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Chapter 28 Exclusive Reveal
Chapter 28 Exclusive Reveal
Arabella leaves with great disappointment.
When she was in the corridor, when her colleagues greeted her, she was in no mood to pay attention, only a cold expression.
"What happened to her today?"
"Maybe he's in a bad mood? I saw him come out of the manager's office just now."
"It's strange, she is usually very enthusiastic."
Arabella paid no attention to anyone, even quitting her morning work, and went straight home.
It was a low-rent housing community.
Some untidy staircases, dusty corridors, old doors connecting one another, Arabella dressed in flamboyant clothes, out of harmony with the surrounding environment.
Housing prices in South London are expensive, and even the rent charges for low-rent housing built by the government are scratching your head.
Such dilapidated low-rent housing, a standard single room is [-] to [-] square meters, and the monthly rent is about [-] to [-] pounds.
Arabella took out the key, opened a door, and walked in. The room was neatly tidied up, and wallpaper was pasted on the walls to cover the damaged walls, but there was always a musty smell in the air.
It was the smell of an old house.
Arabella is already used to it, she has lived here for more than ten years.
After walking into her own room, Arabella lost that cold look, and turned into despair, helplessness and pain, and the tears in her eyes couldn't help dripping down anymore.
She was half leaning against the wall, squatting and crying with her head in her arms.
Over the years, she has lived a very strong life by herself. From a bar dancer to a BBC TV employee, she can sacrifice her body for money, work, and purpose, but she doesn't care at all. Perhaps, no woman would not care.
The reason for her doing this is simple: her body is her only bargaining chip!
She failed to finish high school.
She doesn't want to think about that painful childhood experience. When she was young, she lived alone on government relief funds. During this period, she had desires, hurts, and sinking. When she grew up, she had to learn to live alone. Please men.
Now she finally came out.
She became an employee of BBC TV, had a very stable job, and also had her own program. She thought she could be like others, or even better than others.
Now she realizes how naive she is!
It's a normal competition with Denise. She is indeed much better than herself in hosting work; she came up with some schemes and tricks, even at the expense of being insulted by that bastard, but in the end it didn't work at all.
In the past, she thought beauty could get anything; but now she finds that she has been wrong all along.
Her world fell apart.
----
in the office.
Karl Ross reclined on the chair, tasting the freshly brewed coffee, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.
That's because of the information provided by Arabella.
Karl Ross had known for a long time that Zhang Yang worked at BBC Television, and he even knew that Zhang Yang and Denise were in the same department, but he didn't go into it, nor did he show it, he just pretended to be ignorant.
One thing about the information provided by Arabella is very valuable——
Zhang Yang is an intern.
"intern?"
Karl Rose was really surprised when he heard what Arabella said.
After Arabella left, he finally came to his senses and felt that there was a lot of room for manipulation: Zhang Yang was just an intern, that is, he hadn't officially taken up a job. If he was allowed to work in the broadcasting team, all problems would be solved easily.
Carlos smiled and picked up the phone.
At the same time, Zhang Yang was working hard. The task assigned by Spohr was very heavy. The final round of the Champions League was about to start. The sports section of the BBC website needed some Italian sports news. In one morning, he had to translate three articles.
For others, it was a heavy task, but for Zhang Yang, it was just mechanical typing, and he could finish it within an hour.
Then there is free rest time.
The work in the past few days has been like this, doing one or two hours of translation every day, and the rest of the time can be done at will. When he is free, he can log in to Weibo, interact with fans, or simply download a game. For casual entertainment in the office.
But no one blames anything.
Even Spohr acquiesced, because he did a great job.
The same is true today.
After finishing work, I looked at the time and it was only 09:30. Zhang Yang was about to continue yesterday's game. At this moment, a surprised cry came from behind, "Zhang! You are 'Personality Zhang', right?"
Everyone in the office turned around.
It was the voice of a little fat man. His name was Isaiah Aldridge. His name was very cool, but it was a pity that he only had the appearance of an otaku fat man.
Isaiah was pointing at the screen, "Isn't it? Zhang! Your Weibo name is 'Personality Publicity', don't deny it, here's a report!"
The office suddenly became noisy.
The proportion of people who know about "Personality Publicity" outside is actually not high, but it is different in the sports and foreign media department. The broadcasting group is in the same building, and the "Voice of the Premier League" program is promoted at the door. "Personal Publicity" will naturally heard by many people.
Before, some people planned to form a group to see what "Personality" looks like, but Isaiah actually said with certainty that the new Chinese boy is "Personality"?
How can it be?
"Isaiah, are you mistaken?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Zhang? Impossible! Zhang is only in his early twenties, how could he have such accurate football analysis... Besides, he is just a translator."
Everyone was discussing enthusiastically.
Some people read the report Isaiah said, but most people turned their attention to Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang was suddenly embarrassed.
Faced with so many questioning eyes, he could only nod with a wry smile, "Yes, but how did you know?" He looked at Isaiah and asked the same question as the others.
"Really are?"
"God! No kidding!"
"Zhang! I'm your fan, I didn't expect you to be in the same office as me!"
"It's hard for you to hide it from me."
Zhang Yang betrayed his friend helplessly, "Andy knows too." He pointed at Andy, with an expression of "I don't know you well, so I didn't say it, but Andy knows it very well."
"My God! Andy, you know? You're not enough friends!"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
"Fortunately, I bought breakfast for you in the morning!"
After successfully diverting the attention of his colleagues, Zhang Yang walked to Isaiah's desk and looked at his computer screen. On it was a news item from the BBC's official website: "Who is 'Personality Zhang'? Official BBC Exclusive Reveal!"
The news is also accompanied by publicity photos.
Zhang Yang's face turned dark, and he pointed at the screen and said dissatisfiedly, "This is too ugly! Which bastard provided the photo?" In the photo, he is crowded in the bus crowd, with his body tilted and his face sideways, the image is Not at all.
Many people around burst out laughing.
"It's probably a sneak shot, right? This angle?"
"Zhang, don't worry! You are much more handsome than in the photo!"
"You're just not photogenic!"
"..."
Zhang Yang reluctantly accepted the reality, and after dealing with a group of enthusiastic colleagues, he returned to his desk and searched for relevant reports on the computer.
(End of this chapter)
Arabella leaves with great disappointment.
When she was in the corridor, when her colleagues greeted her, she was in no mood to pay attention, only a cold expression.
"What happened to her today?"
"Maybe he's in a bad mood? I saw him come out of the manager's office just now."
"It's strange, she is usually very enthusiastic."
Arabella paid no attention to anyone, even quitting her morning work, and went straight home.
It was a low-rent housing community.
Some untidy staircases, dusty corridors, old doors connecting one another, Arabella dressed in flamboyant clothes, out of harmony with the surrounding environment.
Housing prices in South London are expensive, and even the rent charges for low-rent housing built by the government are scratching your head.
Such dilapidated low-rent housing, a standard single room is [-] to [-] square meters, and the monthly rent is about [-] to [-] pounds.
Arabella took out the key, opened a door, and walked in. The room was neatly tidied up, and wallpaper was pasted on the walls to cover the damaged walls, but there was always a musty smell in the air.
It was the smell of an old house.
Arabella is already used to it, she has lived here for more than ten years.
After walking into her own room, Arabella lost that cold look, and turned into despair, helplessness and pain, and the tears in her eyes couldn't help dripping down anymore.
She was half leaning against the wall, squatting and crying with her head in her arms.
Over the years, she has lived a very strong life by herself. From a bar dancer to a BBC TV employee, she can sacrifice her body for money, work, and purpose, but she doesn't care at all. Perhaps, no woman would not care.
The reason for her doing this is simple: her body is her only bargaining chip!
She failed to finish high school.
She doesn't want to think about that painful childhood experience. When she was young, she lived alone on government relief funds. During this period, she had desires, hurts, and sinking. When she grew up, she had to learn to live alone. Please men.
Now she finally came out.
She became an employee of BBC TV, had a very stable job, and also had her own program. She thought she could be like others, or even better than others.
Now she realizes how naive she is!
It's a normal competition with Denise. She is indeed much better than herself in hosting work; she came up with some schemes and tricks, even at the expense of being insulted by that bastard, but in the end it didn't work at all.
In the past, she thought beauty could get anything; but now she finds that she has been wrong all along.
Her world fell apart.
----
in the office.
Karl Ross reclined on the chair, tasting the freshly brewed coffee, a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.
That's because of the information provided by Arabella.
Karl Ross had known for a long time that Zhang Yang worked at BBC Television, and he even knew that Zhang Yang and Denise were in the same department, but he didn't go into it, nor did he show it, he just pretended to be ignorant.
One thing about the information provided by Arabella is very valuable——
Zhang Yang is an intern.
"intern?"
Karl Rose was really surprised when he heard what Arabella said.
After Arabella left, he finally came to his senses and felt that there was a lot of room for manipulation: Zhang Yang was just an intern, that is, he hadn't officially taken up a job. If he was allowed to work in the broadcasting team, all problems would be solved easily.
Carlos smiled and picked up the phone.
At the same time, Zhang Yang was working hard. The task assigned by Spohr was very heavy. The final round of the Champions League was about to start. The sports section of the BBC website needed some Italian sports news. In one morning, he had to translate three articles.
For others, it was a heavy task, but for Zhang Yang, it was just mechanical typing, and he could finish it within an hour.
Then there is free rest time.
The work in the past few days has been like this, doing one or two hours of translation every day, and the rest of the time can be done at will. When he is free, he can log in to Weibo, interact with fans, or simply download a game. For casual entertainment in the office.
But no one blames anything.
Even Spohr acquiesced, because he did a great job.
The same is true today.
After finishing work, I looked at the time and it was only 09:30. Zhang Yang was about to continue yesterday's game. At this moment, a surprised cry came from behind, "Zhang! You are 'Personality Zhang', right?"
Everyone in the office turned around.
It was the voice of a little fat man. His name was Isaiah Aldridge. His name was very cool, but it was a pity that he only had the appearance of an otaku fat man.
Isaiah was pointing at the screen, "Isn't it? Zhang! Your Weibo name is 'Personality Publicity', don't deny it, here's a report!"
The office suddenly became noisy.
The proportion of people who know about "Personality Publicity" outside is actually not high, but it is different in the sports and foreign media department. The broadcasting group is in the same building, and the "Voice of the Premier League" program is promoted at the door. "Personal Publicity" will naturally heard by many people.
Before, some people planned to form a group to see what "Personality" looks like, but Isaiah actually said with certainty that the new Chinese boy is "Personality"?
How can it be?
"Isaiah, are you mistaken?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Zhang? Impossible! Zhang is only in his early twenties, how could he have such accurate football analysis... Besides, he is just a translator."
Everyone was discussing enthusiastically.
Some people read the report Isaiah said, but most people turned their attention to Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang was suddenly embarrassed.
Faced with so many questioning eyes, he could only nod with a wry smile, "Yes, but how did you know?" He looked at Isaiah and asked the same question as the others.
"Really are?"
"God! No kidding!"
"Zhang! I'm your fan, I didn't expect you to be in the same office as me!"
"It's hard for you to hide it from me."
Zhang Yang betrayed his friend helplessly, "Andy knows too." He pointed at Andy, with an expression of "I don't know you well, so I didn't say it, but Andy knows it very well."
"My God! Andy, you know? You're not enough friends!"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
"Fortunately, I bought breakfast for you in the morning!"
After successfully diverting the attention of his colleagues, Zhang Yang walked to Isaiah's desk and looked at his computer screen. On it was a news item from the BBC's official website: "Who is 'Personality Zhang'? Official BBC Exclusive Reveal!"
The news is also accompanied by publicity photos.
Zhang Yang's face turned dark, and he pointed at the screen and said dissatisfiedly, "This is too ugly! Which bastard provided the photo?" In the photo, he is crowded in the bus crowd, with his body tilted and his face sideways, the image is Not at all.
Many people around burst out laughing.
"It's probably a sneak shot, right? This angle?"
"Zhang, don't worry! You are much more handsome than in the photo!"
"You're just not photogenic!"
"..."
Zhang Yang reluctantly accepted the reality, and after dealing with a group of enthusiastic colleagues, he returned to his desk and searched for relevant reports on the computer.
(End of this chapter)
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