Chapter 968: Fireflies (super large chapter, Please Vote)
White Jasmine Palace
The reporters seated in their chairs slowly rose, gathering in small groups and discussing things in low voices.
The Ilan Morning News reporter who had asked the final question, meanwhile, despondently patted down her clothes, let out a soft sigh, and began packing up her things.
"Does today count as major news?"
A man wearing an Ilan Morning News badge and carrying camera equipment walked over. Looking at his colleague, he said, "And you were right on the front line of the questioning. If we publish this, won't we have this month's performance targets covered?"
"It does count as major news."
The reporter looked up at the Old Mayor, who was speaking with the police director and the Golden-Haired Chief of Staff. She sighed, lightly clapped her hands together, and said, "But we can't publish it."
"Huh?"
The cameraman froze.
"Not just us."
The reporter swept her gaze over all the media personnel attending the press conference. "I'm afraid no one sitting here will be able to publish any news related to today's conference."
"Why? Isn't this major news?"
The cameraman was baffled.
"It is major news, but the people above won't allow it to be published."
The reporter pointed overhead, packed up her things, and sighed softly. "If you insist on publishing it, you'd better be prepared to lose your job and income, then face next month's mortgage, car payments, Credit Card debt, and your children's tuition and living expenses."
The cameraman opened his mouth, realizing something as well. In the end, he sighed.
"Objectively speaking, though, these major conglomerates probably tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to bait it."
The reporter held her tablet and walked toward the exit with the cameraman.