The patience of the two guards was finally broken by Zhang Hengu. One of them stood up and asked, "Okay, stop yelling, just tell me if you have anything to do."
Zhang Hengu thought that this person was quite cheerful, and hurriedly said: "Comrade, my wife's name is Zhang Momo, I have been working in China, and my family lives in Dongdacun - by the way, Dongdacun is from Huahai County, and Huahai County is
A county in Beilian City..."
These two brothers had first-hand experience of what it means to be incoherent. The guard who was the first to receive Zhang Hengu hurriedly stopped Zhang Hengu and said, "Okay, don't make it so complicated, tell me what's wrong with you?"
Only then did Zhang Hengu realize that he was talking too much nonsense, so he said directly: "I just want to file a complaint."
"Oh, it turns out he's a prostitute." The two of them looked at each other and immediately understood what Zhang Hengu did. Every day, they had anywhere from a hundred to eighty people coming to prostitutes here, but even though the Dai TV station
It is the mouthpiece of the whole country, but after all, it belongs to the people of the whole country and not to any one person. With so many people coming here to complain, the TV station should just change its name.
The doorman who had been sitting there stood up, stretched and said, "Fellow, this is a TV station. If you want to file a complaint, you have to go to the Petitions Office."
What is the Petition Office? Don’t think Zhang Hengu doesn’t know. He saw how powerful the Petition Office is when he was working in Beijing. He once had the experience of sifting sand somewhere in the suburbs of Beijing for two days.
Those who are blindly displaced are those who are prostitutes. If you go to the Petitions and Calls Office, you might as well go directly to the detention center.
Zhang Hengu said hurriedly: "I have been to the Petitions Office, and I think it is better to let the journalist comrades help me."
Seeing the sincerity on Zhang Hengu's face, the two guards patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, let's be realistic. Where is the Dai Gang TV station? It can't even broadcast news about the Dai Gang. What can I do for you?
Are you busy? Do you know how much it costs to broadcast an advertisement in the news? It's charged per second. If you really have a grievance, go to the newspaper. They specialize in looking for trouble with the local government. Maybe they can help you.
"
Zhang Hengu was full of passion. He thought he could accuse the Huahai County Police Department of the inaction on TV when he arrived at the Dai Gang TV station. Who would have thought that the threshold of the TV station was so high that he would not be given a chance to get in. However, these two
What the guard said is not wrong. If the dignified Dai TV station can speak justice to him, an ordinary citizen, then the TV station will no longer be able to broadcast news, and people all over the country will come here to accuse the government.
Then go find a newspaper. What these two guards said makes sense. It’s hard to sell newspapers now. If they don’t make trouble with the local government and stir up some hot topics, these media won’t even be able to make a living. Think of it.
These things made Zhang Hengu's blood boil again.
Zhang Hengu asked the two guards for directions, took a taxi and went straight to the newspaper office of the Dai Youth Daily. According to the two guards, the Dai newspapers are divided into many factions, some specializing in criticizing the government, and some specializing in praising the government.
Yes, as long as it doesn’t run into the government’s red line, no one will interfere with anything. Among all newspapers, Youth Daily is the most famous for daring to tell the truth and making decisions for the people.
After a lot of hard work, Zhang Hengu finally got into the newspaper office of Dai Youth Daily as he wished. A middle-aged editor met Zhang Hengu.
Zhang Hengu burst into tears and complained to the editor about his misfortunes. He thought that after hearing this, the editor would be filled with righteous indignation and accuse him, but he didn't expect that the old man would be a little agitated when he heard such accusations.
He was absent-minded, smoking a cigarette and even seemed a little sleepy.
"Teacher Editor, Teacher Editor!" Zhang Hengu reminded the editor who had lost his energy loudly, thinking that it seemed that what he just said was in vain.
"Listen, listen." Comrade Editor said, adjusting his glasses.
Zhang Hengu spread his hands helplessly and said, "That's it."
"Oh, that's it. OK, you can go back first."
Zhang Hengu didn't understand what he meant, so it ended like this after he said it? Should the youth report to the management or not? At least he should give himself an answer.
"Look at this..."
The editing teacher adjusted his glasses again, looked Zhang Hengu up and down, and said, "Raise your legs."
Zhang Hengu didn't know what he meant, so he could only lift his legs as he asked.
"Shake your arms."
Zhang Hengu complied again.
"Bend over."
Zhang Hengu immediately bent down and shook his head exaggeratedly to show that there was nothing wrong with his waist. He thought, maybe this editor teacher has some work at home and wants me to help him? What if he can really help?
Myself, let alone doing some work, even donating some blood doesn't matter.
But the editor teacher did not ask him to work as Zhang Hengu suspected. Instead, he said something that almost made Zhang Hengu angry. "You didn't even let them cripple you, so why should you sue?"
What? Zhang Hengu almost jumped up. Listening to what his old man said, it seems that only people who have been disabled by the police can come here to file a complaint?
The editor motioned him to sit down and said: "Don't be excited, young man. Let me tell you, these days, there are so many people who are seeking to be crippled and crippled. I am the first person like you who has come forward to file a complaint even though he is still intact."
I saw it once. The Youth Daily published a lot of petitions for the people, but the Dai gang is too accustomed to situations like yours."
Listening to what he said, Zhang Hengu finally understood a word that Big-Eyed Feng once said: It’s not strange to be surprised. The news media encounters too many such things every day, and they can only select some representative cases to expose.
, such little things as his seem to be too many.
Zhang Hengu, who was already full of anger, immediately lost his temper. It seems that he was a little impulsive to come to Pingjiang for such a small matter. If he had known this, he might as well have gone to Beilian to worry about it. Maybe the newspaper there could make the decision for him.
Woolen cloth.
"Don't go to Beilian, don't go to Beilian." The editor teacher hurriedly reminded Zhang Hengu, "It's better to find a lively place and commit suicide by self-immolation than to go to Beilian. It will be so lively that the government
If you can't step down, then the news media will be enthusiastic about reporting. Regardless of whether you are dead or fake, as long as the whole country knows about it, your problem will be solved."
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