Almighty Summoner

Zhang Lin glanced around and saw a middle-aged man with sunglasses smoking a cigarette by the wall outside the cordon, so he walked over with Li Xinran.

The middle-aged man also had a camera in his hand and a certificate around his neck, apparently a reporter.

"Old Zhao, long time no see." Zhang Lin greeted him.

The man known as Lao Zhao turned his head, raised his brows slightly, and said, "Is that you?"

Because he was wearing sunglasses, Zhang Lin couldn't see the change in his eyes, but he didn't need it. He directly extended his hand to him and said, "Do you have a temporary press card? Use it."

"what?"

Lao Zhao thought that Zhang Lin wanted to shake hands, but he was just about to shake hands, but Zhang Lin was stunned when he said such a sentence.

Temporary press card is a kind of assistant card. Generally, only reporters above the director level will have it. This kind of certificate is relatively low-level, and no one will respect it when you take it out. The treatment is far inferior to that of an intern reporter. However, with a temporary press card, you can enter the club, which is absolutely not wrong.

Although just entering the club does not mean that you can enter the reception, it is only a stepping stone. As long as he entered the club, Zhang Lin had 10 million ways to enter the reception, and there would be no surprises. After all, this used to be his territory, is there anyone who is more familiar with it than him?

"Ah what, take it if you have it, two."

"Oh." Lao Zhao withdrew his hand in embarrassment, took out two green cards and handed them to Zhang Lin.

"Thanks."

Zhang Lin put the card in his pocket, pulled Li Xinran, turned around and left.

Lao Zhao sighed, took off his sunglasses, looked at Zhang Lin's back, and said, "I didn't expect you to ask me for a press card when you enter the club. It's ironic."

Back then, it was extremely difficult for him to meet Zhang Lin at the club because Zhang Lin rarely gave interviews. In the newspaper office, he was mainly in charge of the Weiba Club. Interviewing Zhang Lin was a difficulty he had to overcome. He did everything possible to play hide and seek with Zhang Lin countless times. Although he used to think that this was a very depressing thing, but now I want to come to sigh in addition to sigh.

Zhang Lin crossed the cordon with Li Xinran's temporary press card. Li Xinran seemed very happy and asked, "Who was that person just now? Do you know him?"

"A reporter, I have met several times before." Zhang Lin said.

"Oh." Li Xinran blinked and said, "Why do I think you don't seem to like him?"

Zhang Lin smiled and said, "What is there to like about a man, if he is a beautiful woman like you, I will like it."

"No seriousness." Li Xinran blushed and stopped asking.

Zhang Lin really didn't like Lao Zhao. He used to be annoying, so he never had a good face when talking to Lao Zhao. His attitude was not bad just now.

"It's almost time, let's go in."

At this time, I don't know who said a word, and I saw all the reporters pouring in the side door with the guys who were eating. Zhang Lin and Li Xinran also followed them and entered the Weiba Club.

The Weiba Club has a total of fourteen floors, and the reception is located in the reception hall on the fifth floor.

Coming to this club again, looking at these familiar places, Zhang Lin couldn't help but feel a little sad. Although there was no change on the surface, he was not in a good mood, so much so that he didn't have the heart to talk to Li Xinran.

Li Xinran also had some feelings about Zhang Lin's emotions, and asked in a low voice, "Do you think I'm annoying?"

"Huh? How do you say that?"

"I wanted to see the reception, so I dragged you in without asking your wishes. I'm sorry. If you think it's boring here, let's go out."

Zhang Lin's heart was touched for a while, Li Xinran usually looked carefree, but she was still a girl after all. It is said that girls are careful, and it is true that the other party's small reaction will make them grind in their hearts and make random guesses.

But this also shows from the side that she cares a lot and cares about the feelings of the other party.

"No, in fact, I also wanted to come to the reception to see. I finally got in, why did I go out?" Zhang Lin said, pulling up the collar of the coat that had been erected.

He is very familiar here, and there are many acquaintances at the same time. However, he did not deliberately hide his face, because for acquaintances, even wearing makeup is useless, and his words and deeds are easy to see.

Besides, he doesn't need to hide anything, can't he see people yet?

It's just that apart from the two reporters he knew in the lobby on the fifth floor, there was no one he knew. After all, he rarely came to the fifth floor before, because there were only press conferences held here, and he basically never attended. Even if you are interviewed, you are usually blocked. You can interview wherever you are blocked.

Hearing that Zhang Lin was not unhappy, Li Xinran was relieved, and then the two of them found a place to sit down and rested for a while.

The time has not yet come, and even the staff of the club only have some chores, and the reporters are like them, gathering in groups of three or five to discuss something, and at the same time they are waiting.

"Wow, I've only seen it on TV, it's very different to sit here in person."

Li Xinran looked around excitedly and said, "But it's not as good as the one on TV."

"Of course, what's filmed on TV is only partial, who would take pictures of those ugly corners when they're idle?" Zhang Lindao.

"That's right. Then why are we sitting in this corner? Can't we sit in the middle? The chances of being photographed will be very high."

Zhang Lin glanced at her and said, "Temporary press card, eldest sister, we are only fit to sit here, and we will be kicked out when we sit in the middle. Originally, I didn't want to hit you like this, but you have to bump into it. Looking depressed."

"I won't be depressed." Li Xinran shrugged, but she didn't see how disappointed she was. I had to say that the girl's mentality was still good.

The two were chatting when suddenly a young man ran over with a smile, sat beside Zhang Lin, and said very familiarly, "Brother Zhang, it's been a long time."

Zhang Lin nodded at him, without a smile on his face, but said in a cold tone: "You kid has very sharp eyes, but I have to remind you, don't report what shouldn't be reported, or you may suffer losses. It's going to be huge."

"Don't worry, I understand." The young man smiled.

This young man, Zhang Lin, also knows him, and is also a reporter. He has also given an interview to him before. However, he is different from Lao Zhao. This guy, Zhang Lin, can't believe it at all. This kid is a typical entertainment reporter.

Therefore, there is no need to say anything to Lao Zhao Zhanglin. He knows that Lao Zhao will not report some things that are not without his consent. After all, Lao Zhao is relying on Weiba to eat, and he is an exclusive reporter, and there is no possibility of any offense. Locally, the reports are mostly positive, and the relationship with Weiba is quite harmonious.

Even though Zhang Lin is not at Weiba now, but his influence is enough to threaten Lao Zhao's job, everyone is not a fool, it goes without saying that he understands.

But the guy in front of him is different. Even if Zhang Lin told him now, there is no guarantee that he will report it, but Zhang Lin still has to warn him.

"Can you do me a favor? I want to get an exclusive." The youth said.

"What exclusive? I don't have anything of value here, don't waste your time." Zhang Lin said.

The young man smiled, pouted and said, "misunderstanding, I mean to take Bai Xiaotian's exclusive, you are friends, it should be easy."

Zhang Lin squinted his eyes, this is really straightforward, but he was not disgusted, and immediately said: "What good will I do?"

"The advantage is to shut me up." The young man said, and made a zipper movement around his mouth.

"Then why should I trust you?"

Hearing this, the young man said nothing, picked up the camera, pulled out the memory card, and threw it in front of Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin shook his head and said, "I know you won't shoot this, just put it away."

Zhang Lin has long had rules. Even if he was interviewed in the past, it was only in the form of text in games or in reality. No photo or video was ever made public, and ordinary people didn't know what he looked like.

In fact, the current Zhang Lin is really not worth shooting, not because he left the professional circle, but because his face is too unfamiliar.

Unless the title is something like Mu Linsen's true face, but Zhang Lin believes that the guy in front of him is not able to achieve this level, Zhang Lin would never accept his interview at the beginning. Besides, if he really meant to do it, he would have done it long ago.

After all, he knew Zhang Lin and could have **** at any time. Zhang Lin was not a person who would not go out all day, and he often went to the starry sky to eat, which was not a secret to the young people in front of him.

"Oh, Brother Zhang, do me a favor, you still can't trust me?" The young man saw that Zhang Lin was unmoved, and could only beg with a bitter face.

Zhang Lin exhaled and said, "Okay, I've got you covered. You'll follow me later."

"Hey, thank you Brother Zhang, I knew you were the best for me."

The young man blew Zhang Lin a kiss, and then ran away.

Zhang Lin shook his head, and suddenly found that Li Xinran beside him was staring at him with a pair of big eyes, and that expression made Zhang Lin feel a little hairy.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Zhang Lin asked.

"You... surnamed Zhang?"

"Yeah, didn't I tell you before? Luo Yang is Qixiao, and I am Zhang Lin." Zhang Lin sighed and admitted.

"Your name is Zhang Lin too?"

Zhang Lin fainted, what is "also called Zhang Lin", he is Zhang Lin, okay?

Li Xinran blinked and nodded: "That's right, this name is very common, there should be a lot of people calling it."

"Well, that's right." Zhang Lin could only agree.

"You still know quite a few reporters."

"There are not many, just two. I have seen them a few times, and they can talk."

Li Xinran shook his head and said, "I see, were the two reporters present when you met with Bai Xiaotian last time? Otherwise, how would he know that you and Bai Xiaotian are friends."

"Maybe."

Zhang Lin responded casually. In fact, he was quite puzzled. Li Xinran was not an idiot, but he just didn't know why he seemed stupid in this matter. However, it may be that he overestimated the situation from a subjective point of view. In fact, if he was a bystander, he couldn't explain it with the few words of dialogue he just had with the reporter, and it would not be difficult to understand if he couldn't guess.

Zhang Lin was thinking about it when he suddenly saw that the venue became noisy, and everyone looked at the gate. There, Yang Mingchao walked in with Liang Sheng and Bai Xiaotian, and sat directly at the front.

The reception has begun.