Ling Shijie was a little surprised when he received a call from Han Bo. His previous article on the management of small steel had been praised by Han Bo. Han Bo encouraged him to stay in Xingchuan for a while and produce a series of reports.
.Now that he has just finished writing the second manuscript and has not finished it yet, Han Bo asked him to drop what he was doing and rush back to Mei'an immediately. This is a bit strange.
"Teacher Han, what happened?" Ling Shijie asked. It was popular to call him teacher in the newspaper office, which seemed more elegant than the title director.
Han Bo replied angrily: "Don't you know what you did?"
"Me? I didn't do anything." Ling Shijie was even more puzzled. He was staying in Xingchuan and didn't do much. Could it be that his husband found out about his affair with so-and-so and reported it to the newspaper?
?
Han Bo didn't bother to explain, so he said the next sentence: "Mr. Rong said, I want you to fly back to Mei'an immediately, and the air ticket will not be reimbursed."
"This..." Ling Shijie was about to ask a few more questions, but Han Bo had already hung up the phone.
Fortunately, Ling Shijie didn't have friends in the newspaper office. After making a few more calls, he understood the situation to some extent and knew that hundreds of petitioners had occupied the newspaper office in the name of complaining to him. However, even after arriving
At this time, he still didn't understand where these petitioners came from.
Ling Shijie bought a plane ticket out of his own pocket. He flew back to the provincial capital first, then called a taxi and rushed back to Mei'an. A colleague told him on the phone that Rong Zhongwei was furious about the incident and his temper was getting worse day by day. He had to wait longer.
In one hour, the anger he endured would double when he came back. At this time, he could not care about the transportation cost.
Arriving outside the Nandao Group, Ling Shijie himself was dumbfounded. Is this still the extremely proud Nandao?
I saw petitioners sitting on the ground everywhere inside and outside the door, and even worse. Some even built temporary shacks with plastic sheets, planning to stay there for a long time. All kinds of garbage were thrown all over the floor, and the walls were covered with phlegm stains.
, which made people feel disgusting. Outside the gate, there were many local residents of Mei'an who came to watch the excitement. Presumably Nandao has become a scene in Mei'an these days. In the crowd, Ling Shijie recognized many of his colleagues. They had
There are foreign reporters stationed in Meian, and there are also reporters who come here from provincial capitals and other places. As the saying goes, it’s not too big a deal to watch the excitement. In the past, it was Nan Dao who watched others, but now it is his turn to be watched.
Ling Shijie remembered that his colleagues said that these petitioners were coming for him. He did not dare to show his face, so he could only take out a pair of large sunglasses to cover his eyes. Then he turned up his collar, covering half of his face, and then walked away bravely.
Entered the gate. Fortunately, after a few days of tossing, the petitioners were already tired, and they were no longer in the same state of being entangled with reporters when they first arrived. In fact, there were not many reporters left in the office building.
Everyone used various excuses to escape from the newspaper office, so as not to be suffocated by the smell of sweat and foot odor.
At the beginning, when hundreds of petitioners gathered at the Nandao Group, Rong Zhongwei was still thinking about adopting an appeasement policy, focusing on appeasement. He specifically asked the group canteen to prepare meals for the petitioners and set up two boiling water supply points.
Unexpectedly, the result of this was that the petitioners regarded free meals as a kind of welfare. Not only did they eat here, they also invited their fellow villagers to invite their friends and held a party in Nandao. Later,
The news about the free meals in Nandao spread, and even migrant workers from several construction sites in Mei'an came by bus to eat. While eating, they were picky about the lack of meat in the dishes.
Seeing this situation, Rong Zhongwei quickly changed his original intention and announced that the free meals would only be provided for one meal and would not be provided later. The petitioners had their own methods. When it was time to eat, they still crowded into the canteen and crowded around the window to give way.
The waiters were not allowed to bring food, and they would not leave if they did not give it to them. There were also some people who gathered around the Southern Director workers who had already bought food, saying "poor and pitiful", or pushing a white and fat baby in front of them.
I was stunned and said that this child has not seen meat for a week, please give me a bite. The employees of Nandao are all cultural people, how can they stand such an atmosphere? Seeing the spittle of the petitioners flying directly into their jobs, the employees simply
He didn't even want the bowl anymore, so he threw it on the table and turned around to leave. There was a burst of cheers for the meal behind him.
The entire work order of the Southern Director was disrupted, and no one could do the work. Rong Zhongwei was helpless and called the police, but the police could not do anything about these people. They said that they were just here to file a complaint, so I'll use you.
Toilet, is there anything wrong in watching your employees eat? Isn’t your Nanjing University known as the people’s home? We often go home and hang out, so why is it breaking the law?
The most irritating thing is that a group of reporters from other newspapers were also squatting at the scene. If the police dared to use violence, it would be a big news immediately. You know, Nan Dao has reported on such group incidents more than ten or eight times. Their
The position is always on the side of the petitioners, and the police are always wrong. The people's government should allow the people to enter, and officials should talk to taxpayers. These are the views that Nan Dao insists on. Now that the revolution has come to them, what can they do?
Change your words?
Ling Shijie returned to Director Nan at such a miserable time. Han Bo saw him and took him to Rong Zhongwei's office without saying a word.
"Ho ho, our hero is back."
Rong Zhongwei looked at Ling Shijie standing in front of him and sneered coldly.
"Mr. Rong, I..." Ling Shijie was sweating all over his body. Rong Zhongwei used to be a person with a sense of humor, but since he became the editor-in-chief, his humor has been limited to leaders at the same level, and to his subordinates
At most, it was just a few words of encouragement. This was the first time he said such witty words. It was precisely because he heard Rong Zhongwei's unprecedented ridicule that Ling Shijie realized how much he was hated by his leader. This clearly meant that he did not regard himself as a subordinate.
means.
"Mr. Rong, I really have nothing to do with this! Someone must be framing me!" Ling Shijie argued loudly for himself.
"Frame you? Why frame you?" Rong Zhongwei asked, "The group of people in the yard keep saying that you are eager for justice, but is this also framed by others?"
"I am anxious for justice... I have paid tribute to myself, but it has been several years. Unless someone deliberately dug it out, how could these petitioners see it?" Ling Shijie said, he has been along the way.
Come here, I have been analyzing this matter in my mind, so it makes sense to say it.
Rong Zhongwei also thought that there must be a black hand behind this matter, otherwise hundreds of people would not have appeared at the same time. He once thought that maybe Ling Shijie wrote an influential article that attracted these petitioners.
.However, after investigation, it was found that Ling Shijie was indeed staying in Xingchuan, tracking Xiao Gang's affairs, and did not write anything else. If Ling Shijie's own hype is included, then someone must have framed him.
"You think it's not your fault, can you prove it?" Rong Zhongwei asked.
"Okay, I'll go out and confront them now." Ling Shijie was willing to take risks. If he didn't explain this matter clearly, he would never be able to stand up again.
Rong Zhongwei also wanted to clarify the matter, so he took Han Bo and followed Ling Shijie out of the office and into the corridor.
The originally spacious and clean corridor has now turned into a refugee camp. Petitioners are sitting or lying in various places. Some are lying on straw mats and snoring loudly, while others are sitting in the corner and whispering. What is even more crazy is that
There were actually several mahjong stalls, and everyone was having a great time eating and playing.
"Hey, fellow, I want to ask you something."
Ling Shijie came to a man who was concentrating on picking his feet, squatted down and greeted him.
"What's the matter?" the man asked.
"What are you doing here?" Ling Shijie asked.
"Complain." The man replied.
"I'll sue you to the court, or to the government. How did you find me here?"
"You don't know? There is a reporter named Ling Shijie in this newspaper. He is very capable. Everyone says that it is most useful to complain to him. So, I am here."
"Do you know this Ling Shijie?"
"Why don't you recognize him? I know him even when he is burned to ashes."
"Uh..." Ling Shijie almost choked to death. Damn, I'm squatting in front of you. You can't even recognize me, so why do you know me? Out of self-protection, of course he won't say that he is Ling Shijie, otherwise the man would shout
With his voice, maybe the petitioner can put himself in various ways.
"Who did you hear that Ling Shijie was capable?" Ling Shijie continued to ask.
"That's what everyone says."
"Everyone...then there must be a head. Who said that first?"
"Well, let me think about it..." The man patted his head, "That day, I went to our county to petition, and the idiots in the Petition Bureau said that I was unreasonable and couldn't support it. As soon as I went out, I met someone else
Several old brothers who came to petition told me that there is a reporter named Ling in Mei'an who likes to help us the most."
"You're here like this?" Ling Shijie asked.
"That's not possible." The man said, "I also know where Mei An is. Besides, the train ticket is also expensive. At this time, I met a noble man. He said that he sympathized with my matter and was willing to pay me for my return trip.
, gave me 300 yuan, and then I came."
"Those old brothers you mentioned who are petitioning, are there any noble people you knew in the past?" Rong Zhongwei couldn't help but interrupt. He smelled a hint of conspiracy in the man's story.
The man shook his head and said, "I don't know them. I have never seen these people before."
After leaving this man, Ling Shijie took Rong Zhongwei and Han Bo to investigate seven or eight more people. These people's statements were different, but there were some flaws in them, that is, a few so-called "noble people" appeared out of nowhere.
Without the support of these noble people, these petitioners would not have come all the way here to try their luck.
"Check!" Rong Zhongwei waved his hand, "Check and find out who is framing our newspaper!" (To be continued.)