Chapter 20: Unscrupulous reporter

Without further ado, Han Li settled down in the middle of the week and went out after wearing clothes. The name and address of the publishing house were recorded in the newspaper, and a taxi was stopped in the middle of the week and went straight to the publishing house headquarters.

At this time, most of the people in the publishing house were off work and everyone was walking outside, but only midweek was walking inside. The bustling flow of people collided with midweek, and it was very difficult for him to enter the interior of the building.

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I found the relevant department and inquired. It turned out that Zheng Dong didn’t come to work today at all in order to avoid the limelight. Zhou Zhong was so angry that he gritted his teeth. In any case, he must dig out the reporter. .

In the middle of the week, he transferred to the Ministry of Human Resources, intending to assemble some news about Zheng Dong.

The door was concealed, and Zhou Zhong pushed slightly, and the door opened. Inside was a middle-aged man in his 30s and 40s who was sorting out documents. When Zhou Zhong came in, he shouted at him.

"Hey, go out, who are you, this is the important place for the company, don't come in without permission!"

"Hello, I want to ask about Zheng Dong's address." Zhou Zhong said politely.

"Zheng Dong? You're looking for him when he goes to work. We won't tell you, hurry up, or I'll call the security guard!" The man was very blunt, he didn't give the midweek room for discussion at all, so he just sent the midweek out. Got out.

Midweek frowned, I didn't expect to hit a nail here, but when I had the idea, I walked outside again in midweek.

First, I went to the small supermarket across the road to buy two packs of Zhonghua, and then believe it or not I walked to the guard of the newspaper, who was in his fifties.

"Master, please do something, do you know Zheng Dong?" Zhou Zhong asked politely.

The uncle looked at Zhou Zhong vigilantly and asked, "I know, what's the matter with him?"

Zhou Zhong said with a smile: "Uncle, I have something to do with him, but he didn't come to work today. Can you tell me where he lives?"

The uncle's expression changed immediately, and he shook his head and said, "No, you can find him and wait until he goes to work. I can't tell you."

This uncle has been working as a doorman in a newspaper all the year round and knows very well that these reporters may offend people if they always report something, so under normal circumstances they will not disclose their addresses.

I also understood this in the middle of the week. I approached the uncle and lowered the two packs of cigarettes. Then he smiled and said, "Uncle, do me a favor. I just want reporter Zheng Dong to help me report something. I won't find him. It’s troublesome, and you’ll never say that you told me."

The uncle saw the two packs of cigarettes, and he was a little moved. In addition, I heard that the middle of the week did not come to Zheng Dong to settle the accounts, but to ask Zheng Dong to do something. He hesitated and said, "I don't know Zheng Dong. Address."

Zhou Zhong whispered: "The Human Resources Department must have it. Uncle, you must have a way, right?"

The uncle looked at the two packs of Zhonghua again, picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hey, Director Guo, it's Lao Li to me. There is a courier from Zheng Dong, which seems to be fresh food. I will send the courier directly to where Zheng Dong's house is."

"Ah, good, got it."

Uncle nodded while writing down an address, then put down the phone and handed it to the middle of the week.

"Uncle Delek, thank you." I got the address in the middle of the week and was in a good mood, beckoned to the uncle doorman, turned and left.

The doorman also picked up the two packs of cigarettes, which looked like a baby.

Stopped a taxi in the middle of the week, handed the note to the taxi driver, and said nothing.

The driver saw that the name on the note was familiar, and asked midweek, was this person the reporter who reported on corruption that day?

Zhou Zhong did not answer him, but he started talking on his own, saying that this reporter is really brave. The deputy mayor has been in office for so many years, and the people have long been displeased. If it weren't for the oil and water, who would be willing Working so hard for so long.

This is how the society is. Mid-Zhou thinks this way. Once public opinion is formed, no matter how good this person is and how many good things he has done, he will be abandoned by others. Mid-Zhou thinks that he must find this Zheng Dong and question him face to face. do.

The car turned left and right, and stopped at a small alley. The driver said that he would not go in again. He was afraid of danger, paid the fare, and walked in along the address on the note in the middle of the week.

A small attic, dilapidated. Before going upstairs in the middle of the week, I saw a young man wearing a SLR and a man in a suit and leather shoes standing together, as if discussing something.

"SLRs are poor for three generations, photography will ruin a life." Zhou Zhong only had this idea in his mind. The reporter must be Zheng Dong. Seeing him holding the camera tightly on his body, Zhou Zhong felt a little funny.

At this time, Zhou Zhong's ears faintly heard the voice of the two talking. I found a strong tree in the middle of the week, hid it for fear of being discovered, and listened to their conversation secretly.

"Zheng Dong, your kid wrote a good article. The deputy mayor is still in the bureau. He has already given you 50,000 yuan. This 50,000 yuan is the final payment. Remember, don't talk nonsense. ?"

The man in the suit finished speaking and gave the bag he carried to Zheng Dong. It looked heavy. He only blinked in the middle of the week and saw that it was filled with money. Now he understood. In the end, it was not the one who accepted the bribe. Deputy Mayor Han, but this little reporter, and this man in a suit, must not be a good thing.

"Look at you, you are so polite, I will do my best to do whatever you tell me in the future." Seeing the flattering smile on Zheng Dong's face in the middle of the week, I only felt a little sick.

It was getting late, the man in the suit looked at his watch, then looked around again to make sure that there was no one else around, then patted Zheng Dong on the shoulder, took a shortcut and walked away.

This is only Zheng Dong left, and the middle of the week hidden behind the tree. The middle of the week has not yet jumped out. He wants to see what Zheng Dong is going to do next.

I saw that Zheng Dong looked around like the man in a suit just now, very vigilant.

Zheng Dong didn't immediately go upstairs. He gently opened the bag that the man in the suit had just given him, glanced through the cracks, and then reached out and touched it. Then he took the SLR contentedly, and prepared to go upstairs.

Zhou Zhong followed Zheng Dong upstairs, and when Zheng Dong opened the door, Zhou Zhong rushed up.

"Don't shout, be honest!"

Zheng Dongna could have imagined that someone would come out suddenly, shivering with fright, and hurriedly turned around to see what happened.

Seeing that the visitor was in the middle of the week, a person who had never seen him before, Zheng Dong guarded the bag with money in his guard and guarded the SLR behind his guard. Both of these were his treasures. No, he saw that those who came in the middle of the week were unkind and thought he was coming to grab his money, so he planned to preemptively.

"Who, what are you doing? I called the police!"

Zheng Dong hurriedly leaned back two steps, for fear that he would suddenly rush up in the middle of the week and grab the bag in his hand.

"Are you Zheng Dong?" Seeing that Zheng Dong was just entering the society in the middle of the week, he was stunned, thinking that he would not be able to run anyway, so it's better to spend time with him and make some words by the way.

"Yeah, how do you know me?"

Zheng Dong was very puzzled. He didn't know why a stranger who had never met would know his name. Could it be that he even knew the false report that he had written, but he changed his mind. This is not nonsense. Dong's name was published in the newspaper, and who else would not know.

I knew this a long time ago, so I called it an anonymous memorable title. I blamed the people above. I had to use my real name to say that seeking truth from facts is what a good journalist should do.

However, Zheng Dong's heart was still a little flustered, as could be heard from the tone of his speech.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Before he could speak in the middle of the week, Zheng Dong asked in a hurry. Zhou Zhong sneered, approaching Zheng Dong step by step, and asked him: "Say, why did you write that article?"

Without even thinking about it, Zheng Dong knew which article was asked in midweek. Since writing an article covering Vice Mayor Han, Zheng Dong’s phone calls have never stopped, not to congratulate him for daring to tell the truth and get the world. The commendation is those who admire him for becoming famous in one fell swoop.

Treating these people, Zheng Dong usually beats and hahas. After all, he knows how his article was written, but the writing is too truthful and no one doubts it.

However, looking at Zhou Zhong, it didn't seem to be very happy. Although Zheng Dong hoped that Zhou Zhong would also be a small reporter who came here to ask his "predecessor" for advice on the way to succeed, he was still uneasy and pretended I don't know anything.

"What article? I have written too many articles."

In the middle of the week, he flew up and grabbed his shoulder, almost causing him to fall into a big somersault.

"Yesterday's front page headline, don't pretend to be a fool here and say! Why did you frame Deputy Mayor Han! Who gave you the benefit!"

As Zhou Zhong said, he grabbed the backpack that the man in the suit had just given him, and pulled it hard. The bag was torn apart, and the money inside was sprinkled out, flying freely in the air.

When Zheng Dong saw that the matter was revealed, he showed a vicious expression, and he didn't care about picking up money, so he struggling to pounce on Zhou Zhong, and when there was a flash in Zhou Zhong, he threw himself into the air.

Zhou Zhong pulled his collar and asked: "Let's talk, who told you to do this!"

"No one, I want to do that..."

Although Zheng Dong is at a disadvantage, he doesn't want to just listen to what the middle of the week said. He feels that he is a journalist at any rate. Doing so in the middle of the week is an insult to himself, and even more to remembering this profession.

So gritted his teeth without saying a word to death.

Mid-week is anxious, you are unkind, don’t blame me for being unrighteous, grab Zheng Dong’s head and prepare to hit the wall, in fact, mid-week is just scaring him, after all, mid-week has known since he was a child that gentlemen talk and do nothing. , Will never be the first to use force, not to mention that he now knows more clearly that his Nine Heavens Imperial Dragon Art has reached the first level, even if he gently moves his little finger, Zheng Dongfei will be injured and disabled.

However, Zheng Dong was so frightened that he hurriedly begged for mercy.

"I said, I said, you let me go, I will say!"

So he let go of him in the middle of the week, Zheng Dong tidyed up his clothes, got a haircut, and wasted time slowly. Only one color was used in the middle of the week, and Zheng Dong honestly told the truth.

It turned out that Zheng Dong was only acting on orders. The only thing he had contact with was the man in the suit, but he didn't know exactly what the man in the suit was doing. He was just given a task by the superior to ask him from the man in the suit." "Take the job", he just did it, he is stupid if he has money but doesn't make money.

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