One day later, Song Shuang arrived at the Blue Swordfish Western Restaurant by the Huai River as scheduled. Ling Zijie and Zhu Pengpeng had been waiting for her for a long time. When they saw her coming, they joked: "The big reporter is late, so he has to drink as a penalty."
Song Shuang smiled and said: "Don't be sarcastic, I am a trainee reporter, and I am not as popular as your Ling Zijie, the deputy division level press spokesman, and the most popular person in front of Mayor Liu."
After some joking, Song Shuang sat down, and Ling Zijie handed over the menu and asked: "Whatever you want to eat, order it yourself. The charcoal-roasted pork neck here is good, and the German flavor is very authentic."
Song Shuang flipped through the menu and said, "Whatever, I'll eat whatever you want. Hey, Pengpeng, what did you get? It seems like your birthday is still far away."
There is a big box behind Zhu Pengpeng, tied with a ribbon, which looks like a gift.
"This is a gift for you." Zhu Pengpeng held the box over and said with a smile: "The good thing you have dreamed of, open it and take a look."
Song Shuang smiled and said: "It can't be a handsome guy, right? This box is so small that Guo Jingming can't get into it, so what could it be?"
Zhu Pengpeng and Ling Zijie both laughed and said nothing.
Song Shuang opened the box and was stunned. Inside was a row of lenses for Nikon SLR cameras, wide-angle fixed focus, wide-angle zoom, telephoto zoom, super telephoto fixed focus, macro, tilt-shift, anti-shake, a dazzling array of lenses.
Eye-catching.
"Drug abuse has ruined my life, my SLR has made me poor for three generations, Shuang'er, this gift has cost me all my fortune." Zhu Pengpeng said with a heartbroken expression.
"Pengpeng, you are so good, you are indeed my good sister." Song Shuang was carried away by the excitement. She is a journalism major and loves photography. Her family is not bad, so she has been playing SLR for some years, but photography
The equipment is too expensive, and many professional lenses cannot be purchased. Now that her dream has come true, it is like putting a table full of fish in front of a wild cat that has been hungry for three days, how can she not be excited.
"You have a full set of lenses, so you have to take good photos to repay me." Zhu Pengpeng and Song Shuangmo said twice, and the two sisters sat down side by side, squeezing Ling Zijie aside.
"Yes, yes, look at my works." Song Shuang took out a stack of photography works from his backpack and showed them to them. Ling Zijie looked at a few pictures and exaggeratedly praised: "Poison, virtue, master
, learned!”
Song Shuang laughed and said, "Are you also a equipment person?"
Ling Zijie said: "I am not a tool guy. I am a journalist. We are colleagues, but we are not enemies, but good friends."
Zhu Pengpeng said: "Come on, don't get close to our family. You are not a reporter now, you are a civil servant. You are different from us ordinary people."
Song Shuang was busy taking pictures and put on a fixed-focus lens to take pictures of Cai. She used a Nikon d800e SLR camera. The body alone cost more than 20,000 yuan. It was sponsored by her father Song Jianfeng. She counted on her salary and the lens cover.
Can't even afford it.
The meal was very enjoyable. When eating dessert after the meal, Song Shuang asked: "Pengpeng, can you lend me these lenses for a month?"
Zhu Pengpeng's eyes widened: "It's just for you."
Song Shuang didn't believe it. The total price of these lenses was hundreds of thousands. Although Zhu Pengpeng came from a good family and was her best friend, it was impossible for him to give such a heavy gift.
Ling Zijie hinted at Zhu Pengpeng with his eyes, telling her to stop talking.
Song Shuang became wary, there must be something fishy going on here, and she asked closely: "What's going on? I won't want it until you explain it clearly."
Ling Zijie originally wanted Song Shuang to accept these scenes and wait ten days and a half before raising any further issues, but now that Song Shuang asked, he told the truth.
"It's like this. Someone asked me to beg you to show mercy. These shots are from their heart."
"Who?" Song Shuang immediately thought of Yan Zhizhong, but she couldn't imagine how Yan Zhizhong and Ling Zijie could be connected.
"It's Secretary Yan of Wangdong District. He's been very troubled by you recently, haha." Ling Zijie laughed, "Song Shuang, you are really a hero among girls. Even the district committee secretaries at the deputy department level have raised their hands to beg for mercy."
Song Shuang removed the lens from the camera, put it back into the box, and pushed it back: "Sorry, I can't have this."
Zhu Pengpeng was anxious: "Shuang'er, you are stupid. If you post less on Weibo, these shots will be yours. This is not considered bribery. If we don't tell, no one will know. Besides, what's the benefit of offending Yan Zhizhong?" TV station
I won’t give you a salary increase.”
Song Shuang said: "I am just fulfilling the duties of a citizen and a journalist, fighting corruption and promoting righteousness. Corrupt officials like Yan Zhizhong will have to double the rules, double the rules, and sentence them!"
Ling Zijie smiled meaningfully and shook his head, seemingly disapproving of Song Shuangyi's serious words.
"Why are you laughing?" Song Shuang asked.
"I laughed at you for being too naive." Ling Zijie shook his head, "Our country has its own unique national conditions. We must allow moderate corruption among leading cadres. We would rather have a corrupt but capable cadre than an honest and incompetent cadre. Our country is in a period of crisis.
Judging from the historical trajectory of the rapid economic development, any country will inevitably have corruption problems at this stage."
Song Shuang sneered: "Ling Zijie, I thought you were quite high-level, but I didn't expect you to be on the same level as the guy holding the Frisbee. Do you usually subscribe to the Globe?"
Ling Zijie said sternly: "Yan Zhizhong is a corrupt official, but he has done a lot of practical things over the years. You brought him down, and a new cadre came up. Who knows whether he will be more corrupt. We are just choosing the lesser of two evils. Besides,
It's not good for you, a girl, to have too many enemies. Let's assume that if your father wasn't Song Jianfeng, do you think you could continue working in the TV station? Do you think you could still sit here properly?"
Song Shuang was silent.
Zhu Pengpeng cautiously advised: "Shuang'er, Zijie is doing this for your own good. It's enough for a girl to just eat and have fun. What kind of anti-corruption fighter do you think you are?"
Ling Zijie continued to persuade with sincerity: "Song Shuang, actually I admire your character. Once upon a time, I was just like you, full of ambitions and wanted to change the world. However, after running into obstacles countless times, I found that I was wrong. The times have changed.
Progress does not depend on individual efforts, but
It is a process of natural evolution. Maybe our country’s system is not the best, but it is the most suitable for this nation and this era. Your idea is good, but your approach is too direct and simple. The years are long and life is long.
Just wait and see, and you will know that I am right."
Song Shuang said: "You are the champion of the International College Debate Competition. I can't defeat you, but I am already doing this and will not give up halfway. I can't take the camera. Thank you for the meal. Goodbye."
Zhu Pengpeng was anxious, stood up and advised: "Shuang'er, don't leave."
Song Shuang said: "We don't agree with each other if we have different opinions. We won't talk about work matters in the future. We will still be good friends."
Zhu Pengpeng looked downcast and watched Song Shuang leave, saying angrily: "It's all your fault for making my good sister angry."
Ling Zijie sighed and said: "Song Shuang has never suffered. She doesn't know the hardships of society and makes enemies everywhere. She is causing trouble for her father."
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In the Affiliated Hospital of the Medical University, Ma Ling was undergoing his first skin grafting operation. Liu Handong sat in the corridor and waited quietly. He had not smiled for a long time and had lost weight.
The operation took six to eight hours and was long and arduous. Liu Handong couldn't sit still and went to the garden to smoke. Suddenly, the ringtone of his cell phone rang. It was sharp and irritating, making people uneasy. Why didn't he find the ringtone so unpleasant before?
Liu Handong was even more unhappy when he saw that the caller ID showed an unfamiliar number. He pressed the call button and planned to scold the other party, but he heard a suppressed cry.
"Is it a knife? What's wrong with your sister?" Liu Handong threw away the cigarette and jumped up from the edge of the flower bed.
"Xiao Min is gone." Xiao Dao sobbed.
"Where is it, the ward? I'll be there soon." Liu Handong hung up the phone and ran into the hospital building. The elevator was full of people. He simply took the stairs and ran over. When he entered the ward, he saw the curtain on the inner bed with a knife standing on it.
In front of the bed, his shoulders were shaking.
Seeing Liu Handong come in, he wiped his tears and said: "Just now my sister said she wanted to eat some canned oranges, so I went downstairs to buy some, and she fell asleep when I came back..."
Liu Handong walked over and saw Xiao Min lying on the hospital bed, skinny as a stick, with no hair, her eyes were slightly open, and her long eyelashes seemed to be flickering.
What a good child, just gone. Liu Handong pressed Xiaodao's shoulder to comfort him, but his own eyes filled with tears.
"Brother, my sister is gone, and I am the only one left." Xiaodao suddenly cried loudly.
The brother and sister had a hard life, without a father or a mother, and they depended on each other for life. Now the sister has passed away, leaving Xiaodao alone. This pain is difficult for ordinary people to understand.
This is a tumor ward, where dead people are very common. All the patients came to comfort Xiao Dao, and doctors and nurses also came in to check his heartbeat and pulse, and to check his pupils to confirm death.
Suddenly, several people came into the ward, both men and women, well-dressed. The man with glasses in the lead asked, "Who are Li Min's family members?"
Xiaodao went up to meet him: "I am."
"We are from the Fei Foundation Charity Association. This is Li Min's medical aid. Please sign." The man with glasses handed over the signature book. The female assistant prepared the cash check and the other person raised the camera.
He grabbed the check with a knife, tore it into pieces, and yelled: "Get out!"
"Why are you swearing?" The man with glasses pushed up his glasses and asked unhappily.
"I'm going to hit you again!" Xiao Dao punched him, scaring them so much that they hurriedly retreated and ran into the corridor muttering. Only when they saw the corpse truck coming up from the morgue did they understand and left in frustration.
Liu Handong picked up the scraps of the check, which read, RMB 5,000 yuan.
The Fei Fund has raised so much money that the most prosperous road in Omi advertises the Fei Fund all the year round, and holds various charity bazaars, cocktail parties, golf parties, etc. every month. Universities, middle schools, primary schools, enterprises and institutions have Fei Funds.
The fund's donation box and the public service announcements broadcast on the TV station are overwhelming, and the gentle mother's education
Children, save the money to buy toys and donate it to sick children, to lonely elderly people, and so on. However, after raising so much money, they made it difficult in every possible way when distributing it. It was not until Xiao Min passed away that the poor people were sent.
Five thousand yuan, five thousand yuan, is simply a drop in the bucket for patients with malignant tumors.
There must be something wrong with Fei Fund. After cutting off some of Liu Fei's evil hands, they will attack Fei Fund!