"You make it up yourselves."
The people in the conference room were worn out by Le Yu's words.
"But isn't this fake?" Mu Qingmei couldn't help but ask.
"What kind of newspaper do you think you've joined?" Le Yu retorted.
Everyone was rendered speechless—they suddenly realized that for a newspaper run by the Jing Family, not spreading slander was already commendable; asking them to fabricate responses didn't seem like a bad thing when they thought about it.
"But how should we make it up?" someone asked. "Do we express our views on the topic and then create a new identity for ourselves?"
"No, no, no." Le Yu waved a finger, saying, "You probably don't know why you were hired, do you? Some of you write well, some have deep thoughts, but some write plainly and think shallowly..."
"But you all have one thing in common: good imagination."
