Listening to countless people praising his employees in front of him, Rong Zhongwei didn't feel proud at all, but on the contrary, he was a little angry.∮,
Ling Shijie is not an important person, and Rong Zhongwei doesn't know much about him, but at least he knows that this guy is not that noble, let alone has the ability to make even the provincial governor give him face. People say that Ling Shijie did it.
Rong Zhongwei understood that most of them were deduced. As for who was bragging for Ling Shijie, Rong Zhongwei couldn't guess. He felt that it was most likely Ling Shijie who was promoting himself.
Being a reporter is the same as running a newspaper in some respects, that is, you must not only hype the news, but also hype yourself. For example, if a small civil servant stomps on an old man's feet and immediately apologizes and pays,
You must say that a very powerful corrupt official sent someone to chop off the old man's feet. Everyone dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. In the end, it was our reporter who stepped forward and risked being beaten by more than 800 powerful insiders.
Danger exposed this incident and sought justice for the old man.
Hyping is appropriate, but hyping yourself to the point of being omnipotent is a bit too much. And because of your own hype, hundreds of people from all over the world came to the south to complain to Master Qingtian, which made people feel uncomfortable.
It's unbearable.
At this time, the traffic policeman walked up to Rong Zhongwei and Tian Yugao. He did not know Rong Zhongwei, but he knew Tian Yugao, who was in charge of administrative affairs. With a somewhat troubled look on his face, he said to Tian Yugao: "Director Tian,
Are you holding an event? Can you divert the crowd so that it doesn’t affect traffic?"
Tian Yugao looked back at the road and saw that half of the road was blocked. On the one hand, the editors and reporters from Nanjing Director were unable to enter the gate and were all parked on the road. On the other hand, there were some people who looked like petitioners in twos and threes.
He stood on the road and pointed, which also caused congestion. He turned his head and asked Rong Zhongwei for instructions: "Mr. Rong, what do you think we should do about this matter? I have been persuading them for a long time just now, telling them not to be blocked.
At the door, but they didn’t listen to anyone.”
"This..." Rong Zhongwei is also in a dilemma. People who can travel thousands of miles to file complaints are more or less paranoid. For such people, persuasion and intimidation will not work. Let them be blocked in the south.
It was none of Rong Zhongwei's business that the entrance to the guide gate affected the city's traffic, but to outsiders, they thought Nan Guide had done something outrageous and caused people to block the gate. The social impact was really bad.
"If it doesn't work, let them in. Let the security take control of the situation and arrange for them to wait in the yard. Then arrange for a few social news reporters to contact them, listen to their grievances, and then send them away.
." Rong Zhongwei explained.
If Rong Zhongwei could have foreseen the consequences of his decision, even if he was killed, he would not have given the order to let the petitioners enter the courtyard. As soon as the gate of Nandao courtyard opened, the petitioners burst into cheers, and then shouted like
Like the rebellious soldiers who rushed into the Winter Palace, "Ula" poured into the courtyard in a chaotic manner.
The petitioners who entered the courtyard were not so easy to control. They came in when they saw the door, sat down when they saw a place, and ate when they saw something. A large group of petitioners ran to the toilet to use it. There were not enough urinals, so they just looked for them.
Just for a moment, some petitioners occupied the washbasin, took out toothbrushes and towels and started washing, and even lifted their smelly feet up to rinse, leaving a smell of salted fish everywhere. Some petitioners held instant noodles.
I looked for boiling water everywhere to make it. After I made it, I squatted in the corridor to eat it and threw the seasoning packets all over the corridor.
After eating and eating, the petitioners began to break into the reporter's office to complain. They didn't care who they were, they just grabbed anyone and started to tell their grievances. They were dripping with snot and tears, and their dirty hands often went to the reporter.
The administrative department, financial department, computer room and other departments were not spared. A man with a scarred face rushed into the cashier's office. As soon as he entered the door, he knelt on the ground and cried, scaring several pretty little accountants.
Escape from the road.
The security guards in Nandao were busy maintaining order, but the heroes couldn't handle the crowd. They blocked one end and missed the other. What the petitioners are best at is crying, making trouble, and hanging themselves. Whenever they are stopped by the security guards, they will
They knelt down and cried, and even the middle-aged woman with a worn-out face forced herself into the security guard's arms. The security guards were all young men. They had never seen such a formation. They were all at a loss and didn't know what to do.
Under the protection of several security guards, Rong Zhongwei broke through the siege of the petitioners and entered his office. As soon as he entered the door, he heard several phones on the table ringing like crazy. When he picked it up, he heard that
It was the various departments asking what happened and why there were so many petitioners wreaking havoc in the group.
"You must appease these people and find ways to calm them down and avoid causing trouble." Rong Zhongwei instructed various departments. At this time, if there is a quarrel or fight between employees and petitioners, just
It can't be stopped. If these hundreds of people break up in the group, the losses will be immeasurable. The petitioners regard themselves as dead and have no fear. Even if the police are called to arrest them, there will be no harm to them.
It's just a few more days of free prison food, so it can't scare them. But the Nandao Group is different. Everything they touch is their own property. Who can afford to play such a game?
After explaining to various departments, Rong Zhongwei dialed the phone number of Ling Shijie's editorial department and ordered the editorial director Han Bo to come to his office immediately. He wanted to ask the whole story of the matter face to face.
There is only two floors between the editorial department and Rong Zhongwei's office. Normally, it only takes two or three minutes for Rong Zhongwei to call someone over. But this time, Rong Zhongwei waited for a full quarter of an hour before hearing from Han Bo.
There was a knock on the door, followed by the sound of a confrontation between the security guard guarding the door for Rong Zhongwei and the petitioners.
"Come in!" Rong Zhongwei responded.
Han Bo pushed the door open and came in. He, who was usually very particular about his appearance, now had messy clothes and loosened his tie. He looked aggrieved, as if he had just been "passed by" several strong men. When he saw Rong Zhongwei,
Han Bo spoke with tears in his eyes: "Mr. Rong, I can't stay in this building anymore. There are seven or eight people crowded in my office. As soon as I go out, people drag me to complain, and they won't let me go until I hear it. When I look back,
, I don’t know where my wallet went…”
Rong Zhongwei did not answer his words, but asked with a dark face: "Let me ask you, what topic has Ling Shijie been working on during this time?"
"Ling Shijie?" Han Bo was confused. What does this have to do with? The group was about to be robbed, and the editor-in-chief was still thinking about Ling Shijie's topic selection. This special cat is true love.
"He...he told me that he went to Yanning to grab a set of manuscripts. He just published an article two days ago about Yanning's management of Xiaogang. You also said that the article was very good and a full page was published.
" Han Bo said.
"Xiao Gang, is that the article about a peasant woman who committed suicide by drinking pesticide?" Rong Zhongwei remembered. There was indeed such an article. The text and pictures were sensational enough. He didn't remember it just now because he didn't remember it at all.
I didn't notice that this was written by Ling Shijie. After all, Ling Shijie is not a person with a sense of existence.
"Is there anything special about him?" Rong Zhongwei asked again.
Han Bo didn't know what was going on. Since the leader asked, he could only tell everything: "He is a person... his skills are not very good, but sometimes he likes to be a little clever, and he can find things that others can't find."
Angle. He always felt that he was not famous enough, so he worked very hard, always hoping to make some big news and become famous."
"Has he ever said anything about being eager for justice and loving justice?" Rong Zhongwei asked.
"I told you." Han Bo blurted out, "This is what his personal homepage says. How do you know?"
There were no such thing as blogs in that era. Many arty people liked to have a personal homepage and put their articles on it for others to admire. There were many editors and reporters in Nanjing Director who had their own personal homepages with various names.
Some are called Yijianmei, some are called Guo Daxia, and some are called Mei'an Watchers. Anyway, it's all about the literary youth. The name Ling Shijie gave his homepage is "Ji Gong Haoyi". There are also some posts on the homepage about how he petitioned for the people.
Of course, 80% of the stories are just bragging, and the remaining 20% are both true and fictitious.
Ling Shijie's personal homepage had very few clicks and had no influence at all. Han Bo had only seen it once or twice because Ling Shijie was his subordinate. He did not expect that the editor-in-chief would actually know about it.
"Where is he now? Tell him to come to me right away!" Rong Zhongwei was angry. It turned out that the word "anxious for public good and righteous" was really said by Ling Shijie himself. It seemed that he had really invited these petitioners.
Han Bo shook his head and said: "He is not in Mei'an now, he is still in Yanning. He called me the day before yesterday and said that he planned to stay for a while and make a big news."
"He has already made a big news, what other big news does he want to make! Let him throw away the damn topic and fly back immediately. The air ticket is not allowed to be reimbursed. Let him pay for it himself!" Rong Zhongwei ordered!
road.
"Yes!" Han Bo responded, and then asked timidly: "Mr. Rong, what happened to him?"
"Haven't you seen it yet?" Rong Zhongwei pointed outside, "Those people outside are all here because of his reputation. This bastard doesn't know what he is bragging about outside. People say he is involved in lawsuits.
No, they all came to us to complain to Qingtian."
"Ah!" Han Bo's mouth opened wide. He never thought that these hundreds of people were provoked by Ling Shijie alone. How big of a boast did this guy have to boast?
Damn, I have to let you, Ling, pay for the money clip I just took away! Han Bo thought angrily in his heart. (To be continued...)