197: Is Zhang Yu also plotting something?

However, this girl behaved genuinely in front of him.

It gave people a refreshing feeling.

It was like something played out in a CEO idol drama.

Everyone was polite and courteous to the CEO, and if someone's attitude was different, it would attract the CEO's attention.

"How about this, you treat me to a meal. We can chat," Zhang Yu smiled. "However, I set the topic, and it's just a casual conversation, not for publication in the newspaper."

This way, it would be like telling someone a story.

The details of the incident were already public online; he was just offering a different perspective.

Not appearing on TV or in the newspaper—that was his bottom line.

"Mr. Zhang, are you willing to tell me the details of the incident?"

Mo Anna turned back, her eyes full of disbelief.

"That's right, but just treat it as hearing a story. As for an exclusive interview, there's no need for that."

Zhang Yu nodded.

For him, he was famous enough already.

There was no need for an exclusive interview to further expand his publicity.

"Alright!"

Mo Anna thought about it and still nodded.

In fact, she just wanted to hear the firsthand account from the protagonist of the incident up close.

As for the exclusive interview... since Zhang Yu was unwilling to publish it.

Then she could use another format, such as writing a manuscript as biographical literature and blurring the main characters.

That wouldn't be a bad piece of material.

"Then, Mr. Zhang, what would you like to eat? Shall we go now?"

"There's a good Northwest Cuisine restaurant up ahead. Let's eat there," Zhang Yu pointed forward.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang, let's go!"

Mo Anna nodded readily.

As the two walked into the restaurant, the waiters and diners immediately noticed them.

They were too tall!

A man being 180 [cm] wasn't too rare.

But the woman being only slightly shorter than the man—the visual impact was tremendous.

Some men were half a head shorter when passing Mo Anna.

The sense of inferiority they felt was indescribable.

"Mr. Zhang, have you studied shooting before?"

After ordering the food, Mo Anna asked curiously.

This was the most bizarre part of the entire incident to her.

So young, and not a military person, yet he used a gun to take down three bandits.

He instantly became famous in one battle.

Movies wouldn't even dare to portray something like this.

"No."

Zhang Yu smiled, "I have Innate Divine Skill."

Otherwise, how could he explain it—saying he learned it from a system?

He would surely be captured and taken to the Octagonal Pavilion for sectioning and research.

"Uh, really? Mr. Zhang is quite humorous."

Mo Anna gave an awkward laugh.

"Then, Mr. Zhang, what motivated you to bravely fight the bandits at the time?"

This question delved into psychological and motivational analysis.

"Because I am the owner of that ship."

Zhang Yu smiled.

"Ah? So you are."

Mo Anna was stunned again. She had expected Zhang Yu to say something lofty, grand, and righteous.

Saying he was the cruise ship owner and protecting his property was normal, but the scope seemed much smaller.

However, Mo Anna felt that Zhang Yu didn't intend to answer her seriously.

That's why he said that.

Just as she was about to continue questioning.

Zhang Yu suddenly asked, "You're so young, going overseas to be a war correspondent, aren't you afraid?"

Huh?

I haven't even asked yet, and you're asking me first.

Mo Anna harbored some journalistic ideals.

Unlike others studying journalism who chased hype, sought attention, deliberately created conflict, and set trends.

She genuinely wanted to be a qualified journalist.

"Of course, I was afraid at first. But when I saw those scenes, and realized some people were suffering even more, I stopped being afraid."

Mo Anna's eyes clearly changed when she talked about journalism.

"It's a pity that records are records, but many things are not approved by the higher-ups and are simply not allowed to be published."

Especially firsthand internal undercover materials, photos, and records involving telecom fraud and human traffickers—they had everything, but they weren't allowed to publish them.

The Superior Officer even demanded that all materials be handed over.

Mo Anna only submitted a portion; she kept the rest hidden, hoping that one day she could release that content.

"So, this is why your situation at work is difficult?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu immediately understood.

A straightforward person like Mo Anna was definitely marginalized at work.

Other reporters, when dispatched overseas, only reported what they were supposed to. They finished reporting and clocked out.

Mo Anna, however, insisted on digging deeper. Foreign countries were wary, and her Superior Officer was also scared.

Some things were too sensitive; if the scope wasn't handled properly, it could easily escalate into an international incident.

"I'm used to it."

Mo Anna picked up the water glass in front of her and took a tactical sip.

"Then what information have you gathered?" Zhang Yu asked again.

"I have in my hands..." Mo Anna started, but then realized something was wrong. Why was Zhang Yu so curious about her affairs?

"Don't misunderstand," Zhang Yu smiled. "I think you know too much. Do you have backups of your materials?"

"Of course," Mo Anna said calmly. "If one day I die unnaturally, those things will be released."

"How about this: you give me a copy of what you know, and we share the risk. How does that sound?"

Zhang Yu smiled.

He was quite interested in this database.

He wanted to see if he could do something with it once he got his hands on it.

"You want the data?"

Mo Anna increasingly felt like she might have fallen into Zhang Yu's trap.

So, he was also "up to no good" regarding her?

"Don't misunderstand," Zhang Yu said. "I have an island in the southern sea area that I plan to develop. I want to know if you have any information about its surroundings so I can be prepared."

Mo Anna was shocked by his words once again.

"Are you talking about the largest unclaimed island in South Bay? Does the ownership belong to you?"

She knew that island.

She had even gone there to investigate for three days.

"It seems you know about it. Do you have any information you can share?"

Zhang Yu pursed his lips.

The system mainly provided basic information.

Dynamic, real-time changing information definitely needed to be provided by Mo Anna.

"Mr. Zhang, since you asked me, I naturally have to tell you."

Mo Anna nodded, preparing to speak.

At this moment, Zhang Yu looked at her, and his pupils suddenly focused.

His expression also became serious.

Before Mo Anna could understand what was happening, she saw Zhang Yu move right toward her.

He grabbed her collar and ripped off a button from her shirt.

"Mr. Zhang, you?"

Mo Anna instinctively reached out to cover the large expanse of white skin exposed where the button had been torn off.

How could Zhang Yu be so rough? They were in a restaurant!

Many people nearby were looking over, their eyes filled with curiosity.

"Did you install this thing?"

Zhang Yu held out his hand in front of Mo Anna.

She saw that it was not a button, but a miniature tracker.