Gao Daquan took the envelope by surprise and kept thinking in his mind: "Isn't this the legendary news corruption..." He squeezed it with his hand and immediately judged that there was at least 30,000 yuan in it: "I don't know. Oh my God, so generous and exciting..."
Gao Daquan had only heard in the past that some colleagues accepted money and materials from others and then wrote manuscripts according to their needs, but he had only heard about it, never seen it, let alone encountered it, so he always felt that he was very honest. He is more honest than all his colleagues. He even often tells people: "Quan Minghai can't find another journalist who is cleaner than me."
Now, Gao Daquan's integrity is facing a test, and as a result, his ideological defense line collapsed instantly.
Gao Daquan hurriedly put away the money, and at the same time looked at He Xie warily: "Well... Xiao He, go see what other reporters are doing. I have something to tell these two friends,"
"I just saw it. They were all chatting and didn't pay attention to us." He Xie saw that Gao Daquan had money to take, and he had already made up his mind and was determined not to leave.
Gao Daquan glared at He Xie, meaning: "You think I can skip your share,"
He Xie understood the idea, but refused to leave. At the same time, he returned a meaningful look, which meant: "What else did they give you? If I leave, won't I know?"
Gao Daquan and He Xie looked back and forth without saying anything. Ling Cang became a little impatient: "Reporter Gao...can we talk about this report now?"
"Ah," Gao Daquan nodded hurriedly: "Ah, yes, we should talk about it,"
"Mr. Reporter, we are not asking you to distort the facts..." Shen Fanlei told Gao Daquan seriously: "On the contrary, many media reports are not consistent with the facts, so we need you to write down the facts."
"What's the problem, what's the problem..." Gao Daquan agreed repeatedly, even unable to speak, and added in his mind: "Don't tell the truth, just make up a story. Anyway, no one will read my newspaper."
Shen Fanlei suggested: "Why don't we find a place to sit and I will tell you in detail,"
Gao Daquan nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay..."
Shen Fanlei invited Gao Daquan to Zhang Yiting's food stall. After ordering a few dishes, she began to explain what happened in detail.
Ling Cang didn't speak, but Guan Zhang Yiting asked for a pen and paper, and then started writing something.
At the end, when Shen Fanlei finished speaking, Gao Daquan's forehead was covered with beads of sweat: "So that's what happened..."
"That's right," Shen Fanlei nodded slightly: "In fact, everyone is responsible for the whole thing. It is really unfair to blindly condemn our No. 1 Middle School."
"Yeah," Gao Daquan said, frowning. Like most others, he originally thought this case was very simple, just a matter of powerful children bullying others. Now it seems that the actual situation is very complicated, so the case has no selling point. , because there are no wealthy children and underworld forces, readers are not interested in the fights between students.
Although he had to submit to a third-rate newspaper, Gao Daquan still had a sense of news, but when he thought about the tens of thousands of dollars, he immediately felt relaxed. As long as he could make a fortune, it didn't matter whether the newspaper could be sold or not.
"Reporter Gao..." Ling Cang finally put down his pen at this time and handed several densely written papers to Gao Daquan: "Please refer to this,"
"Okay," Gao Daquan took it and opened it and found that Ling Cang had already written a newsletter. Although Ling Cang was not a reporter and was a little unfamiliar with the writing skills of newsletters, the writing style of this manuscript was quite good. , and more importantly, although there are no more misbehaviors of powerful children, Ling Cang has found another news selling point, what exactly causes students from different classes to be hostile to each other.
In Ling Cang's writing, no one is right or wrong about this matter, but it has become a flash point of potential social conflicts. In the end, Ling Cang also raised the question, that is, what happens between children of different classes? Hostility, then who can guarantee that this hostility will not spread to adults in the future.
After reading it, Gao Daquan took a deep breath: "Brother Lingcang, your writing is good. It would be a pity not to be a reporter."
Ling Cang said expressionlessly: "Thank you,"
Gao Daquan quickly left, and He Xie followed behind, mumbling something he didn't know what to say, probably asking for money.
Shen Fanlei had a few bites of food and then went home. Ling Cang sat alone at the food stall and started drinking by himself.
"I've heard everything..." Zhang Yiting came over and wiped her hands with her apron: "You didn't get involved, so there won't be any trouble, right?"
"It's okay." Ling Cang looked at Zhang Yiting and found a sad look on his eyebrows: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhang Yiting forced a smile to herself: "It's nothing,"
"Just tell me if you have something to do,"
"Actually, it's nothing..." Zhang Yiting pointed to a store not far away and said a little worriedly: "It's just that my business will be affected in the future..."
The place Zhang Yiting pointed to was the light bar that was destroyed due to internal strife between the Hong Ming Gang some time ago. Now it has been bought and is being renovated. It looks like it will be turned into a hotel.
There are already several restaurants near Zhang Yiting's food stall, and there are others selling snacks such as pancakes and fruits. Now that the economy is in recession, fewer and fewer people are eating out. It is not easy to do business. If we continue Going out to a restaurant to grab customers will greatly affect Zhang Yiting's food stall.
"Oh," Ling Cang looked at the storefront and didn't show anything: "By the way, don't go out of the stalls tomorrow. I'll see you if I have something to do."
"what,"
"You'll know when you get here,"
"If you don't go out for a day, you will make a lot less money,"
"Do you believe it?"
Zhang Yiting nodded without hesitation: "Xin,"
"Then don't go out of your way. Tomorrow's things are more important than making a little more money,"
"What the hell,"
"We'll talk about it then," Ling Cang smiled mysteriously: "You can just wait for me here after school tomorrow."
After Ling Cang said that, he ignored Zhang Yiting and left.
Zhang Yiting looked at Ling Cang's back and shook her head in confusion: "This guy..."
Although making money is very important, Zhang Yiting did not go out to the stalls the next day out of trust in Ling Cang, but waited here early.
Customers often come over and see Zhang Yiting and ask why the stall is not out.
Zhang Yiting just smiled and explained that she had something to do at home today and would talk about it another day.
After more than half an hour, Ling Cang finally arrived. Zhang Yiting immediately chewed her mouth and said: "You are late,"
"Because I need to arrange things," Ling Cang said, taking out a towel and saying, "cover your eyes."
Zhang Yiting was startled: "What are you doing?"
"Listen to me," Ling Cang put a towel over Zhang Yiting's eyes, then picked up Zhang Yiting's arm: "Come with me now, walk slowly,"
Zhang Yiting did not refuse, but kept asking: "What's wrong with you? Why don't you tell me directly?"
"If I tell you directly, there will be no surprise,"
"Surprise," Zhang Yiting sighed softly. She felt that since she met Ling Cang, she was often surprised and happy. If she hadn't been tempered enough by life, she might have been unable to bear it. Got a heart attack.
Ling Cang took Zhang Yiting across the road and walked for a while. Finally, he suddenly took off his towel and said, "Let's see."
Zhang Yiting rubbed her eyes and found that she was in a hotel that was being renovated. There were workers busy with construction everywhere.
The renovation work will be completed soon, and it looks like this is a very stylish hotel, with the best materials used everywhere, but there is nothing kitsch about the design.
Zhang Yiting walked around and was surprised to find that this was the light bar that was burned down: "This... what on earth is going on,"
"I took over this place and turned it into a restaurant," Ling Cang told Zhang Yiting with a smile: "From today on, you will be the boss's wife,"
"You want to open a restaurant,"
"Well," Ling Cang nodded: "As for me, I have some money now, and I plan to support you in your career."
"But the hotel belongs to you..." Zhang Yiting said, lowering her head: "What does it have to do with me..."
"Of course it does matter," Ling Cang said to Zhang Yiting seriously: "I will provide the capital, you will provide the people, and we will be a partnership, each holding 50% of the shares. However, I don't have time to take care of it, so I have to do the daily operations. I’ll take responsibility for you,”
"Where did you get so much money?" Zhang Yiting looked at the hotel and said in surprise: "This requires a lot of investment. You won't borrow loan sharks, right?"
"You have such a rich imagination," Ling Cang laughed: "Don't worry, I have saved a lot of money in the past six months or so,"
"How did you save it?" Zhang Yiting was still surprised. She worked so hard to run a food stall but could not secure a store. Ling Cang was idle all day long, so it was unreasonable that he could come up with such funds.
"I have my own way, don't worry. Even if I don't have any money myself, I have so many friends, I can still borrow some." Ling Cang didn't want to explain too much, but just said: "I have thought about it. No matter what we Chinese people get, At that time, food was the most important thing, so the catering business was still very profitable. Plus you are good at cooking, so it just fell into place."
"this……"
"Although the food stalls are doing well, the profits are still relatively low, which is not a long-term solution. If you really want to make money, you still have to have your own physical business,"
"But your investment is so big and you only hold 50% of the shares. Isn't it too much of a disadvantage?" Zhang Yiting hurriedly proposed: "It's better to do this. I'll work for you and you can just pay me a salary."
"You are my wife, how can I care so much," Ling Cang said, holding Zhang Yiting in his arms: "What's mine is yours, and of course, what's yours is also mine,"