The court's ruling not only shocked the defendant's lawyer, but also the plaintiff's lawyer. Xia Baishi's energy was so powerful. How could he win like this? It's too ridiculous.
The defendant's lawyer protested in court, but the presiding judge explained that Xia Baishi's alleged kidnapping case was in another case and had nothing to do with this case, and the court would not accept unverified evidence.
The verdict was unreasonable, but expected. An Xin summoned lawyers and cronies to discuss countermeasures. Shang Feng Shang Shui Villa became the base camp for the battle with Xia Baishi. Liu Handong, as one of Xia Qingshi's most trusted ministers, was also among them, and he could not even rest at night.
Not even half a step away.
The attorney has filed an appeal, but judging from the bizarre judgment of the District Court, the final result of the Intermediate Court will not be ideal.
An Xin knew Xia Baishi's background very well. He and his brother Xia Qingshi were two completely different people. Baishi was uneducated, fat-minded, and had no courage in doing things. With his character, he would not dare to openly rob his niece's property. How could Qingshi High-tech?
With a plate worth tens of billions, someone who has the guts to put his mouth down is definitely not an ordinary person.
An Xin knew who the person behind Xia Baishi was.
In the living room, cigarette smoke was lingering, and the lawyers were talking loudly and quoting from other sources, discussing how to win the appeal. Liu Handong, who was standing aside, suddenly interjected: "I suggest that the media intervene and expose the shameless behavior of Xia Baishi and the Yunshan District Court. Several of my friends are
Journalists can ask them for help."
The lawyers got excited and said that public opinion intervention would definitely be useful. We also have heavyweight friends, from CCTV reporters to public celebrities with millions of fans. They all mobilized to launch a nationwide public opinion offensive. Omi City Intermediate Court
You must not be able to withstand the pressure.
An Xin said calmly: "Then go ahead and ask Xiaoqing for reimbursement of the cost."
The lawyers looked happy. These days when reporters and big Vs come forward to solve problems, the price is clearly marked. As an introducer, agency fees are naturally inevitable.
Liu Handong didn't think as much as the lawyers thought. He just wanted to help Shu Fan. The most familiar one among journalist friends was Baina. He called her, but Baina was in a foreign country for reporting purposes and couldn't come back for the time being.
"Why don't you go find Ruan Xiaochuan? He is now working at Omi Daily and is highly appreciated by his superiors. I will send you his new number," Baina said.
Liu Handong called Ruan Xiaochuan and made an appointment to meet at noon. After checking that it was almost time, he left the villa. As soon as he left, An Jie came out from behind the corner, looked at Liu Handong's back for a while, and left.
Entering the living room to find An Xin: "Sister, please arrange something for me to do. I am confident that I can manage the taxi company well."
An Xin looked at her cousin and felt somewhat conflicted. The decision to remove An Jie as the general manager of the taxi company was made by Xia Qingshi. It seemed inappropriate to overturn his appointment and removal decision before his body was cold.
"In extraordinary times, you should stay with me to help." An Xin said.
Anjie nodded reluctantly: "Okay, if you need me to do anything, just ask me, I will go all out and do my best."
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There is a coffee shop near Omi Daily, and Ruan Xiaochuan chose to meet Liu Handong here. After many days, the young reporter who was still a young reporter has grown into the editor of the party newspaper, and his movements are full of maturity and wisdom. Ruan Xiaochuan wears a white shirt and navy blue
The trousers, watch strap, belt and leather shoes are all black, and they look no different from the cadres of the Propaganda Department.
"What's the big news? Tell me." Ruan Xiaochuan said with a smile, stretched out his hand to call the waiter, and ordered two simple meals, "Eat whatever you want for lunch, I'll treat you."
Liu Handong narrated Xia Baishi's custody battle, and Ruan Xiaochuan jumped on the case: "Shameless! You compile the detailed materials, and I will expose them!"
Liu Handong was overjoyed, had a hasty meal, went back to sort out the materials, and sent them to Ruan Xiaochuan via email.
In the evening, Ruan Xiaochuan called: "Oh, I'm so sorry. The Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee is having a meeting today, and I'm so busy that I haven't even eaten yet. I read the email you sent, and it's of great value. However, Omi Daily is a party newspaper.
, it’s not suitable to publish these things, so why don’t I introduce you to a journalist friend who works for a TV station and is responsible for the family column. I’ll give you a number and you can contact him.”
Be obedient and listen to the sound, as soon as Liu Handong heard what Ruan Xiaochuan said, he knew that the television station's "Parents' Family" program was similar to a variety show. It only reported trivial matters such as fighting over houses, conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, mistresses, mistresses, etc.
The aunt and uncle were guests on TV, Balabala was mediating, and the Xia family was involved in a battle for tens of billions of property. Such childishness showed that Ruan Xiaochuan didn't take it seriously at all, so he just didn't make the call.
After a while, Liu Handong's cell phone rang, and it was actually a call from Song Shuang.
"Liu Handong, I heard that you are looking for me?" Song Shuang's voice was still clear.
"No...wait a minute, are you the reporter with a short-lived parentage?"
Song Shuang chuckled: "I'm sure you'll answer right away. Yes, I'm a reporter now, an intern reporter at Omi TV. I specialize in collecting materials for short columns on parents. I heard that you've gotten into big trouble?"
Liu Handong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After going around and around, he ended up at Song Shuang's place. This was fate.
"The matter is quite big. I'll send you an email. You can read it first."
"Let's talk face to face. I'll find you wherever you are." Song Shuang said with great enthusiasm.
Half an hour later, Song Shuang drove her orange manual Swift to Shangfeng Shangshui Villa, interviewed An Xin and Shu Fan, and chatted with the attorney for a long time. She wrote several pages in the notebook and finished the discussion happily.
Liu Handong said: "I'm tired of doing all those trivial matters all day long. I finally caught the big news. Thank you very much. I'll treat you to dinner another day."
Liu Handong changed the subject: "Didn't you find a job before you graduated? Where's Zhu Pengpeng, are you with me?"
"She is waiting to take the postgraduate entrance examination, and then the civil service examination, and follow the path arranged by the elders. I can't wait any longer. Postgraduate studies can be done on the job. By the way, I got into the TV station by myself. I didn't find anyone."
As he spoke, he raised his head, pouted, and looked at Liu Handong proudly, like a puppy waiting for praise and petting from its owner.
"It's amazing." Liu Handong said perfunctorily.
"You don't mean it. Look down on me. Just wait. I will make earth-shattering news this time." Song Shuang was full of confidence and waved his little fist in the air.
Song Shuang's confidence is not in vain. The Taiwan leaders attach great importance to this newcomer. After all, Song Shuang's father is the former director of the Public Security Department and is now a deputy ministerial leader. His energy is amazing, so from the station director to the director, everyone
Treat this trainee reporter like a Bodhisattva and coax him to worship him.
The next day, Song Shuang came with a photographer to formally interview relevant personnel. Xia Baishi's home was nearby. They went to interview but were turned down. Xia Zhou even threatened the reporter with a baseball bat: "Turn off the machine."
, or I’ll smash it.”
This is what Song Shuang wanted. On one side is the widowed mother and the weak daughter, on the other side are the domineering uncle and cousin. The contrast is obvious and it is easy to win the sympathy of the audience.
All the materials were brought back to the station and re-arranged and produced to prepare a series of programs and follow-up reports. The colleagues in the column were gearing up and full of confidence. Being able to catch such explosive materials would be of great benefit to the program. The ratings would go up. Everyone's
The status will rise with the tide.
The first episode of the program was produced and the schedule was set. However, the station leader suddenly announced that the program would be cancelled, and no screenings or interviews would be allowed.
Song Shuang angrily went to the station leader to question him. The leader was vague and hesitant, and when pressed, he just said: "There is nothing we can do. After all, the TV station is the mouthpiece of the party."
Could it be that Xia Baishi's energy could control the TV station? Song Shuang was very puzzled. With the reporter's professionalism of asking for answers, after a lot of stalking, he finally got the truth. The ban on broadcasting was issued by someone from the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee. There was no
Formal documents are conveyed orally.
Song Shuang felt his face was burning. As a reporter who was the uncrowned king, he had to be controlled by some bureaucrats who didn't know anything. The battle for the Xia family's inheritance had nothing to do with politics, nor was there any national issue. It did not involve sensitive factors at all. The above sentence
Banning broadcasting, how can we talk about the spirit of journalism?
Since the mainstream media won't report it, then go to the self-media. After Song Shuang became a reporter, her Weibo account became even more popular. The "Cute and Soft Shuang'er" real-name certification, her millions of fans, her influence is even greater than
TV stations are big.
That night, Song Shuang posted his long Weibo post online, went to bed with a smile on his face, and waited for thousands of replies and tens of thousands of reposts the next day.
In the morning, Song Shuang was woken up by the alarm clock and got up in a daze. First, he picked up his mobile phone and checked Weibo. The Weibo he posted last night had disappeared and turned into a line of cold text: Sorry, this Weibo is not suitable for public disclosure.
If you need help, please contact customer service.
As a frequent visitor to Weibo, Song Shuang certainly understood what happened and was deleted by the administrator. Generally speaking, sensitive things would always be blocked by Zhalang's administrator, but where was the sensitivity in the battle for the Xia family's inheritance?
Shiraishi can deal with individual Omi Propaganda Department leaders, how can he even deal with Zhalang? This is unscientific!
In the morning, Song Shuang was sitting at his desk moodily, writing, when a colleague came over and whispered: "Shuang Shuang, the deputy director is looking for you, be careful."
The director of Omi TV is a part-time leader of the Propaganda Department, and the person in charge of daily work is the deputy director. He either wants to be promoted or has made a big mistake. Song Shuang obviously belongs to the latter.
When she came to the leader's office, the deputy director did not criticize Song Shuang. Instead, he poured her water himself and asked her questions with a smile, such as how long the internship period was, whether the elders in the family were in good health, what thoughts they had about work, and what they thought about the station.
Suggestions and comments.
Most intern reporters would be paralyzed with fear when they get in front of the boss, but Song Shuang, a newborn calf, is not afraid of tigers. She doesn't accept the boss's tricks, and she won't say anything: "Director, why are you banning the program we worked so hard for?"
, why was my Weibo also deleted? Can Xia Baishi cover the sky with one hand?"
The deputy director said sternly: "Xiao Song, things are more complicated than we imagined. As a new recruit in the field of public opinion propaganda, you must grasp your position, talk about politics, talk about principles, for whom to speak, and how to speak.
, are all knowledgeable, you should learn more from old comrades."
Song Shuangdao: "Director, aren't journalists just doing news? How can they be so particular?"
The deputy director said earnestly: "Remember, we are propaganda workers first, and journalists second."