I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

"Who are you? What is your relationship with Dr. Chen?"

The reporter looked at Chen Mu and asked again.

Chen Mu said: "I am her friend, and she hasn't woken up yet. If you want to interview or something, wait until she wakes up and agree to let you interview, then you come again.

The reporter asked again: "Can I know your name?"

Chen Mu smiled and asked, "Why do you want to know my name?"

The reporter said: "Just ask casually."

"Oh, what's your name then?"

"Me? I called Qianjin."

"Qian Jin? Well, a good name...Where are you a reporter?"

"I'm a reporter for "Life Passport"."

Chen Mu continued to smile and asked, "I haven't heard of your media. Isn't it the small studios that follow the path of the media?"

The reporter shook his head and said confidently with a little bit of honey: "We are invested by Tomorrow Toutiao, a serious media company."

Chen Mu showed a daze: "Oh, that's it, it turns out to be a serious media company."

The reporter asked again: "Then can I know your name now?"

Chen Mu still smiled, "No!"

"..."

The reporter felt that he had been messed up, and after a short meal, he asked unwillingly: "Then who are you specifically Dr. Chen's friend? Classmates? Colleagues? Can you always tell me?"

"you guess?"

"..."

Guess your sister, the reporter looked at Chen Mu's smiling face and felt a little urge to punch.

When Chen Mu saw that the other party was not talking, he hurriedly asked actively: "What kind of content is your "Life Through Road" mainly doing, do you make money?"

It’s up to you to make money or not... The reporter didn’t want to answer, but in order to dig into the news, the other party did not take the initiative to end the chat, so he patiently explained: "Our "Lifepass" mainly reports some local There are still a lot of readers for hot news, anecdotes, and the like. As for whether to make money, it is the boss’s business, I don’t know.”

"That's not making money."

Chen Mu nodded, showing an expression that seemed to understand and sympathize.

"..."

The reporter choked for a while. Before speaking, he heard Chen Mu ask him again: "You said you have a lot of readers, how many do you have?"

"Microwave fans exceed 10 million, WeChat fans exceed 1 million"

"Wow, that's a lot..."

Chen Mu nodded and asked, "Do you mainly use graphics and text or videos?"

"Both."

"Not bad...well, if you sell an ad, how much is it estimated to cost?"

"..."

The reporter felt that he had seen too many people, but he couldn't keep up with this person's thinking. What does it mean to sell ads?

Chen Mu saw that the reporter had to open his mouth and didn't speak, and suddenly came over with a bit of self-righteousness: "Oh, I understand, these... you may not be at your level enough, so I don't know, right?"

The reporter was even more speechless. He felt that he was really being fucked. This person was absolutely deliberate.

Chen Mu didn't know the reporter's thoughts, and said, "Okay, let's just leave it behind. When Dr. Chen wakes up, I will help you ask and see if she wants to accept your interview."

The reporter had no choice but to leave. He was a little bit fierce thinking that he must go to the nurse's station to check back to see what this person's name was and who was Chen Xiwen.

...

Chen Mu closed the door again and put the reporter's contact information on the bedside table next to the bed, ready to tell her about it when Chen Xiwen woke up.

After a while, Chen Xiwen's parents rushed over.

When they saw their daughter was ill, they acted very anxiously and asked Chen Mu several questions, then immediately called someone and transferred their daughter to the VIP ward.

Not long after, several top leaders from the hospital came together.

They and Chen Xiwen's parents were obviously acquaintances, and after chatting a few words, they became concerned about Chen Xiwen's condition.

Upon seeing the situation, Chen Mu knew that there was nothing wrong with him. He turned and walked to the sofa outside the VIP ward to lie down, found a blanket to cover himself, and went to sleep.

When I woke up, it was noon the next day.

Chen Mu actually woke up from hungry, if he could stutter, he could continue to sleep until night.

Preparing to go out to find something to eat, he first walked to Chen Xiwen's ward and took a look. Chen Xiwen was not there, and Chen Xiwen was the only one looking at the phone inside.

Chen Mu walked into the door and asked, "Is it better?"

Chen Xiwen was lying on the bed, her face was pale, and she didn't look very good.

She put down the phone, did not answer, and asked, "You sent me to the hospital yesterday, right?"

"Yes!"

Chen Mu laughed, waved his hand and said, "It's a trivial matter, don't thank me."

"I thank you for sending me to the hospital, but..."

Chen Xiwen said angrily, then handed the phone to Chen Mu directly: "Look at this."

Chen Mu took the phone in confusion, looked at it, and when he saw the content displayed on the phone page, he was a little bit ridiculous on the spot.

It was a communication WeChat article about the "Most Beautiful Poverty Alleviation Doctor" who fell ill during the free clinic and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

But this is not the point. The point is that at the end of the article, I spent a lot of time describing that the female doctor was admitted to the hospital by a mysterious man surnamed Chen.

The article mentioned in a very vague sentence that, after a reporter’s investigation, this man has a wealth of wealth, owns a large number of properties in the local area, and has a profitable travel company in his hand. He is a young man who looks like a local tyrant. "Poverty alleviation doctors" have a very special relationship.

"Fogweed..."

Chen Mu looked at this article, and what appeared in his mind was the face of the reporter named "Qian Jin" last night. He couldn't help but exclaim: "This buddy is too good at compiling, how can I become worth tens of millions? The big local tyrant?"

"What the hell is going on?"

Chen Xiwen asked irritably.

Chen Mu briefly talked about the reporter's visit yesterday, and then pointed to the contact information that had been on the side of Chen Xiwen's bed and said, "I also said that I will ask you when you wake up. I didn't expect it was only after this night. , This buddy has actually written the article."

Chen Xiwen understood, took a look at the contact information, shook his head and said: "Fortunately, this is just an article published by a small self-media column. The number of readers is not very large, so it shouldn't matter."

Chen Mu read the article again, and sighed a little regretfully: "I had known this, I gave him his name, and asked him to help with an advertisement."

Chen Xiwen raised his brows, a little speechless, and thought to himself: This person...Why is his focus always so biased?