The reporter comrade who had been waiting outside was Comrade Wu Chen who had met Zhang Hengu before. He had been here three times and had never seen Zhang Hengu. This time he sat down holding him in his arms. The determination to remain on the bench was finally met by Director Zhang Hengu.
Wu Chen knocked on the door carefully, and after getting confirmation from Director Zhang, he nodded and walked in.
Zhang Hengu hurriedly stood up and offered his seat to Wu Chen himself. Gao Shan poured him water and Xiao Yao handed him a cigarette. The three of them were so busy that they felt a little flattered.
The little demon left knowingly and gently closed the door of the director's office before going out.
Wu Chen also wanted to say a few words about the scene of yesterday's TV series "The Good Weather", but before he could speak, Zhang Hengu spoke first.
"Comrade reporter, I have a question. We ordered the newspaper last year, why hasn't it been delivered yet?"
Wu Chen was stunned by the question. Where is all this? He was here to collect newspaper subscriptions. What does this have to do with last year's newspaper? Besides, how could last year's newspaper not be delivered? He looked at him in confusion. Zhang Hengu, I wonder what he meant by what he said?
Zhang Hengu looked at Gao Shan, and Gao Shan looked at Zhang Hengu. Gao Shan understood and said, "Our unit doesn't know much about this, but many grassroots units reported today that they won't order anything this year. You can’t read newspapers after paying money, and the people reacted very badly. With all this money, it would be better to spend it on doing some practical things for the people.”
Wu Chen was dumbfounded. The people from the External Propaganda Office were embarrassed to tell them now whether last year's newspapers were delivered to grassroots units. According to the distribution practices of the Dai postal service, most of the time the postman stuffed newspapers and letters into everyone's mailboxes or Just hand it to the guard through the gate. As for who will take the newspaper, it has nothing to do with the postal service. Anyway, they earn state wages and have nothing to do with those who subscribe to newspapers.
After half a minute of intense thinking, Wu Chen decided not to bother with last year's newspaper distribution work anymore. What he had to do now was this year's distribution work. The money he had made in the past time mistakes would make up for it now.
Wu Chen made a very humble smile and said: "Director Zhang, you see, we have been ignoring this issue. This is the responsibility of our publisher, and I deeply apologize for this. However, this does not affect our subscriptions this year. I Compensation will be made for last year’s distribution work.”
"Compensation is unnecessary," Takasugi said, "We are an agency and all our revenue and expenditure are fiscally responsible."
This is very clear, and Wu Chen can certainly understand the voice of the words. The External Propaganda Office belongs to the Coordination Office, and the financial revenue and expenditure of the Coordination Office must go through the Finance Bureau. Whether it is fines, confiscated income or other expenditures, they are all reviewed by the Finance Bureau. No matter which grassroots unit Wu Chen compensates, the amount will not be too large, and it will be included in the national treasury and has nothing to do with the Foreign Propaganda Office.
Wu Chen immediately understood what Gao Shan meant and said: "Compensation is certain. Our work has not been done well. Only in this way can the distribution work be on track and leave a deep impression. However, we can discuss the compensation method, such as You can get 30% off this year’s subscription. I will pay for the discount separately.”
Gao Shan looked at Zhang Hengu, who secretly stretched out five fingers. Gao Shan stuck out his tongue and said to himself that Zhang Hengu was really ruthless. Since Zhang Hengu was defeated, Gao Shan simply followed Wu. Shen said clearly.
"We are very moved by Reporter Wu's spirit, but we also have our own difficulties." Zhang Hengu said, "In this way, Gao Shan will talk about specific matters. I still have something to do, and Gao Shan will decide everything."
In fact, what could be wrong with Zhang Hengu? It's just that he couldn't let go of what Big Eye Feng said yesterday about He Lianhua, and he was thinking about asking Big Eye Feng.
Zhang Hengu left Gao Shan to talk to reporter Wu about the newspaper, while he went outside to call Big Eye Feng.
With the help of Li Dazui and Xu Shangting, Zhang Hengu rented two storefront rooms on Fuqian Street as the base of the company that is about to open. Big Eye Feng will move here today. The store has been simply renovated and will probably not last long.
You can open a business and make money in the next day. Read the full version of Long Sword Kunlun.
Big Eye Feng is cleaning up the room. These two front rooms have a store below, offices and dormitories on the second and third floors. There is a small courtyard at the back of the building with four small warehouses. Previously, this was an insurance business, so the house was tidied up.
It needs to be neat and gorgeous, and you can move in without much decoration. What Big Eye Feng needs now is to arrange the registration of the company, recruit relevant personnel, and prepare for the opening ceremony.
He received a call from Zhang Hengu, and without asking, he knew that Zhang Hengu was still thinking about what he said yesterday, and couldn't help but laugh. Zhang Hengu could hold it in until now, which really surprised Feng with big eyes. He thought that Zhang Hengu could hold it in until now.
Zhang Hengu would ask him when he got up in the morning, but he didn't expect him to persist until now.
In fact, it's not that Big-Eyed Feng is trying to pass things off, but that he can't say it or dare not say it. After learning the lesson last time, Big-Eyed Feng and Suan Shiwan both suspected that there was something wrong with Zhang Hengu's two rooms. That time, they
Speaking of He Lianhua's possible knowledge of Zhang Molin's phone call before his disappearance, Zhang Hengu immediately rushed to find He Lianhua, and He Lianhua was already dead. If this was not a coincidence, it would be a very terrible result...
Wouldn't a listening device be placed in Zhang Hengu's home? Who is Zhang Mogu, and does her whereabouts deserve to be kept secret like this? Who is monitoring Zhang Hengu, and why?
Big-eyed Feng and Suan Shiwan didn't dare to think deeply because it was beyond their scope of cognition.
Zhang Hengu asked Big Eye Feng: "Brother Yan, yesterday you said that He Lianhua committed suicide. What on earth is going on?"
Big-eyed Feng sighed and said: "Bullshit suicide, is that how your family commits suicide? I'm just talking casually."
"What's going on?" Zhang Hengu certainly wouldn't believe that He Lianhua committed suicide, but he still had some doubts about who the murderer was and why he killed He Lianhua's family. Because based on his feeling, it seemed that He Lianhua's death had something to do with it.
Zhang Momo has an inevitable connection.
"He Lianlianhua did not commit suicide at all, nor was it a murder of love." Big-eyed Feng said, "Even if I have seen the body secretly, He Lianhua died from a palm cutting the spine of his back."
Zhang Hengu took a breath. If it was true as Ten Thousand said, then He Lianhua was killed first and then created the illusion of murder. But how could a master who could kill people with one palm appear in Dongda Village?
When Zhang Hengu came back, Gao Shan had already reached a preliminary agreement with reporter Wu Chen: the External Propaganda Office would be responsible for the subscription work in Huahai County, and subscriptions to newspapers would be paid into the independent account of the Foreign Propaganda Office at a 35% discount. Wu Chen would be responsible for the annual
"Daibang Youth Daily" will report the story once on the front page and no less than ten times on other pages. Three press credentials will also be provided.
This is obviously an unequal agreement, but the reporter signed it with great satisfaction. Because according to the content of this agreement, the number of subscriptions in Huahai County can be greatly increased, and his performance will also rise like a rocket. As for those The positive report that was promised will be published everywhere anyway. It has benefits and space, so why not do it. As for the press card, it is just a matter of stamping it for 50 cents.
Zhang Hengu and Gao Shan accompanied the reporter downstairs. Before they parted, Zhang Hengu finally felt that this reporter was completely different from the one named Huang, so he made an appointment with Wu Chen to invite the reporter comrades to have dinner together.
Journalists, after all, are the uncrowned kings who control public opinion. If they can build relationships, they can build relationships.
After sending the reporter away and returning to the office, Zhang Hengu found Xiao Yao standing at the door and hesitated to speak, so he asked her what happened."
Xiao Yao pretended to hesitate and said to Zhang Hengu: "Director Zhang, did you go online yesterday?"
Regarding her strange question, Zhang Hengu didn't react at all, he just shook his head and was fine. Gao Shan was smart and heard something in her words, guessing that it might be what the little demon said a few days ago. He asked her if it was true. Have you heard other people gossiping again?
Xiaoyao said: "No one has gossiped in the past two days, but yesterday I saw that someone posted a lot of posts on the Huahai Forum, just about this matter. Now that the director has become a celebrity in Huahai County, what are you doing? Don’t know yet?”
What?
Zhang Hengu suddenly became more politically sensitive and posted a post on the forum saying that Zhang Hengu was cheating. This was the first time in his life. For the little guy Zhang Hengu, it was just someone who wanted to curse, and he thought three hundred and sixty-six times a year. You can't scold him for fifteen days, and even if he asks someone to pay, they may not be willing to deal with him. But it's different now. After all, he is also a deputy department-level cadre, and he already has the capital to be scolded.
Gao Shan asked: "What exactly does the post say about Director Zhang?" As he spoke, he opened Zhang Hengu's computer and started searching the Huahai Forum.
Zhang Hengu had known for a long time that one day it would come, but he didn't expect it to come so soon. He thought bitterly, a tiger's heart is harmless to a person, but a tiger's intention is to hurt others. Why is it so difficult to be a section chief?
Zhang Hengu didn't know that what he was facing now was an all-round attack. With rumors spreading, anonymous reports, and forum posts, Zhang Hengu had no way out. What was fake couldn't be true. Zhang Hengu has a deep understanding of this fact. However, when he passes a difficult time, he will find that the fake can become real, and the real can also be fake. The difference between the real and the fake is just like a person's mouth. The same thing, just two skins on top and bottom.
Zhang Hen's buttocks are burning, and someone who shares the same problem with him is also worried somewhere in Huahai County. This person is none other than Team Leader Qin.
Acting Mayor Chen Yinghong set a time limit of ten days for his task force to solve the case. For him, this is no longer a challenge, but a humiliation. Because it is impossible to solve such a sophisticated case in ten days. The deadline is ten days. Obviously he didn't want him to solve the case.
Full of dissatisfaction, Qin Xiaolu returned to the police station, but he did not expect that good news was waiting for him.
After making inquiries, Hu Ming confirmed that the place where Song Tian stayed for dozens of minutes that day was a hotel named Sihai Restaurant. By checking the video surveillance of this place, it can be seen that when Song Tian's car was parked in front of the Sihai Restaurant .
Sihai Restaurant, this place is interesting. Team leader Qin jumped up. It seems that there is still hope.