At Midian Media Company, Xia Yanxin, wearing blue jeans and a white shirt looking very refreshing, joyfully walked into the manager's office.
"Boss Yu, I'm back!"
Unable to hide the excitement on her little face, she placed the broken camera and the USB flash drive on Yu Qing's desk.
Yu Qing turned around and upon seeing Xia Yanxin, his eyes revealed deep shock. What many skilled journalists had failed to do was unexpectedly solved by this intern who was a newcomer. After a while, he excitedly clapped his hands and stood up to shake Xia Yanxin's hand.
"Xiao Xia, you did great! You truly deserve to be the dark horse under my command!"
Xia Yanxin smiled shyly, standing up straight, "Boss Yu, the camera is broken, I'm really sorry! But the memory card is fine, I've exported all the photos, they're on the USB drive."
That miniature camera was a new piece of equipment that the company had spent over ten thousand to buy, and Xia Yanxin felt a bit uneasy.
