Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

The temporary office building of the daily newspaper.

"The exhibition will start at 2 PM. Zhao Lin, I need you to interview the organizers... The title will be—"

In the editor-in-chief's office, Editor-in-Chief Wu was giving the girl in front of him a long-winded explanation of tasks, using the method he was most skilled at.

Zhao Lin, who usually takes careful notes, looked listless and lost her soul.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" Editor-in-Chief Wu's words seemed like a fatal joke, which made Zhao Lin, who was extremely sensitive to content related to "L Day," even more uneasy.

The editor-in-chief was also aware of the misfortune she had suffered that day. Zhao Lin had spent nearly a year and a half painstakingly gathering reporting materials, all of which vanished on "L Day." Anyone in her shoes would probably find it hard to accept.

It was already unexpected that she could come to work under pressure.

However, as the editor-in-chief of the daily newspaper, he knew he had to provide care and benefits to his employees at all times. Especially in today's Shenzhen environment, the "Sunset" Group, which had re-emerged with the "L-Day" brand, was like a wolf in sheep's clothing, aggressively acquiring companies and recruiting talent under the guise of supporting revival, expanding like a harvester. In such a fiercely competitive situation, it was nothing short of a miracle that the daily newspaper had managed to survive until now. Therefore, whenever there was a hot topic or a new headline, he always unhesitatingly assigned Zhao Lin to lead the charge.

"Although you haven't been with our newspaper for long, your abilities and performance are evident to everyone," the editor-in-chief said, turning around and gazing at the exquisite landscape painting hanging on the office wall.

"No, editor-in-chief, actually I've just recently..."

"You must be exhausted from working too hard, right?" Before Zhao Lin could finish speaking, Editor-in-Chief Wu quickly interrupted her, his tone firm and direct.

"So, I wanted to tell you that after completing this interview, I'll give you a break to rest properly."

“But…” Zhao Lin seemed hesitant, but then she thought that the editor-in-chief’s intention had been quite clear, so she wisely chose to remain silent.

"I hope you can adjust as soon as possible, Zhao Lin. With your abilities, you are more than capable of becoming the top star of the Daily News in the future."

The editor-in-chief's words were all about elevating himself to an inappropriate level, but Zhao Lin acquiesced to it.

"Thank you, editor-in-chief..." She glanced at the notebook with its messy handwriting and apologized deeply for her momentary lapse in concentration.

"Also, your salary for this month will be paid in advance, so don't expect any paid leave."

Editor-in-Chief Wu is still the same Editor-in-Chief Wu; he'll always be there to unexpectedly kick you while you're praising him to the skies.

The exhibition was held at the Shenzhen Museum, not far from the headquarters of the Sunset Group. Invited guests from various sectors gathered at the opening ceremony at 2 PM.

But Zhao Lin's task was not to interview them, but to conduct an exclusive interview with the powerful force behind the scenes—"Sunset," or more accurately, the CEO of "Sunset."

This wasn't the first time he'd interviewed that woman he loathed...

Upon receiving the assignment, Zhao Lin quickly compiled a list of questions to be asked during the interview and then carefully selected each one. Although she did want to keep those pointed questions to trouble the other party, it was all in vain and wouldn't sway them in the slightest.

"Zhao Lin, you're just a junior reporter at a newspaper. You don't have the ability to challenge 'Sunset.' There's no need to gamble your career." Her colleague's kind words suddenly echoed in her ears.

But she was unwilling to accept it...

When she gets annoyed, Zhao Lin will open the notebook that she always keeps on the table and look at old photos to relieve her depressed mood.

"What should I do..."

Looking out the window at the construction crews still working tirelessly to rebuild the city center, she suddenly felt lost. She was familiar with the dirty tricks "Sunset" used behind the scenes; those people would stop at nothing to achieve their goals. Who knew what kind of plan they were brewing with this large-scale recruitment and acquisition...

After completing the most basic preparations, it was 12 o'clock. After lunch, it was almost time to meet with the photographer.

"They brought it all on themselves..."

Zhao Lin sighed.

……

Sunset Corporate Headquarters Building.

In a private office the size of a giant movie theater, a large black-and-white photograph hangs on the wall, as if a silent funeral is being held.

Peng Fei, dressed in a dark gray suit, stood not far from the desk, gazing at every item in the huge office. The brief distraction made him feel relaxed, but the thought of what was to come was enough to increase his pressure.

I know you're conflicted.

The beautiful woman in the swivel chair held a half-finished cup of black tea, watching him with interest. She exhaled heavily, facing Peng Fei. The dim light cast a shadow over the pretty face of the 24-year-old girl, making her, with her long hair flowing, look like a black angel descended to earth.

“Ms. An, I feel… I’m not ready for this position yet.” Since she didn’t give a direct answer, Peng Fei figured he would have to find the answer himself.

"What do you think I hired you for?" An Han's face flashed with impatience. "Because of your ability to report exclusive stories? To make you my exclusive reporter?" She shook her head as she spoke.

“‘Sunset’ has its own media company, and your expertise is of no use to me.” During the conversation, An Han put down her glass and walked over to him.

“I trust you, Peng Fei, from childhood to adulthood, always have…” Her eyes were filled with a certain longing, like a wolf.

"And... why do you call me Miss An?" This deliberately distant form of address made An Han extremely uncomfortable.

Peng Fei remained silent, like an audience member watching her performance.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, that sense of frustration began to resurface in her heart.

“Although your father doesn’t like you that much, there’s nothing he can do now…” Mentioning this, Peng Fei subconsciously glanced at the old man in the black-and-white photograph hanging on the wall. Both were consequences of the “L-day” incident.

He wanted to sympathize with An Han, but what Zhao Lin had said yesterday almost made him waver. Yes, he had become a traitor to the Daily News, and once he started down this path, there was no turning back.

"Still thinking about that little reporter?" Peng Fei suddenly came to his senses and saw An Han staring at him with a half-smile, her eyes full of ambiguity, and even her tone of voice had become somewhat strange.

"She's the next person to interview me..." This was clearly said to Peng Fei, as if forcing him to make a choice. Given An Han's cunning and methods, Zhao Lin would probably be completely powerless against her.

"An Han, don't you dare make a move on her." Although he knew perfectly well that saying this wouldn't have much practical effect, Peng Fei couldn't help but blurt it out. However, his voice sounded so pale and weak, even carrying a hint of helplessness.

Upon hearing this, An Han's lips curled into a slight smile. Then, she slowly leaned closer to Peng Fei's ear, her bright red lips parting gently: "Go tell her, I know she's full of a sense of justice, but if she continues to report on things that have nothing to do with her..."

At this point, An Han paused, her eyes flashing with a fierce and crazed light. "I will make her disappear from this world forever—"

The last few words echoed in the air like the whispers of a demon, sending chills down one's spine.