Xiangjiang has never been short of gossip in this environment, so it is not difficult to imagine that it is not generally difficult for a gossip to break out of the siege and take the lead!
However, Liang Ping'an's biological father exposed the gossip about the runner up of the Australian Open tennis match, which was done almost overnight and even spread to the international media.
However, when Xiangjiang large media refused to miss this wave of traffic to participate in the report, they invariably left a way back for themselves. That is, they all first mentioned that according to the news of so and so media, they will never grab the "first mover", which is a selling point element that often grabs the head and blood of the media industry.
To put it bluntly, although our report is in full swing, it is based on the information of other tabloids. If it is inconsistent with the facts, we will not bear the first legal responsibility.
As for the TV and radio programs in which the hosts and guests talk on the spot, they are also euphemistic when rubbing the heat. For example, they look a little like... Yunyun.
Xiangjiang media is overwhelming, but they dare not be unscrupulous. It's easy to understand that it involves high jazz. Further, it's not surprising that they bully soft and fear hard. With the consolidation of the pattern of Xiangjiang giants, they will only be more tacit.
It's natural to know the peace of huixiangjiang's rest. The media has changed from marveling at his wonderful performance in the Australian Open to setting a record in Asian Tennis and Chinese tennis, to gossiping that the biological father of the rising tennis star turned out to be Sir Gao.
In this regard, Ping An's response was so calm that even her mother Liang Xin was surprised, so the two women sat together and carefully tested their son. Is there anything uncomfortable in their heart? What can I do for you?
"Mom, you don't have to worry. I still have the psychological quality to withstand the pressure. The runner up didn't pick it up." Ping An smiled. "In fact, I most want to know how my father will react. Will he deny the existence of my son in public in order to maintain his glorious public image?"
Liang Xin was stunned for a moment. She seemed to have some insight. She couldn't help asking angrily, "let you concentrate on reading, but you have to play tennis. Did you think it would be difficult for your father to be in the limelight for a long time? Fortunately, I thought you were interested. I didn't tell you. You don't understand the things between us adults!"
Ping An looked away and muttered, "I'm interested in sports..."
Liang Xin thought for a while and made a decision. "You've become a little famous in playing tennis. Just accept it. Find a university and study a business course to prepare for taking over the company's affairs in the future. Don't think your father is unfair. In sifen, the business in the mainland can't be underestimated and has unlimited prospects."
Ping An raised his head. "The plan you arranged is boring. At least wait until I become the king."
"I can't take care of you, can I?" Liang Xin was angry and grabbed her son's ear.
With a big arm and a round waist, he begged for mercy, "Mom, the melon is not sweet. You supported me before..."
Liang Xin snorted coldly, "that's not because you fooled me with your interest. Now I know what you're thinking. Of course, I can't let you fool around."
Ping'an quickly asked for help from her two sisters who were hiding at the door, "Xiaoqi, Xiaohui, don't look at the excitement. Help me out and change 20 autographed photos!"
The two girls adopted by Liang Xin have been in middle school. They are very popular with their mother and are very clever. They make a face and smile at their brother's training.
Fortunately, someone soon cleared the siege safely.
Zhou Chengchang came to the door with a message from Gao Xian. "The boss asked me to send young master Ping'an to see him in the Xinhua people's Bank building."
"Now, it's almost lunchtime?" Liang Xin looked at the time, "or wait after work."
Zhou Chengchang said with a smile, "the boss means to wait for young master Ping'an to have lunch."
Liang Xin nodded and told her son to keep a low profile outside, and then got on the bus safely.
After Zhou Chengchang started the car, he first chatted: "master Ping An, the boss watched all the competitions after a quarter of you, especially the final. Although mats willand won, the boss commented that it is a good thing for your long-term development."
Ping'an was a little embarrassed and said, "Uncle Chang, you remember the names of the players in the tennis world very clearly."
Zhou chengchangle said, "not only did I accompany my boss to watch the game, but also the offspring and daughters of my family watched the game. When I came home from work, I had to talk together and remember it well after talking too much."
"By the way, young master Ping'an, when will you be free? Please send me two autographs and let me go home so that I can make a job."
Ping An waved his hand, "Uncle Chang, be polite to me. When I get home, I'll do a good job of signing photos. Just come and get them tomorrow."
After they arrived at the Xinhua people's Bank building, they went straight to the canteen. The big one meter eight of Ping An, especially the star face, was particularly eye-catching, which attracted some people's curious eyes.
An old acquaintance with a high enough level, such as ye Licheng, patted Ping'an's arm and kept praising. Alas, young man, he's almost 18 years old. He's so tall and handsome
Ping An enjoyed the feeling of walking majestically in his father's circle. However, when he sat opposite his father, he was involuntarily timid, leaned forward slightly and looked obedient.
Slowly drinking the high string of soup, he made a gesture to indicate peace and eat together.
After drinking the pre meal soup, Gao Xiancai slowly said, "what do you think of the confusion of the outside media?"
Ping An certainly understood that what his father said was not about winning the men's runner up of the Australian Open. He replied stiffly, "I just want to play my tennis well and achieve the goal of winning an Olympic gold medal for Xiangjiang this year, preferably a Grand Slam champion!"
Gao Xian smiled, "do you honestly explain that you have been waiting for this scene to appear?"
"The confusion of the media has nothing to do with me. I'm not so boring." Ping An quickly clarified, but also showed his mind in disguise.
Gao Xian said leisurely, "there's nothing to hide from publicly admitting that you're my son, but you have to understand that you will bear greater pressure and even breed safety problems. Are you really ready?"
Ping An was a little hesitant, "Dad, aren't you afraid to affect your public image?"
"It's mine. I'll admit it. There's nothing to look forward to!" Gao Xian said proudly, "the key is you. Are you really ready? If you feel that you can't support your psychological quality, go to study honestly."
Ping An's stubborn temper came up, "you're not afraid, I'm not afraid."
Xiangjiang has never been short of gossip in this environment, so it is not difficult to imagine that it is not generally difficult for a gossip to break out of the siege and take the lead!
However, Liang Ping'an's biological father exposed the gossip about the runner up of the Australian Open tennis match, which was done almost overnight and even spread to the international media.
However, when Xiangjiang large media refused to miss this wave of traffic to participate in the report, they invariably left a way back for themselves. That is, they all first mentioned that according to the news of so and so media, they will never grab the "first mover", which is a selling point element that often grabs the head and blood of the media industry.
To put it bluntly, although our report is in full swing, it is based on the information of other tabloids. If it is inconsistent with the facts, we will not bear the first legal responsibility.
As for the TV and radio programs in which the hosts and guests talk on the spot, they are also euphemistic when rubbing the heat. For example, they look a little like... Yunyun.
Xiangjiang media is overwhelming, but they dare not be unscrupulous. It's easy to understand that it involves high jazz. Further, it's not surprising that they bully soft and fear hard. With the consolidation of the pattern of Xiangjiang giants, they will only be more tacit.
It's natural to know the peace of huixiangjiang's rest. The media has changed from marveling at his wonderful performance in the Australian Open to setting a record in Asian Tennis and Chinese tennis, to gossiping that the biological father of the rising tennis star turned out to be Sir Gao.
In this regard, Ping An's response was so calm that even her mother Liang Xin was surprised, so the two women sat together and carefully tested their son. Is there anything uncomfortable in their heart? What can I do for you?
"Mom, you don't have to worry. I still have the psychological quality to withstand the pressure. The runner up didn't pick it up." Ping An smiled. "In fact, I most want to know how my father will react. Will he deny the existence of my son in public in order to maintain his glorious public image?"
Liang Xin was stunned for a moment. She seemed to have some insight. She couldn't help asking angrily, "let you concentrate on reading, but you have to play tennis. Did you think it would be difficult for your father to be in the limelight for a long time? Fortunately, I thought you were interested. I didn't tell you. You don't understand the things between us adults!"
Ping An looked away and muttered, "I'm interested in sports..."
Liang Xin thought for a while and made a decision. "You've become a little famous in playing tennis. Just accept it. Find a university and study a business course to prepare for taking over the company's affairs in the future. Don't think your father is unfair. In sifen, the business in the mainland can't be underestimated and has unlimited prospects."
Ping An raised his head. "The plan you arranged is boring. At least wait until I become the king."
"I can't take care of you, can I?" Liang Xin was angry and grabbed her son's ear.
With a big arm and a round waist, he begged for mercy, "Mom, the melon is not sweet. You supported me before..."
Liang Xin snorted coldly, "that's not because you fooled me with your interest. Now I know what you're thinking. Of course, I can't let you fool around."
Ping'an quickly asked for help from her two sisters who were hiding at the door, "Xiaoqi, Xiaohui, don't look at the excitement. Help me out and change 20 autographed photos!"
The two girls adopted by Liang Xin have been in middle school. They are very popular with their mother and are very clever. They make a face and smile at their brother's training.
Fortunately, someone soon cleared the siege safely.
Zhou Chengchang came to the door with a message from Gao Xian. "The boss asked me to send young master Ping'an to see him in the Xinhua people's Bank building."
"Now, it's almost lunchtime?" Liang Xin looked at the time, "or wait after work."
Zhou Chengchang said with a smile, "the boss means to wait for young master Ping'an to have lunch."
Liang Xin nodded and told her son to keep a low profile outside, and then got on the bus safely.
After Zhou Chengchang started the car, he first chatted: "master Ping An, the boss watched all the competitions after a quarter of you, especially the final. Although mats willand won, the boss commented that it is a good thing for your long-term development."
Ping'an was a little embarrassed and said, "Uncle Chang, you remember the names of the players in the tennis world very clearly."
Zhou chengchangle said, "not only did I accompany my boss to watch the game, but also the offspring and daughters of my family watched the game. When I came home from work, I had to talk together and remember it well after talking too much."
"By the way, young master Ping'an, when will you be free? Please send me two autographs and let me go home so that I can make a job."
Ping An waved his hand, "Uncle Chang, be polite to me. When I get home, I'll do a good job of signing photos. Just come and get them tomorrow."
After they arrived at the Xinhua people's Bank building, they went straight to the canteen. The big one meter eight of Ping An, especially the star face, was particularly eye-catching, which attracted some people's curious eyes.
An old acquaintance with a high enough level, such as ye Licheng, patted Ping'an's arm and kept praising. Alas, young man, he's almost 18 years old. He's so tall and handsome
Ping An enjoyed the feeling of walking majestically in his father's circle. However, when he sat opposite his father, he was involuntarily timid, leaned forward slightly and looked obedient.
Slowly drinking the high string of soup, he made a gesture to indicate peace and eat together.
After drinking the pre meal soup, Gao Xiancai slowly said, "what do you think of the confusion of the outside media?"
Ping An certainly understood that what his father said was not about winning the men's runner up of the Australian Open. He replied stiffly, "I just want to play my tennis well and achieve the goal of winning an Olympic gold medal for Xiangjiang this year, preferably a Grand Slam champion!"
Gao Xian smiled, "do you honestly explain that you have been waiting for this scene to appear?"
"The confusion of the media has nothing to do with me. I'm not so boring." Ping An quickly clarified, but also showed his mind in disguise.
Gao Xian said leisurely, "there's nothing to hide from publicly admitting that you're my son, but you have to understand that you will bear greater pressure and even breed safety problems. Are you really ready?"
Ping An was a little hesitant, "Dad, aren't you afraid to affect your public image?"
"It's mine. I'll admit it. There's nothing to look forward to!" Gao Xian said proudly, "the key is you. Are you really ready? If you feel that you can't support your psychological quality, go to study honestly."
Ping An's stubborn temper came up, "you're not afraid, I'm not afraid."
