The Top Translator Alpha and Her Elite Queen Are Subject To

If Shen Wanqing's indifference came from his bones, then Lu Zhixia's wildness also ran through his bones.

Once she walks in front of the crowd with a baseball bat in hand, she will not be timid, just say the cruel words once, and swing the bat.

The first blow, no one hit, hit the camera which she pushed twice and didn't push away.

There was a loud bang, and accompanied by the screams of the videographer and the Internet celebrity media people who were talking nonsense, everyone looked back in unison.

Lu Zhixia was furious and frighteningly fierce. When she walked over, everyone hurriedly moved away as if they had met the King of Hades.

The person with the video camera yelled at her to make compensation. Lu Zhixia took a baseball bat and walked to the gallery door step by step, turned around, with a serious face, and said, "Everyone, put down your cameras. Drop them, or I'll smash them one by one!"

Those with equipment in their arms subconsciously hugged the equipment, or hid back.

Lu Zhixia raised his baseball bat, pointed to the nearest self-media person, and said, "Immediately delete all videos, photos, and statements that have not been verified."

The man hesitated for a second, Lu Zhixia stretched out his hand and pulled it over, the strength was so great that the other person was dragged to the ground, crying: "I will delete it, I will delete it!"

Lu Zhixia raised his hand, and with a slap, he threw it on the ground so hard that the DSLR was completely broken.

"Who else hasn't deleted it?" Lu Zhixia's face was gloomy, her eyes were as black as knives, "Who gave you the right to spread it everywhere without verification?"

Lu Zhixia was staring at it, and some people were afraid that they were already silently deleting it.

There were also people who were hesitant to send it out. Lu Zhixia had expected it a long time ago, raised her phone and said, "Everyone who posted information on the Internet, I will find you alone, and then it will not be as simple as deleting it."

As soon as this remark came out, another part gave up.

There were also people who were bold and quietly left the crowd, planning to run away.

Lu Zhixia raised his voice, "The one in black!"

The man ran faster, Lu Zhixia picked up a brick from the employee, broke it with bare hands, and threw it with a whoosh.

Everyone subconsciously followed the direction of turning their heads, boom!

Hitting the man's back, the black clothes staggered and lay on the ground, before being caught by Shen Wanqing's bodyguards.

At this time, someone noticed that there was a circle of men in black around them.

The records in the device are not deleted, and there is no way to leave. They are not reconciled and can only reluctantly delete them.

Holding a baseball bat, Lu Zhixia checked their devices one by one, including deleting the backups of deleted files in the phone, and deleting all the so-called official accounts that had been released.

An hour later, Lu Zhixia stood at the door and said solemnly: "I believe my mother will not plagiarize, but if you don't believe me, I reserve your right to doubt, but I ask you to give my mother some time to check the whole story, and then Respond to you," she paused, looked around and said, "During this period, if anyone dares to bet in front of my house or the gallery, I will call the police, and if the alarm doesn't work, then I will solve it violently."

Everyone came here in a swarm for traffic, with a large number of people, without considering the issue of legality at all.

They didn't even expect that Lu Zhixia was Yan Fanghua's daughter, and this person used to be a young, capable and gentle national top translator in front of the camera, but now he looked like a street thug, how could they dare to act rashly.

Jiang Menglai also rushed over after hearing the news. She walked through the crowd, stood beside Lu Zhixia, and said, "Everyone calls themselves a media person. Pursuing the authenticity of news reports is our most basic moral quality. I am here today. I know most of your well-known media, and if you dare to publish reports just for traffic, I don’t mind bringing a team to your door, bringing you more traffic, and exposing the true face of certain people to the people of the whole country.”

In the end, it was Shen Wanqing who stood up, and she stood in front of Lu Zhixia and Jiang Menglai.

"About the equipment that Lu Zhixia smashed today, you all think she should be reimbursed, so come to me," she looked around, specifically looking at several large media, and said, "If anyone wants to solve it through legal channels, I will You are also welcome at any time, Hai Jing Sun Hua is in the city center, you can come to find me on the 22nd floor at any time."

They went back to the gallery together and closed the door. The employees breathed a sigh of relief, and some oga almost cried.

"Fortunately, you are here." The employees said happily, and Lu Zhixia relieved: "Don't worry, it's okay."

They walked in and found a studio on the side with a "under maintenance" sign.

Lu Zhixia pressed, and they said, "A few days ago, someone came to make trouble and smashed the studio, but Professor Yan didn't allow it to be revealed. After the smash that day, the studio has never been opened."

Lu Zhixia seemed to be the new young master trying to understand the situation, Shen Wanqing pushed away the smashed studio, Jiang Menglai took a look, and couldn't help cursing: "Damn, it was smashed so hard, it was deliberately finding fault. .”

It is said that after the incident, Yan Fanghua watched the surveillance, but did not call the police, only saying that the gallery is temporarily closed.

Lu Zhixia is a person who longs for freedom, so she will give the same freedom as those around her. For example, she never asks about her mother's affairs, and she always agrees with her mother's decisions unconditionally.

At this moment, she frowned and reflected, did the freedom she gave equal to not caring in a sense? Things about his mother seem indifferent to outsiders.

Lu Zhixia thanked Shen Wanqing and Jiang Menglai and asked them to leave first.

Jiang Menglai nodded, and said, "Don't worry about the media, I will pay attention to it, most people are just for traffic, and they won't really challenge."

Jiang Menglai looked back at Shen Wanqing, Shen Wanqing signaled her to go first, when they were the only ones left in the room, Lu Zhixia was squatting on the ground to check the damaged

floor.

"I'm here to find someone to fix it." Shen Wanqing's voice came from above. She squatted there and looked back at her with a gentle tone: "No, I'll come. Thank you for today."

"I'm here to find someone to fix it."

"I said no need," Lu Zhixia suddenly remembered something, got up and looked at her: "How come you are downstairs in my house today by such a coincidence?"

"I'm here to find someone to fix it."

"..."

Lu Zhixia couldn't hold her back, annoyed and helpless, and said, "I'll call Professor Yan and see who she asks to fix it."

When Yan Fanghua received the call, he was relieved to confirm that they were all fine, and scolded Lu Zhixia for being misbehaving, saying, "I told you to stay at home, but you still ran out."

"I'm not a child anymore." Lu Zhixia explained the situation and reassured Yan Fanghua that the gallery would be fine with her in the country. I'll fight, you make the decision."

Yan Fanghua's condition sounds good, she doesn't need to explain the plagiarism to her daughter, her daughter will believe her.

As for the restoration of the studio, Yan Fanghua did not hesitate and said, "Then let Wan Qing repair it."

"Mom..." Lu Zhixia was helpless, "I'm your own daughter, don't you trouble me, trouble outsiders?"

As an outsider, Lu Zhixia felt something was wrong after she finished speaking, and sure enough, a trace of coldness flashed across Shen Wanqing's face.

Yan Fanghua over there said angrily: "What outsider, that's your sister, don't worry about it, I will communicate with Shen Wanqing, you should go to work, rest well, don't stay up late, and don't run outside."

Yan Fanghua said something, urging Lu Zhixia to do what she should.

Shen Wanqing stayed in the studio to help Yan Fanghua deal with the aftermath. She planned to be thorough this time, and the gallery was temporarily closed.

She was the only one left in the room, Shen Wanqing leaned against the wall and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"That's not necessary." Yan Fanghua didn't appreciate it, "There is no need for this between us, and it's not your fault."

"Who is it related to, you know and I know." Shen Wanqing rubbed the center of her brows and sighed long, the person on the other end said in surprise: "What's the matter with you? I'm not here, you are so depressed, I don't know, What did you think you were in love with me?"

This made Shen Wanqing laugh. She walked to the window and looked downstairs. Lu Zhixia was downstairs, cleaning with a broom.

"Professor Yan."

"kindness."

"I am very anxious."

"No hurries?"

"Just..." She paused, and said, "I originally wanted to wait for you to come back from the exhibition, and talk about it in person."

"What's wrong?" Yan Fanghua sensed something was wrong and asked, "Tell me, I'm fine."

Shen Wanqing took a deep breath, lay down by the window and looked at the people downstairs, picked up a small brick on the ground, and threw it into the trash can far away.

"Tell me about the plagiarism first. How did the investigation go?" Shen Wanqing frowned and asked tentatively, "Do you need my help?"

"Of course not." Yan Fanghua reassured: "Don't worry, there's nothing terrible about what I haven't done. Tell me, what's the matter?"

"En..." Shen Wanqing drew a long voice, biting alcohol, and said for a while, "I want to open an original milk tea shop in Haijing Senhua, and use the best ingredients. What do you think?"

Yan Fanghua and her carefully analyzed and discussed for 10 minutes. The conclusion is that it can be done, but you can't expect to make money in the early stage.

"I know." Shen Wanqing is very clear that not only can't make money, but also lose money, "but I want to open."

Yan Fanghua asked her to think about it and make up her own mind, then she wondered, "You don't like to drink this."

She really doesn't like to drink. At this moment, the people downstairs have finished cleaning and ran across to buy a bunch of milk tea.

She snorted as she walked and gave the rest to the gallery staff.

"That business, if you open it, is there any problem with the funds?" Yan Fanghua asked, and before Shen Wanqing could answer, he continued, "I have a lot of land, don't worry."

Shen Wanqing's eyes were sour, and she thanked her with a smile. Yan Fanghua over there continued to say: "Wanqing, it's okay if you don't want to talk, talk about it when you want to talk, but don't be bored by yourself. I told Xiaoxia the same way, you guys Two, they are very heavy-hearted and very tired."

Shen Wanqing hummed, and when she heard the knock on the door, Lu Zhixia poked her head into Shen Wanqing's light eyes. Her tone was harsh and fierce, but she said softly: "What are you looking at! I'll buy milk tea for everyone and bring it to you by the way." , I went to the bottom of the tea, there are mochi, mashed taro, and small taro balls, I advise you to be more sensible, don’t say you don’t want to drink it.”

After the man finished speaking, he put down the milk tea and left. Yan Fanghua sighed and said helplessly, "I should have guessed it."

Shen Wanqing didn't make a sound, she lay down by the window and continued to watch. Soon, Lu Zhixia's figure appeared downstairs. She tore off the lid, poured the taro **** from the bottom of the cup into her mouth, and then compared the amount with the trash can. Down, and finally put it in steadily.

One thing to say, her throwing skills are really good, the brick just now was surprisingly accurate.

Yan Fanghua said earnestly: "Late Qing, tell me, is it related to Xiaoxia?"

She hesitated for a while, then said kindly, and asked, "Have you heard of Amber River?"