqing handed over the article. Feng Man glanced at the title, then casually began flipping through it. "Hmm... It's decent. Let's put it on tomorrow's finance page."

Zhuo Shuqing's heart swelled with joy, his thoughts racing. He decided to seize this opportunity to discredit Chen Ling a bit.

"Editor-in-Chief Feng, regarding the new reporter, Lin Yan, I don't think he's quite suitable..."

*Knock, knock, knock—*

A knock on the door interrupted Zhuo Shuqing's words.

As Feng Man said "Come in," Chen Ling entered with a few articles and photos in hand. His gaze swept over Zhuo Shuqing, who was also in the office, and his eyebrows slightly rose.

"Lin Yan, is there something you need?" Feng Man asked.

"Yes, I have a major, exclusive, front-line report here that I hope can be published as soon as possible." Chen Ling handed the articles and photos to Feng Man.

Seeing this, Zhuo Shuqing at the side silently rolled his eyes and couldn't help but speak up,

"Lin Yan, the word 'major' isn't something just any news can qualify for. Using it casually in your article will only make people think our Aurora Daily is a frivolous, attention-seeking media outlet..."

Chen Ling glanced at him. "Then, Mr. Zhuo, what kind of news would you consider 'major'?"

Zhuo Shuqing thought seriously for a moment. "In Aurora City this year, the only news that could be considered major was the train that crashed through the city gate, and that heretic Chen Ling who self-immolated on its front... Other things simply don't qualify."

As the two spoke, Feng Man took the articles and photos. The moment her gaze swept over the title, her pupils dramatically constricted!

*Bang—!*

She practically leaped out of her seat.

At the same time, Chen Ling calmly spoke,

"Then, I wonder, if the Starry Group was razed to the ground, with no survivors within... would that count as 'major'?"