Song Tan Jishi

Faced with the gangster brother’s violent behavior, the live broadcast room was full of [hahahahahaha]

I know, I know, we’re talking about dogs, right, sloppy brother? 】

　　【You don't want your life, dare you say that to your sloppy brother? 】

　　【Southerners tremble without using bath towels】

　　【I know you are from the south, so there is no need to show off by turning on the fan at 20 or 30 degrees Celsius】

　　【That is, I was as cold as a dog. Did I say anything? 】

　　【Damn, I really want to work at the anchor's house! There is no heating but a stove! 】

　　【Get out of the way, get out of the way! Let me watch the king take a bath】

【that is! This is the king’s first bath! 】

  【His! that is! The sloppy brother has gone off topic! Get out of the way, let me see the king! 】

Zhang Yanping looked at the dazzling barrage, and his eyes went dark at this moment!

He pointed the camera with a dark face - nothing was wrong. The whole bathroom was crowded with the three of them, and it was a panoramic view from any angle.

He paused and suddenly became happy again: "Qiaoqiao, you can't turn around here, otherwise you wash up first, and I'll wait for you at the door."

 Qiao Qiao rubbed her foamy hands for a moment, and then thought carefully for a moment: "No, Brother Yanping, I think it's fine if you are there - I'll wash the first half and you can wash the second half!"

Zhang Yanping:…

Song Tan's voice happened to be heard at this moment: "Brother Yan Ping, please hold on tight! Otherwise, it's already dark and several dogs haven't been washed yet. This is ridiculous!"

Zhang Yanping suddenly became angry: "This is the job of temporary workers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Qiao looked over with hurt on his face: "Brother Yan Ping, do you dislike the king?"

He pursed his lips and handed over the king’s red bib: “Otherwise… just go and rub your bib.”

Brother Yan Ping: ...You said I was such a bad mouther! Even the work is done and it’s still not good!

 He sighed: "No, I was joking with your sister... Come on, come on, wash, wash them!"

Zhang Yanping had never washed a dog before, so he poured shampoo into it and rubbed it in. There was no lather on it the first time, so he rinsed it off quickly.

 On the other hand, the bubbles were foaming the second time, and the pressure was relieved by rubbing it again and again! Moreover, the king squinted his eyes and stood firmly without any resistance at all. He was obviously quite comfortable!

Only when he was about to flush the water, Qiao Qiao was not happy: "Brother Yan Ping, you haven't even given the king a good rub..."

Zhang Yanping was happy: "Hey, little temporary worker, how many numbers are our dogs in? Hurry up, wash them before dark, and then go into the fire room to dry their fur, so it won't be cold at night!"

Now as soon as the sun sets, the temperature drops sharply, and the wind blows again... shouldn't we hurry up?

Besides, if you wash eleven dogs in one go, if you still need to knead and massage them... With this workload, Zhang Yanping thinks he can change his identity. If he doesn't move, the dogs can be washed by him!

Qiaoqiao still listened to the advice and stopped rubbing her hands at the moment. As soon as she took the shower head, she shouted in a loud voice: "Mom! Wrap it in a towel for the king!"

Ulan didn’t want to pay attention to this silly kid—what’s your physique? What kind of towel can be used to wrap it? Sheets and blankets would probably work!

She and Song Tan were sitting at the door. When the bathroom door opened, they each covered their heads and faces with a few old towels and started rubbing each other!

 After rubbing it, the king’s short hair was swaying here and there, and it was obviously scrawled. Qiaoqiao was giving Dabao his first massage. Castro's black coat was shiny and mixed with water, and dusty grass blades washed down. The bather regretted, "Shouldn't I have used some protective gear on Dabao just now?" Fasu?"

The gangster brother has already succumbed and said plaintively: "Please calm down, ancestor!"

After all the busy work, the dogs were not tired at all. Instead, they were taken care of comfortably. They were bathed, wiped and dried. However, Qiao Qiao and Zhang Yanping came out of the bathroom and sighed heavily. Tone!

"so tired…"

 …

But the reporters from Yuncheng Daily did not know the hardships of the old Song family. They only lamented that they had to go on a business trip early in the morning - in the middle of winter, who knows? I got up at five o'clock and got ready to go. I planned to take pictures of the steaming farm breakfast!

 After all, in local forums, everyone is only interested in eating and drinking, and nothing else...don’t mention it!

The driver was from a newspaper office. He was also yawning at this moment and let out a breath of white air: "Are they all here? Come on, get in the car."

Journalist Yu Yan is a woman in her early thirties. She gave birth to a child at the beginning of the year and has not long returned to work. However, the local newspaper office is becoming increasingly depleted and now relies entirely on financial support, so there is no workplace.

 It’s all an iron rice bowl, so just hold on!

The only bad thing is that in the middle of this year, the policies from the top were coming one by one, funding was not forthcoming, and wages were delayed... No, now the newspaper office should be proactive about doing something!

The public account also has two young people keeping an eye on it, and they are running it seriously.

 Otherwise, I won’t be able to write a performance report even if I keep reaching out! What a shame!

They were all old acquaintances, and Yu Yan was not embarrassed. After the car left the city, he opened his makeup bag and said:

“Brother Li, please drive more steadily, otherwise it will be very troublesome if the painting is damaged.”

Brother Li also understands - to be on camera, you have to work for hours. It’s very painful to get up early in the morning in winter, and you have to put on your makeup an hour in advance...

Mother!

He is very good as a driver, and there is no difference in salary among everyone.

"Don't worry, wait until I get out of the suburbs. The roads will be built this year. It's pretty easy to walk over there. They're all asphalt roads."

Yu Yan was pleasantly surprised for a moment, and then he breathed a sigh of relief!

The photographer, holding the camera, also yawned at this moment: "What kind of [small farmers] are we run by the city? Is that data really fake?"

Speaking of this, everyone became interested: "Yeah, is it true or false? Why do I think the data is too unreal? The other two are normal, with annual sales of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands...the first place Why so many?"

Yu Yan said "hmm": "Don't worry, the awards haven't been awarded yet."

　　Why are you waiting for the award? As soon as they looked at the data, they knew who the winner was—a child from a rural area had been doing live broadcasts for several months, and the sales were close to eight figures... Isn’t this outrageous? !

Yu Yan was quite curious: "I went to the live broadcast room to watch the replay, and it was really interesting. The number of fans, the number of viewers, and the activity level are all fine... It's just that the things are expensive and you have to grab them... it's a bit outrageous."

The cameraman also got excited: "How expensive is it? Is it as expensive as the high-quality one in the vegetable market? My wife bought two watermelons there in the summer, darling, they cost 20 a pound!"

This is outrageous. You must know that in July and August, unicorn melons on the roadside cost less than two yuan. His twenty-one kilograms...he was more subtle than this in grabbing money!

 “Is that delicious?”

Yu Yan asked him, and driver Li Ge also pricked up his ears.

The cameraman was depressed: "I took a private order and went out of town... When I came back, I didn't even see the skin of the melon!"

 Update 1. I'm back. I haven't broken through yet, but I feel a little bit better! Thank you all for your tolerance!

Also thanks to the ruthless demon cat for the reward.

 The ownership of daily newspapers varies from place to place. Some are party and government agencies, and some are directly affiliated public institutions, but most of them are directly allocated by the government.