On my first day as an intern at the Daily Planet, I was handed over to a reporter named Clark Kent to teach me.
He wears black-rimmed glasses, with a hint of American pastoral silliness in his old-fashioned style.
But I knew he was never as simple as he seemed.
To be fair, he is a good teacher. He helped me revise my manuscript over and over again, recommended me to participate in various activities in the political and business circles, and shared his interpersonal resources. Through this, I also met the entrepreneur Mr. Bruce Wayne.
I learned a lot from him, but I was also worried that I would make mistakes that would displease him. After all, it was quite oppressive to be locked in by those steel blue eyes - especially when he once again discovered that I was trying to guide public opinion to intervene in the trial before the court decided the case. Ha, I admit that this is indeed unprofessional, but the devil knows why he defended that sanctimonious guy like Luther.
I hate him, but I kind of like him.
This kind of relationship between master and apprentice, neither salty nor cold, may last until my half-year internship expires.
Until I slap my butt and leave, jumping from the temporary springboard of the metropolis to a higher place——
If I hadn't met Clark Kent, a respected journalist with great business ability,
If you break a poor man's neck with your own hands——
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Ambitious new political and economic reporter × Superhuman reporter in an identity crisis
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"I know you want to use me to climb up, and even want to go to a position I can't imagine and kick me away. But that doesn't matter. I just hope you never forget the yardstick of truth and truth in your heart. I have believed from the beginning that you will be a very good reporter."
[There is really too little food, so I have to cook by myself. Please take your place as Hengchao]
Purpose: If there is no freedom to question, then praise is meaningless