"Editor-in-chief, listen to me, please, Editor-in-chief. I swear I really encountered a mysterious man wearing a clown mask. I was right next to him when it happened. It must have been him who killed those members of the African Python Gang, even though I didn't see exactly how he did it!" Xu Qianqian chased after a middle-aged white man, saying.
"Enough! Stop it, I can't publish this, Miss Xu Qianqian, half of this is probably your illusion!" The middle-aged white man shook his head.
"But I'm not making it up. I won the Best New Journalist Award, so I should write everything that happened that day properly!" Xu Qianqian was still not ready to give up.
"We cannot publish it."
"Publish it, or I'll quit!" Xu Qianqian got serious.
"You can't quit, you have a contract!" The middle-aged white man was a bit angry too.
"Yeah! I signed a contract with the newspaper! If I breach it, I can't afford the huge penalty!" Thinking of this, Xu Qianqian sighed and lowered her head helplessly.
