Arabella left with great disappointment.

When she was in the corridor, her colleague greeted her, but she was in no mood to pay attention, with only a cold expression.

"What's wrong with her today?"

"Maybe in a bad mood? I just saw him coming out of the manager's office."

"It's strange, she's usually very enthusiastic."

Arabella ignored anyone and even threw away the morning work, but went home directly.

It was a low-rent housing community.

There were some messy stairs, dusty corridors, one connected to an old door, Arabella was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and her dress was very inconsistent with the surrounding environment.

Houses in South London are expensive, and even the government-built low-rent housing and rent charges are terrifying.

Such a dilapidated low-rent house, a standard single room costs 30 to 40 square meters, and the monthly rent is about 400 to 600 pounds.

Arabella took out the key, opened a door, and pushed it in. The room was neatly tidy, with wallpaper on the wall covering the damaged walls, but there was always a smell of mold in the air.

That's the smell of old housing.

Arabella has long been used to it, she has lived here for more than ten years.

After entering his room, Arabella lost her cold look and turned into despair, helplessness and pain, and tears in her eyes could no longer help but drip.

She leaned half on the wall, squatted and hugged her head and cried.

Over the years, she has lived a strong life alone. From the beginning of a bar dancer to the BBC TV staff, she can sacrifice her body for money, work, and purpose, but she does not care at all. Perhaps, no woman will care.

The reason she did this is simple: the body is her only bargaining chip!

She failed to finish high school.

She was unwilling to recall that painful childhood experience. When she was young, she lived alone with government relief funds. During this period, she had desires, hurts, and depravity. When she grew up, she could only learn to please men for life.

Now she finally came out.

She became an employee of BBC TV, had a very stable job, and had her own programs. She thought she could be as strong as others, even better than others.

Now she found herself too naive!

It is a normal competition with Denise. She is indeed much better at hosting work than herself. She came up with some conspiracies and even let the Hun egg insult, but in the end she has no effect.

In the past, she thought beauty could be obtained; now she found that she had always been wrong.

Her world collapsed.

———

In the office.

Carlos lay on the chair, savoring the freshly brewed coffee, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That's because of the news provided by Arabella.

Carlros had known that Zhang Yang worked on BBC TV for a long time. He even knew that Zhang Yang and Denise were in the same department, but he did not go into it or show it. He just pretended to be ignorant.

One of the news provided by Arabella is very valuable-

Zhang Yang is an intern.

"intern?"

When Carlos heard what Arabella said, he was really surprised.

After Arabella left, he finally realized that there was a lot of room for operation: Zhang Yang was just an intern, and he had not officially started. If he was asked to work in the broadcasting team, all problems would be solved.

Carlros smiled and picked up the phone.

At the same time, Zhang Yang is working hard, and Spoel assigned a heavy task. The last round of the Champions League is about to be launched. The BBC website sports page requires several Italian sports news. In one morning, he will translate three articles.

For others, that was a heavy task, but for Zhang Yang, it was just mechanical typing, and he could finish it in an hour.

Then there is free rest time.

This has been the case in recent days. He works for one or two hours a day and can do whatever he wants in the rest of his time. He logs on Weibo when he has time to interact with his fans, or simply downloads a game and performs leisure and entertainment activities in the office.

But no one blamed anything.

Even Spoel made acquiesce because he did a great job.

The same is true today.

After finishing the work, I watched it at 9:30, and Zhang Yang was about to continue yesterday's game. At this moment, a surprise shout came from behind, "Zhang! You are the 'personal Zhang Yang', right?"

Everyone in the office turned around.

It was the sound of a fat man. His name was Isaiah Aldridge. His name was very cool, but unfortunately he only had the appearance of a fat otaku.

Isaiah was pointing at the screen, "Right? Zhang! Your Weibo name is 'Personal Zhang Yang', don't deny it, there are reports here!"

The office suddenly became noisy.

The proportion of people who know "personality and vocality" outside is actually not high, but it is different in the sports and foreign media department. The radio team is in the same building, and the "Voice of the Premier League" program is promoted at the door, and the "personality and vocality" will be heard by many people.

Someone had planned to form a group to see what the "flattering personality" looks like. Isaiah actually said with certainty that the new Chinese boy is "flattering personality"?

How is that possible?

"Isaiah, are you mistaken?"

"Why did you say that?"

"Zhang? It's impossible! Zhang is only in his early twenties, so how could he have such accurate football analysis... and he is just a translator."

Everyone was discussing enthusiastically.

Some people went to read the reports that Isaiah said, while most people turned their attention to Changyang.

Zhang Yang was immediately embarrassed.

Faced with so many questionable gazes, he could only nod his head with a bitter smile, "Yeah, but how did you know?" He looked at Isaiah and asked the same questions as others.

"Really?"

"God! It's not a joke!"

"Zhang! I am your fan. I didn't expect you to be in the same office as me!"

"I'm so hard that you hide it."

Zhang Yang betrayed his friend helplessly, "Andy knows too." He pointed at Andy, looking like 'I'm not familiar with you, so I didn't say anything, but Andy knew very well'.

"Oh my God! Andy, you know? You're not friends enough!"

"Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"I'll buy you breakfast in the morning!"

After successfully diverting the attention of colleagues, Zhang Yang walked to Isaiah's desk and looked at his computer screen. There was a news from the official BBC website: "Who is 'personal Zhang Yang'? The BBC official exclusive secret!"

The news also comes with flamboyant photos.

Zhang Yang's face turned a little dark. He pointed to the screen and said dissatisfiedly, "This is too ugly! Which photo provided by Hun's egg?" In the photo, he squeezed into the bus crowd, tilted his body and looked sideways, with no image at all.

Many people around were laughing.

"I guess it's a secret photo? This angle?"

"Zhang, don't worry! You are much more handsome than in the photo!"

"You just don't play the camera!"

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Chapter completed!