The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 36 How innocent
"The cuckoo has taken over the magpie's nest?" Pei Yongjun repeated, then asked calmly, "Team Leader Park, this is President Lin's newspaper office, right? When did it become your nest?"

"Ah! You!" Park Ji-cheol's face turned blue and red, and he was choked and unable to speak. Someone in the conference room laughed softly.

Park Ji-cheol remembered the last time he was ridiculed in the conference room and suddenly became furious.

"Who's laughing!" he sputtered. "Who!"

No one spoke, and the temperature in the conference room dropped rapidly.

"you……"

Tuk Tuk.

Someone knocked on the door, and everyone looked towards the door, only to find that the person who pushed the door open was not Lin Bingxian, but a petite figure.

Thick bangs was holding a tray with a coffee pot and cups on it, facing everyone's gaze, looking a little nervous.

"Excuse me, please have some coffee..." As if she noticed the depressing atmosphere in the meeting room, her voice became smaller and smaller.

"Who are you?" someone asked rudely, frowning.

"I'm a new intern." She gave a flattering smile. "Excuse me, but may I come in?"

No one spoke anymore.

Pei Yongjun looked at her embarrassed look at the door and nodded to the table in front of him, "Give me a drink."

"Oh, okay, okay." Thick Bangs only then noticed that he had his back to the door, and hurriedly walked to the table with the tray and put it down as if he had been pardoned.

She quickly poured a cup of coffee and watched Pei Yongjun take it. She couldn't help but smile a little silly on her face.

"It's a little hot, Master..."

"How long are you going to stay here?" A cold voice suddenly rang out, "How can you work like this?"

The smile on her face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Park Ji-cheol was looking at her coldly.

"S-Sorry, Team Leader-nim."

Pei Yongjun watched her turn back in a panic, poured another cup of coffee, and handed it to Park Zhiche, "You, you drink it."

Park Ji-cheol didn't answer, but looked up at her nervous face and asked, "Why aren't you smiling?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I..."

"Laughing? Weren't you very happy just now?!" Park Ji-cheol raised his voice.

Thick Bangs stood there hunched over with a cup of coffee, at a loss as to what to do, and could only apologize cautiously.

"Excuse me, could you please have some coffee...ah!"

"What are you drinking?" Park Ji-cheol raised his hand and knocked over the coffee, splashing it all over her. He stood up and looked at her panicked face, saying sternly, "Don't you know any rules? Who do you pour first?!"

"I'm sorry, Team Leader, I..."

"Ah!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her to the middle of the conference room. "Tell me! What were you laughing at just now? Are you so happy pouring coffee for others?!"

"I..." Thick Bangs lowered his head and stammered, "I'm not laughing..."

"What are you laughing at?" He glanced at her smooth face, as if he had suddenly realized something. "Ah, ah? You've only been here a few days, and you're already trying to hook up with our famous reporter?"

"No! I didn't!" She raised her head suddenly, waving her hands in panic, tears welling up in her eyes, "I really didn't!"

Everyone was looking at her.

She stood alone in the middle of the conference room, facing the glaring gazes and defending herself helplessly.

Park Ji-cheol said sternly, "Tell me! What are you laughing at?!"

"If you don't tell me, pack up your things and get out today!"

Thick Liu Hai shuddered all over.

"Lest others follow suit!"

"When we see who's popular, we rush over like swarms and forget who's in charge of us." He said this while glancing at the other people in the meeting room.

"Hey, who are you talking about!" Zhang Jiyuan, who had just come out to smooth things over but was embarrassed by Park Zhiche, couldn't help it.

He used to be a sports commentator and was a fairly straightforward person. He just wanted to congratulate Pei Yongjun, but he didn't expect it to turn out so ugly.

"Zhang Jiyuan! You haven't even completed half of the performance for the first half of the year. If it weren't for Editor-in-Chief Zhao speaking well of you, you should have been fired long ago! You are still talking nonsense here, you have no shame at all!" Park Zhiche choked Zhang Jiyuan with one sentence.

Others dared not speak.

"Let me tell you, don't forget who the editor-in-chief of the newspaper is!!"

"If he forgets, he'll have a hard time with Editor-in-Chief Zhao!"

Park Ji-cheol's tone was cold. Looking at the people who were silent as a cicada, he felt extremely happy, and the depressed mood just now disappeared.

He knew that it wasn't just him who was suspicious of Pei Yongjun, but also Zhao Dongxu. The more talented and successful Pei Yongjun was, the more worried Zhao Dongxu would be. As long as he targeted Pei Yongjun, Zhao Dongxu would always protect him.

Sure enough, seeing Zhang Jiyuan's appearance, the editors of other groups looked at each other, quietly dispersed, and stayed away from Pei Yongjun, for fear of getting into trouble.

"This guy is just relying on the power of others. Is he trying to make an example of someone?" Zhang Jiyuan said indignantly in a low voice.

"Keep your voice down! I think it was Zhao Dongxu who was behind this." The person next to him poked him in the ribs and lowered his voice even more. "Why else would Park Zhiche do this?"

"how do you know?"

"Now that the president is so optimistic about Pei Yongjun, can Zhao Dongxu tolerate it? This is the only editor-in-chief position in our newspaper."

"Just wait and see. What if there's big news? Will President Lin still protect him all day long?"

"Xiba, damn it, the president doesn't even do anything about it?" Zhang Jiyuan looked at Park Zhiche with indignation.

"Okay, Pei Yongjun has only been here for a few years? If you want to talk about it, you have to be at ease with your own people." The person next to him shook his head slightly, "I think Editor-in-Chief Pei, this is a thankless task, I'm afraid some of you have suffered."

"Just watch if you don't believe me."

Zhang Jiyuan cursed in a low voice, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't dare to offend Zhao Dongxu.

The meeting room was extremely depressing, with only Park Ji-cheol's smug snort as the sound.

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At this moment, Lin Bingxian walked into the conference room. He looked at the situation inside and frowned.

"President."

"Hello, President."

Everyone bowed and greeted him.

"Hey, what are you arguing about again?" asked Zhao Dongxu behind Lin Bingxian.

"President, editor-in-chief, it's nothing." Park Ji-cheol smiled.

"Nothing?" Zhao Dongxu took over the conversation, looking at Pei Yongjun at the table, then at Park Zhiche, and finally at the thick bangs standing in the middle, "What's going on?"

He secretly gave Park Ji-cheol a look of approval.

He saw Lin Bingxian's frown. No matter who was right or wrong, as long as they were involved in the conflict, they were wrong.

No matter how important Bae Young-joon is in Lin Bingxian's heart, he can use Park Ji-cheol to wear him down bit by bit.

"The new intern didn't know the rules, so I gave him a few lectures. Who knew," Park Ji-cheol looked at Pei Yongjun and chuckled, "Editor-in-Chief Pei seemed quite distressed."

"Alright, let's get this done!" Zhao Dongxu waved his hand, then turned to Lin Bingxian, took his coat, and said eagerly, "President, please sit down first."

Park Ji-cheol glanced at Pei Yongjun triumphantly, then looked at Thick Bangs, "You, pack your things quickly, you don't have to come tomorrow!"

She stood still.

"Did you hear that?" Park Ji-cheol raised his voice.

"I, I didn't..."

"I really didn't do anything..."

"Please believe me..."

"Please..."

Her face was covered with tears, and her loose and ill-fitting suit jacket hung over her petite body, making her chirp like a little quail wet in the rain.

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