"Yes, I guarantee to complete the mission," Mu Bai said loudly, then ran out with a playful laugh.

"This girl," Director Zhao said helplessly, he had no way of dealing with Mu Bai. He wanted to give this girl a proper training, but this girl was always stubborn and unyielding, paying no attention at all. Always straightforward, her programs always involved bold opinions, without considering the consequences those opinions might bring. Moreover, several cases were flagged by the leadership, but this girl still aired them on television. As a result, he had to transfer her away from her position.

If we're talking about capability, truly nobody can match Mu Bai. Therefore, Director Zhao both loves and hates her. He loves that her ability stands out, that she can drive the viewership of the TV station. Ever since Mu Bai stepped back from being in front of the camera, the viewership has dropped significantly. He hates that this girl doesn't know how to appreciate him, always singing a different tune from him. Despite repeated reminders and warnings, and even transferring her position, this girl still remains unmoved, doing as she pleases.

"Sigh..." Director Zhao still shook his head helplessly.

That evening at 6:30, countless households in Jiangbei City were having dinner. Families, whether it was a couple or multiple generations, gathered around the dinner table, enjoying delicious meals while watching the TV, keeping up with the latest current affairs.

"Wow, Grandma, Sister Mu Bai is on!" Suddenly, a sixteen-year-old girl exclaimed in surprise.

"Really?" The family all looked up at the TV.

Indeed, Mu Bai, who had been absent from the television screen for months, had once again appeared.

"Mu Bai really is back," the family came together to watch.

The two elderly people sat on the sofa, with a boy and girl also taking their seats on the couch. The man of the house hurried out from his study, while the lady brought a plate of sliced watermelon.

The cold watermelon, with a hint of early summer flavor, was very refreshing.

"Mu Bai's appearance this time must be for some important news," the head of the household said.

He liked Mu Bai because she dared to reveal the truth of matters, never ambiguous. Last time when the avant-garde chemical plant exploded, Mu Bai directly pointed at the issues with the plant's location, as well as the substandard construction materials of the plant. Mu Bai's news segments were always bold and daring. This is also why Mu Bai was so popular.

As the show started, Mu Bai wore light makeup and a sweet smile: "Dear viewers, I'm your old friend Mu Bai, we meet again..."

After a simple family-style introduction, Mu Bai went straight to the beginning of the show.

The big screen behind the broadcasting studio displayed the news from a few days ago, the death of Long Wu.

The death of Long Wu wasn't a big deal at first, but Song Ming, in order to put pressure on Tang Yumeng and control public opinion, had made the major outlets make a big fuss about it recently, almost everyone in Jiangbei City was discussing the matter. Little did Song Ming know that the hornet's nest he poked would end up stinging him.

"As everyone knows about the death of the well-known entrepreneur Long Wu, the public security authorities have ordered a thorough investigation. The Procuratorate has also instructed the relevant departments to give the public an explanation..." Mu Bai stood in front of the camera, speaking confidently, not so much broadcasting news but telling a story. Her amiability was excellent, and she also expressed herself very clearly, with particularly lucid logic.

After a series of narratives, she shifted her tone and said, "In order to investigate Long Wu's death, our TV station's reporters have also put a lot of effort, and finally, with the persistence of some dedicated people, we have obtained a document. Please follow our big screen to take a look."

Then, the screen switched, showing a clear image of more than one hundred men holding weapons with fierce looks, led by none other than Heng'an Group's chairman, the Northeastern Tiger, who in the shadows was the boss of Qinghua Pool. The Northeastern Tiger admitted to the camera that it was him who killed Long Wu, and also admitted that Heng'an Group was fully responsible for Long Wu's death.

After the video ended, Mu Bai returned to the camera and said, "Everyone is very concerned about Long Wu's death, which ultimately comes down to the fact that Long Wu was a person from the underground world. This reflects how chaotic our society is. Jiangbei City, forming factions, each on its own..."

Mu Bai raised her own doubts about the stability of the social environment and its security.

"Alright, we've given an explanation for Long Wu's death, let's move on to other news..." Mu Bai smiled.

......

After the news was broadcast, the two landlines and Director Zhao's mobile phone in the office of Jiangbei City TV station have never stopped ringing.

The first call was from Song Ming.

"Zhao Daming, what do you mean by this?" Song Ming scolded angrily, "You are blatantly opposing me."

"Secretary Song, you are exaggerating," Director Zhao said awkwardly: "As the director of the TV station, this... such matter..."

"All I'm asking is whether you approved this program?" Song Ming asked coldly.

"Yes, it was me," Director Zhao took the responsibility onto himself to protect Mu Bai.

"Good, you better remember this," Song Ming hung up the phone furiously.

Zhao Daming quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead, a less than one-minute call had left Director Zhao drenched in sweat. He hastily wiped the sweat from his face and body with a tissue. Song Ming's imposing manner was strong enough that one could feel the pressure even through the phone line.

The phone on the desk kept ringing without stop, needless to say, it must be Song Ming's subordinates and Tang Yumeng's people calling him.

Director Zhao plopped down into the chair, ceaselessly fanning himself, even though the air conditioning was on, the cool air seemed insufficient to suppress the constant surge of hot sweat from his body. He couldn't be bothered to deal with the telephone on the desk.

Beep Beep Beep...

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the desk began to vibrate. Director Zhao glanced at it; it was a call from Vice Secretary Chen of the Procuratorate.

The call had to be taken. As old friends, it was the relationship with Vice Secretary Chen that led Director Zhao to decide to air this episode. He already knew it would offend Song Ming. But he was not afraid, he was only a few years away from retirement, what was there to fear? With such a solid relationship with Vice Secretary Chen, wouldn't it be a life wasted without having a true friend to confide in?

"Old Chen," Director Zhao said with a laugh.

"Daming, I watched today's program," Vice Secretary Chen said with a trembling voice.

"I knew you would watch," Director Zhao laughed, "This is probably the last time I can help you."

"If Song Ming dares to make a move against you, I, Chen Hui, will be the first to not let him off," Vice Secretary Chen said through gritted teeth.

"Heh heh..." Director Zhao chuckled and said, "Hearing this from you is more pleasing to me than anything else. To be honest, when I decided to do this episode, I knew it would offend Song Ming, but I am not afraid. So what if I offend Song Ming? Surely, after a few more years, I will retire. Then I can just walk away carefree."

"Daming, I owe you my thanks for this time," Vice Secretary Chen heaved a sigh and said, "It has also made me realize that the struggle within the bureaucracy is so dark, that for their own small benefits, they would stoop to murder."

"Condolences," Director Zhao said with a smile, "You should let the child be laid to rest soon."

"I've made up my mind," Vice Secretary Chen stated resolutely, "Tomorrow, I'll go talk to Secretary Tang."

"Go ahead, I support you," Director Zhao spoke.

A simple yet heartfelt conversation between two old friends, words like these would never be shared loosely in mere acquaintance. Speaking of such allegiances could harm both parties if it were to get out.

After hanging up the phone, Director Zhao felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart.

In one night, Mu Bai's episode skyrocketed Jiangbei City TV station's ratings to a peak, surpassing the provincial station's ratings, marking a triumphant success for Jiangbei City TV station.

After finishing the episode, Mu Bai also felt relieved. She put down the script in her hand and went to her office to collect some personal belongings. Then she printed out a document from the computer and headed to Director Zhao's office.

Knock Knock Knock...

A series of knocks on the door.

"Come in," Director Zhao said.

Soon after, Mu Bai entered the office, walked in slowly, and then addressed, "Director Zhao."

"Mu Bai, have you come?" Director Zhao smiled, "I actually have something I need to talk to you about."

"I have something to talk to you about as well," Mu Bai said with a calm face.

"Oh? Tell me, what do you need to talk to me about?" Director Zhao nodded.

Mu Bai placed the letter she was holding onto Director Zhao's luxurious desk and then said, "Director, this is... my resignation letter."

"What?!" Director Zhao almost jumped up, saying excitedly, "You're leaving? How could you leave? Why are you leaving?!"

A series of passionate questions, he soon realized he might have been overly agitated.

Director Zhao took a few deep breaths to calm himself and then said, "Mu Bai, I know you bear some grudges against me, but I promise it won't happen again, your job will return to normal, the salary and benefits will revert to the previous standard, and the difference from the past months will be reimbursed in one lump sum, okay?"

"Director, I'm truly sorry," Mu Bai said, biting her lip, "Actually, I know you're a good leader, and it was your patience in explaining so much to me that helped me understand that I'm not really suited to be a host or a reporter."

Director Zhao was stunned and said, "Mu Bai, am I hearing this right?"

"No, you heard correctly," Mu Bai shook her head.

"Have you forgotten?" Director Zhao furrowed his brows, "Have you forgotten the words you swore on your first day at work, in front of the national and party flags? You said you would fulfill your duties diligently, you said you would give the public the truth, and offer them the facts. But now? You're scared, you're cowardly..."

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