When Yan Jiucheng woke up, he was already in the hotel room. The moment he opened his eyes, his muscle aches were spreading like the ones he had run a long distance of 10,000 meters yesterday.

Early in the morning, 7:30.

I turned my head and saw the phone resting quietly on the side. I fainted in the car and slept for 26 hours this time. I don’t know how long I slept this time, so I have to call my home quickly.

While holding the mobile phone that was turning on, Yan Jiuzheng turned over and saw a new suitcase on the ground, with some new clothes and a box inside.

Open the box and a mobile phone lies quietly inside.

The sunlight shines quietly in, as if nothing had happened before, warm and comfortable.

The phone turned on, and he quickly dialed it.

"Mom, I..."

"Relax." A mahjong sound came from my mother: "It's playing mahjong."

...

"Release" is the exclusive catchphrase of Jiucheng's mother, and she means to let go quickly.

"Then what, I've had something to do these days, so..."

"Looking, you called back the day before yesterday and said that the company sent you to the Imperial Capital for a business trip. Is there anything else?" My mother's voice suddenly became louder: "Xiao Qi is right! Ah haha, give money."

...

Yan Jiucheng looked slightly stunned. He answered vaguely and then hung up the phone.

Obviously, the person who called back was not himself, but must have been called by a mysterious organization living near Tiananmen Square. Yan Jiuzheng quickly looked at the caller ID. Sure enough, the signal showed that he had called his home in the past two days, two for his mother and one for his sister.

It can be seen that the disguised voice was hidden from the sister who grew up with me, but also from the fact that she brought up her mother.

This level of falsehood and realism made Yan Jiucheng's spine cold and his heart cool.

After thinking about it, he immediately called the company, saying that before someone brought him to the imperial capital, the leader said he wanted him to attend a meeting in the Provincial Environmental Protection Department. Not only did he not go to the meeting at this time, he also skipped work for a few days. Skipping work is not as good as skipping classes, and he might be fired.

Although I have given a promise to go to the national TV station, who knows whether it is true or false. It is better to keep your job safer.

"Didn't you take annual leave?" The leader who took the call was very confused: "And I didn't want you to go to the Provincial Environmental Protection Department for a meeting."

Yan Jiucheng understood instantly.

Since he was in the "The Strongest Divine Brain" program team, these people have set their sights on him, and they may have arranged the subsequent playoffs secretly.

Yan Jiucheng picked up the magazine on the table and fanned it, and a layer of sweat broke out on his body.

Some people must have tasted the feeling of being plotted against, but it tastes bad, but few people will experience the feeling of being targeted by a powerful mysterious organization. This is thousands of times worse than being plotted against, and it makes people afraid.

Yes, fear, fearful.

If you are plotted against others, you still have the possibility of resisting or even crushing villains. If you are targeted by such an organization, you don’t seem to have any other choice except helplessness.

When you are in the movie, you will think that those agents, such as the National Intelligence Agency, are cool, but when you really meet them, when you are really targeted by such an omnipotent organization, that is not interesting.

The kind of fear that others are fish and humans are like chopping boards is creepy.

At this time, Yan Jiucheng had no good feelings for such an organization. He never thought about being a hero. To put it bluntly, in just twenty years of his life, he had long been used to being a person who applauded the hero behind his sister, who was full of popularity.

It would be great to live a peaceful life without knowing it. I am afraid that such a mysterious organization might be killed, right?

I am a commoner, so there is no need to get into this messy water.

Yan Jiucheng's eyes fell on the table, and he lay quietly on his head to register for the information on the state TV station. To be honest, at this moment, he was a little hesitant whether to use these information to report.

I went to report it, will I fall into another deep pit?

After thinking for a full minute, Yan Jiucheng finally picked up the information on the table and turned around and walked towards the door, but he didn't take the box.

Maybe they just need someone to find the suspicious elements, which should be a one-time deal. Although this mysterious organization is scary, it looks decent. I promised to find the suspicious people, and they gave me a quota for national TV stations. The clothes are not included in the agreement. I deserve it, Yan Jiucheng thought.

Give it a try.

Since they have all let themselves go, they have to try such a good job opportunity.

With the idea of ​​making a lot of money if he really entered the state TV station. If he didn't, he would be considered to make contributions to the country. Yan Jiucheng came to the downstairs of the state TV station with a hint of greed and a desperate mentality.

This majestic building that was only seen on TV before, when you really stand in front of it, you will find how ridiculous those who mocked this building like big shorts, without any aesthetics.

This is a national TV station!

What's wrong with the waste?! The state TV station is rich and powerful and can afford to waste it!

A student who graduated from journalism can join a state television station. This is not just a measure of how much money he can earn. This is social status. Can a reporter from a state television station be the same as the reporter of his current tabloid?

What about such a big shorts building! In such a prosperous area in the capital, every inch of land is valuable, so people have money to get big shorts. What's wrong?!

"Mom, take a picture of me, take a picture of me, take this sign in!"

"Please let it go, we haven't finished the filming yet!"

Some tourists were rushing to take photos with the logo of this building under the National TV station building. The National TV station does not allow tourists to visit, so tourists can only take pictures outside the gate. In the past, Yan Jiuzheng could only be like these people, squeezing me and I squeeze you, and take pictures with the signs outside the building. But today it is different.

Yan Jiucheng sorted out his clothes, his head raised higher than usual, and walked into the door with a hint of undetectable proud smile on his face. He was like other employees working on national television stations.

He saw the envious and admiring eyes projected by some people.

This made Yan Jiucheng's head raise higher.

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"Have you been contacted there?" asked the old man and slowly sat in front of the screen.

"Well, okay, now the data is transmitted synchronously." A cold woman's voice was straightforward and neat with the keyboard typing.

In front of a row of screens, a woman wearing a dark green military jacket typing on the keyboard with her hands. She was fair and slender, with long hair tied back her head neatly, capable.

Surveillance of five areas of the TV station appeared on five screens.

"He's here." The woman stretched out her finger and pointed to one of the screens among the many screens. Her side was undulating and undulating. She stretched out her hand and pressed the keyboard and frowned: "The radio is not clear, do you need to listen to what he says?"

"Yes." The old man picked up the white porcelain cup and drank a sip of tea, nodded, took off his sunglasses and stared at the screen with his eyes tightly, like an eagle staring at his prey.

"Yeah." The woman glanced at a staff member beside her and said, "Yeah, it was an order."

A staff member bent down and whispered to Mai: "Douzi, it's your turn."

After a dozen seconds, I saw a woman with an extremely ordinary appearance. No, to be precise, she should be a girl. She seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a ponytail and wearing a blue skirt, walking lightly to the registration office, showing her lively and innocent.

This is the bean in the staff's mouth.

Douzi stood beside Yan Jiucheng and stopped. In just one or two seconds, he turned around and left.

From the direction of the camera, the girl named Douzi did nothing to Yan Jiucheng, but just one or two seconds later, Yan Jiucheng's voice came clearly.

"Hello, I'm here to report it. My name is Yan Jiucheng." The voice was so clear that it seemed that the words said beside the old man could even hear his breathing.

"The movement is too big, and the blind man can see it." Although the eavesdropping weapon was installed on 90% without knowing it, the woman wearing a dark green military jacket frowned in disappointment, and her criticism made people shudder: "Douzi's technology has not yet improved, so it must be eliminated."

"You, it's too strict." The old man smiled.

"It's her that she is too stupid." The woman said, her words not at all soft.

She then sat in the seat, stretched out her finger and pressed several buttons.

I have to say that her fingers were a little inconsistent with her voice. Her fingers were particularly slender and fair, like a piano-playing hand, very gentle and beautiful.

But her voice was cold, and she was calm except for being stern.

The camera closer, and Yan Jiuzheng's side face appeared on the screen.

After looking at Yan Jiuzheng with a pair of sharp eyes through the screen, the calm woman's voice was definitely given: "The appearance is plain and very good."

The appearance that is embarrassing among the crowds of people who will not attract attention is one of their most basic choice criteria when selecting people.

"See if he has the ability to become your person." The old man smiled and took a sip of tea: "Now I'm joining the Internet, I'll see you."

The woman snorted.
Chapter completed!