"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang.

Li Ziqiong put down the cup in her hand, hurriedly opened the door, walked to the entrance, glanced at the peephole to confirm the identity of the person coming, and then opened the door.

Zhao Debao laughed and said, "We finally meet."

A slightly attentive smile appeared on Li Ziqiong's face and she said: "Reporter Zhao, please come in!"

Zhao Debao looked around the small apartment.

This is a very simple single apartment, with an outer room and an inner room, and the total does not exceed 60 square meters.

Li Ziqiong made a cup of tea for Zhao Debao, "Reporter Zhao, please sit down."

"Ms. Li, it's getting late, so I won't greet you anymore. You told me before that you and Liu Jianglin are old acquaintances. We had many stories in high school, so I came here." Zhao Debao didn't.

Instead of touching the cup of tea that Li Ziqiong made for him, he said straight to the point, "If you have anything you want to tell me, just say it."

Li Ziqiong sat down in the seat opposite Zhao Debao, holding his hands together uneasily, and a somewhat flattering smile appeared on his face.

Zhao Debao noticed that there was a slightly cunning light in her eyes.

In fact, Zhao Debao has been an entertainment reporter for some time. He knew what Li Ziqiong wanted to ask as soon as he saw her look in her eyes.

He has met all kinds of people who provide information, many of whom are people like Li Ziqiong who are known to a certain celebrity artist at a certain stage.

Either they have had conflicts in the past and simply don’t want to make this artist feel better, or they are short of money and want to get some compensation by selling some of the celebrity artist’s privacy, or they do neither and just enjoy this kind of self-interest.

For the pleasure of stirring up the wind and clouds, contact Zhao Debao.

Zhao Debao looked down upon these people.

Although Zhao Debao himself is an entertainment reporter, he is in the business of these unfamiliar artists.

But these people are acquaintances of the artists, otherwise, they would not know the privacy of so many people.

Zhao Debao never thinks that he is a noble person, but he never takes the initiative to harm the people around him. This is his principle and bottom line.

Of course, it's one thing to look down on him in his heart. What should he do? If he wants to eat this bowl of rice, he can't just let go of the news that can make him eat because of his own principles.

"Don't worry, as long as the information you provide is accurate, I have five thousand yuan here." Zhao Debao patted the backpack he carried with him, "I carry it with me, but I'm just talking nonsense. You have to come up with some real evidence. I

Only then can I trust you and then you can take the money.”

Li Ziqiong's expression immediately changed.

"Five thousand? Didn't you agree on ten thousand?" Li Ziqiong suddenly became anxious, "Why has it become five thousand now?"

Zhao Debao smiled and said: "Don't you understand the rules of this industry? How can you pay the full amount before the thing is done? If your news sells to several companies, won't I spend the money in vain?"

When Li Ziqiong heard this, he quickly said: "Reporter Zhao, I only contacted you!"

"It's all nonsense. I'll give you a deposit of five thousand. When I reveal the information and no one takes it from me, I'll pay you the rest." Zhao Debao said, "If you're not happy, I'll leave tonight."

Let’s treat this trip as a walk.”

Zhao Debao made a gesture to get up.

Li Ziqiong quickly said: "Reporter Zhao, Reporter Zhao, you sit down, you can give me more later."

She looked like she was afraid that Zhao Debao would really leave and not buy the news.
Chapter completed!