A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

Journalists, of course, also need a resume.

A person's abilities and network of connections can be seen from their resume.

The resume of an ordinary journalist consists of nothing more than a few short articles, while the resume of a senior journalist is usually quite impressive.

For example, two people apply for a job at the same company. As the interviewer, you take one look and think, "Wow, this person's resume is so impressive! Such a powerful background!"

Then hurry up and hire them; once they're in the newspaper, treat them like royalty.

Although it was a joke, it's true that a journalist's resume is a very important factor in evaluating their abilities.

Li Mu believed that his resume was already quite impressive.

Especially considering he's been in the industry for less than a year...

But nobody can have too much of this.

Not to mention, for a small entertainment industry like ours, he also holds a trump card: "selecting concubines."

But the more this was the case, the more he valued these important events.

No need to ask, it's definitely Zhou Long's fault.

This is really annoying...

As the office director, he indeed held the power of life and death over whether a reporter attended an event or not.

Clearly, Zhou Long wasn't magnanimous enough to let himself off the hook.

Thinking of this, he felt even more irritated.

But there's nothing you can do about it; that's the helplessness of the workplace. It has nothing to do with whether you're rich or powerful... Of course, if someone truly had connections, Zhou Long certainly wouldn't dare to mess with them.

Unfortunately... in essence, he was just a reporter from a rural area, whose parents were farmers, and who had been working for a year.

They don't even meet the application requirements for senior journalists.

He pondered restlessly, and eventually, without realizing it, he fell into a deep sleep.

He felt he slept very soundly that night.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already noon on the 14th.

And I also had an indescribable soreness all over my body.

That was a consequence of not getting proper rest for 48 hours.

But all Li Mu could do was quickly take a shower and then dial Zhu Lingjun's number.

"Hmm, we're having dinner in our room right now."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Li Mu arrived at Zhu Lingjun's room. The television monitor was still on. After greeting him, Li Mu glanced at the monitor and discovered that no one was inside…

"This... Brother Zhu, where is Liu Xiaoqing?"

"I went to the Emperor Building."

"? You're letting her out?"

Li Mu was filled with surprise, but Zhu Lingjun remained calm:

"We've already coordinated with the relevant departments in Shenzhen. Having local connections is much better than us blindly searching in unfamiliar territory. Besides... we haven't restricted her personal freedom. I've told the plainclothes officers that as long as she doesn't head towards the border, she can do whatever she wants. Even if she gets exposed, it doesn't matter; we'll just ignore her."

"Okay...can we take a break now?"

Hearing this, Zhu Lingjun smiled and shook his head:

"Although I'm not as busy as before, I can't really rest either. The biggest advantage is probably that I can finally have a proper meal instead of eating instant noodles every day, right?"

He said the other guys were all beaming.

But Li Mu, watching, felt inexplicably moved...

Are they really satisfied just because they don't have to eat instant noodles anymore...? These people really have very low needs.

Looking at his "two meat, two vegetable" boxed lunch—containing only two or three pieces of chicken, a little shredded potato, two meatballs, and some greens—he said, half-laughing and half-crying:

"Is this provided by the hotel?"

"No, it was bought outside. The hotel only provides breakfast... Speaking of which, shouldn't the standards be the same for all of us on business trips? How much is it at Li Ji?"

"Our accommodation costs 100, food costs 40, and transportation costs 20."

"160 a day? That's higher than ours. We only get 120 a day. But we got a good deal this time, not only did we get to fly, but we also stayed in such a nice hotel."

No sooner had Zhu Lingjun finished speaking than someone next to him chuckled and said:

"This is so much better than that shabby hotel we stayed in last time."

"Hahaha……"\

The group laughed again.

Li Mu chuckled and began to eat his lunchbox.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, everyone dispersed. Zhu Lingjun finished his cigarette, looked away from his phone, and said to Li Mu:

"Nothing much this afternoon. Liu Xiaoqing got invited to dinner, and the people in Shenzhen have already come up with the shift schedule. We can rest... Li Ji, I'm going to sleep now."

"good."\

Li Mu glanced at the bloodshot eyes and knew he must not have rested well after returning yesterday.

After leaving the room, he thought for a moment and then called Xiaomi:

"Hey, Xiaomi, can you do me a favor?"

……\

Liu Xiaoqing returned to the hotel a little after 4 p.m.

She was drunk.

Unconscious.

Zhu Lingjun, whose hair was a mess from sleeping, glanced at the situation and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He then spoke to the person on duty monitoring the area:

"Keep an eye on Ah Feng's movements, and report back to me if anything happens."

Then I went back to rest.

Li Mu, meanwhile, sat in the room chatting with the people on duty.

Monitoring a 50-year-old woman while she sleeps is actually

It was quite boring, especially since Ah Feng seemed to have been drinking too. After helping Liu Xiaoqing tidy up her things, he also lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

This period was much more relaxing.

With nothing else to do, Li Mu inquired about some of their case experiences.

I didn't inquire about their specific identities; I was simply curious about their investigation process and the changes in the criminal's mindset.

I've learned something new.

Around 5 p.m., Sui Kuan called.

His train to Chongqing is tonight.

And they brought news to Li Mu:

"Manager Jing has been detained. His wife, Liu Xiaoqing's sister Liu Xiaohong, will be released tomorrow. She will definitely contact Liu Xiaoqing, so keep an eye on things."

"What are you going to Chongqing for?"

"He said a lot of his commercial performance materials are in Chongqing, and Qin and I went to get them. I'm telling you, her economic crimes are definitely true, but... the investigation will be very slow. It'll probably take a month or two, so we need to prepare for a long battle."

Upon hearing this, Li Mu thought for a moment and asked:

"Did you know about the cultural forum?"

"Got it, Brother Bie called and told me... Damn it, you bastard! It's okay, this news isn't any less big than that one!"

Hearing Sui Kuan's words, Li Mu felt somewhat relieved.

"Okay, go ahead. We can talk again anytime."

"Yeah, oh right, you remember, the 18th!"

"Don't worry, I remember. Even if it hailes on the 18th, I still have to go collect the award!"

"Ha ha……"\

As soon as he hung up the phone, he heard a voice behind him:

"Li Ji, what prize is it?"

Li Mu turned his head and saw Zhu Lingjun with a head full of messy hair.

"Uh... Brother Zhu is awake?"

"Hmm, I heard some noise outside and wondered what was going on. I didn't listen on purpose... What's up? Did Li remember the award?"

Zhu Lingjun was somewhat curious.

Li Mu smiled and nodded, not hiding anything:

"Yes, my news story won first prize in the provincial news competition; the award ceremony will be held on the 18th of this month."

"...?"

Zhu Lingjun was taken aback.

As a public official, he was all too aware of the significance of the words "provincial level."

Can……\

"Isn't Li Ji only in the business for less than a year?"

He had always been curious as to why the reporter sent down from the State Administration of Taxation was so young…

Of course, he also knew that this young man must have connections.

But... no matter how powerful your connections are, how could you win a provincial award after less than a year in the industry?

"What kind of prize?"

He asked curiously.

"Guangdong News Award."

"...???"

Zhu Lingjun was stunned.

He didn't really know much about journalism, but... the name of this award sounded a bit off.

It's not some Guangdong XX News Award, nor is it any XX News Award...

So few words?

Furthermore, just hearing the name, he immediately realized the legitimacy of the award.

Normally, sponsored competitions or those dubious awards wouldn't dare use such a name.

"Full name?"

"Yes, the province conducts an annual evaluation, awarding first, second, and third place."

Official awards!?

Zhu Lingjun was genuinely surprised:

"What news? Is it that important?"

"Huh? I didn't tell Brother Zhu? 911, last year's 911. I was the only reporter who took photos of the scene and experienced it firsthand. Those photos you see in the news, they were all taken by me."

"!!!!!"

Zhu Lingjun's eyes widened instantly.

Now he understood, more or less, why the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television had sent this young reporter this time…

At first, he thought it was gold-plated.

But now I realize, the golden statue... they already had that a long time ago.

This is to build up my resume.

And having achieved the highest rank and accumulated experience, the next step...

He was stunned for a moment.

A thought flashed through my mind in an instant:

"Connections +1"

……\

"Hey, Brother Li, I'm here."

"Okay, wait for me, I'll be right down."

Around 6 or 7 p.m., Li Mu hung up the phone and went straight downstairs. He saw a large-looking Jeep parked discreetly next to the VIP lounge.

"Brother Li!"

Xiaomi waved, and Li Mu quickly went over.

"Brother Li, this is roast goose, this is poached chicken, this is char siu... My sister told me to buy some of everything after she found out. And rice too... Brother Li, my sister also told me to grab two cases of Moutai..."

"You can't take it; they're working and can't drink alcohol. Just have this as a snack. Is everything cut up?"

"Everything's chopped. I was planning to come over... but I suddenly have to work overtime."

"Okay, tell her she doesn't need to come over."

At this point, Li Mu paused, then continued to speak to Xiaomi:

"Tell her to keep an eye on the recent news, and tell her: 'I heard Liu Xiaoqing has come to Shenzhen!'"

"Okay, sure."

Xiaomi was unaware of the specifics and naturally didn't think much of it.

Li Mu didn't say anything more, carrying a large bag of food, and went straight upstairs.

"Brother Zhu, how about we treat ourselves to something nicer?"

As everyone in the room watched Li Mu enter carrying a plastic bag, and the sweet aroma of char siu and roast goose wafted through the air, their eyes instantly lit up.