In less than an hour, people from the Supervision Corps had arrived outside the office building, accompanied by five policemen from the Yizhou City Public Security Bureau.
The Supervision Corps does not have the power to arrest prisoners. Every major operation must be coordinated by people from the public security department.
When it was almost two hours, two people came in. The big man in the room said to the other three people: "Don't take the things and leave immediately."
At the same time, Chen Qingyun also sent out a signal. Seeing many people outside rushing toward the office building, the four people hurriedly ran to the backyard. Chen Qingyun each rewarded them with a chess piece and fell to the ground. Chen Qingyun just gently
If you hit the Huantiao point on the ground, it can be solved in a few minutes.
The suspect was taken away by people from the Yizhou Public Security Bureau, and the items in the room were moved onto a truck brought by the Supervision Corps.
Chen Qingyun did not live with the people from the Supervision Corps. He returned to Yizhou Hotel and had a few things to deal with.
When Jiang Ning saw Chen Qingyun leaving quietly, she felt bad in her heart: This man was really heartless and unrighteous, and he didn't say hello when he left. When she was thinking wildly, Chen Qingyun's handsome figure appeared at the door.
Jiang Ning rushed forward and said with choked sobs: "Brother Chen, I thought you left and never came back."
Chen Qingyun touched Jiang Ning's hair: "Xiao Ning, brother will leave tomorrow. I will treat you mother and daughter to a meal tonight. Thank you for your help."
Jiang Ning's mother also came over: "Xiao Chen, are you leaving tomorrow? We should thank you, or we should treat you to dinner."
"Don't say anything, let's go." The stationery store's business is mainly students. Jiang Ning can't cook until the students have left, so they eat very late every day.
Chen Qingyun took them to Yizhou Hotel. Jiang Ning felt a little uncomfortable looking at the luxurious interior decoration.
Chen Qingyun had already booked a private room, and the dishes he ordered were all of the highest quality in the hotel. Seeing Jiang Ning wolfing them down, Chen Qingyun felt sad for a while.
"Auntie, this is 10,000 yuan, consider it my reward for you." Chen Qingyun took out a stack of 100 yuan bills and put it on the table.
"No, we can't ask for your money." Jiang Ning's mother said firmly.
Chen Qingyun said without doubt: "Auntie, you must accept it. This is a reward from the government. Not long ago, obscene and illegal publications appeared in Yizhou, and they were sold to students in the small restaurant in front of you. I am the Provincial News Publishing House
The staff of the bureau are here to investigate and deal with this matter. Without your help, it would be difficult for me to complete the task. As for seeing a doctor for you, this is my private behavior and it is done incidentally. So you must accept this
Money." Then he took out a prescription and handed it to Jiang Ning's mother: "Your disease has been cured, but you still need to recuperate your body. You can take this prescription."
Jiang Ning's mother collected the money and prescriptions and said to Chen Qingyun: "Xiao Chen, I don't know how to thank you. You made me very embarrassed."
Chen Qingyun sighed: "I don't know that there are poor families like yours in the society. I think Jiang Ning is still young and should go to college. She just graduated last year and can definitely get into college. If you have difficulties or other difficulties, you can
Come to me, I will definitely help you find a solution, and I can also think of a solution."
He took out his pen and asked Jiang Ning's mother to take out the prescription and write down his name and phone number: "I still have things to deal with and can't accompany you. The house you live in now is very detrimental to Auntie's health. I suggest
You go to Chengdu and I can arrange work for you."
After Jiang Ning's mother and daughter left, Chen Qingyun returned to the old office building of the Civil Air Defense Office again. The upstairs was already dark, but the half side facing the hillside was still brightly lit.
Chen Qingyun raised his spirits and made his way to the fifth floor, where it was a mess.
After searching for a long time, Chen Qingyun found a business license for the office on the third floor. The name of the company was: "Yizhou Civil Air Defense Office Labor Service Company", and the business scope was: house rental, food sales, fruit sales, and health massage.
There is also health massage, this is really a strange company.
Chen Qingyun didn't think much, copied the contents of the business license, took some information, and returned to Yizhou Hotel.
Chen Qingyun's second major is economics, but he has never heard of a marketing model called "direct selling", which is the most advanced marketing model in the world.
If you can't figure it out, ask the experts. This is Chen Qingyun's creed. That night, he dialed Ye Chong's phone number.
After listening to Chen Qingyun's introduction, Ye Zhong said with certainty: "Qingyun, this is pyramid selling, which is an internationally banned marketing model. As for direct selling, it only emerged in the past few years and has been recognized by the international community. Direct selling refers to face-to-face and non-stop sales.
Direct selling is a method of selling goods and services at fixed points. Direct sellers bypass traditional wholesalers or retail channels and receive orders directly from customers. Direct selling means that direct selling companies recruit direct sellers, who sell directly to final consumers outside of fixed business premises.
The distribution method of products. But MLM is completely different from direct selling. MLM refers to the organizer or operator developing people, calculating and paying remuneration to the people being developed based on the number of people or sales performance they directly or indirectly develop, or requiring the people to be developed.
Development personnel obtain illegal benefits by paying certain fees as a condition to obtain membership qualifications, disrupt economic order, and affect social stability."
Chen Qingyun asked: "Then what should I do?"
Ye Chong replied: "You first organize the materials into a press release, and I will send the internal reference for you."
The people from the Supervisory Corps had gone back. Chen Qingyun was used to being alone, so he didn't care. He rented a taxi and went straight to Chengdu. He came by train, but he was annoyed by the slow speed of the train.
There are many cars on the national highway, and taxis are not much faster than trains.
"Master, look at that truck." Chen Qingyun pointed at a large truck coming towards him and shouted involuntarily.
The driver said dissatisfiedly: "What are you looking at? You are making such a fuss."
"There is a sign on the cab of that truck that actually says 'China Toll'. What's going on?"
"What's so strange about this? If you look at the cars on the roadside, almost all the cars have either words on the door or a sign on the glass in the cab. The truck driver is also interesting. He just did this trick.
It can be regarded as a satire on the privileged class of society." The taxi driver obviously agreed with the truck driver's approach.
Chen Qingyun paid attention to the passing vehicles. Sure enough, as the taxi driver said, most small cars are like this. Most of them have the same plastic plates as the trucks in the cab, such as: Police, Huaxia Metrology, Huaxia Environmental Monitoring, Huaxia
Forestry, Huaye Commodity Inspection, Huaxia Construction, Huaxia Land Supervision, Huaxia Health Supervision, Huaxia Family Planning. What’s even more egregious is that in the cab of a dilapidated double-cab tool truck, there is a sign with red letters on a white background that makes people smash
Tongues hanging behind glass: Environmental management in China.
Chen Qingyun counted, and within an hour, there were hundreds of such cars.
Passing by.
About two-thirds of the way through, there was a big traffic jam ahead. No wonder I didn't look at the oncoming traffic for half an hour. "You may have spent the night on the road tonight. It's really unlucky. If you make this trip, you won't make much money."
"The driver grumbled.
Chen Qingyun took out his wallet, counted three hundred-yuan bills and handed them to the driver: "You go back, I'll take you to the place."
The driver took the money and said: "How great is this? You are such a good person."
Chen Qingyun ignored him and said: "Thank you." He picked up his bag and got off the car. The driver shouted from behind: "Boss, find a place to stay. This place is still dozens of kilometers away from Chengdu."
After walking for more than ten miles, Chen Qingyun arrived at the traffic jam. It turned out that two large trucks collided head-on, blocking the entire road. The roads at both ends were full of vehicles. The police arrived, but the crane could not get in, and even the police car could not get in.
They were parked far away, and the police also came on foot.
The "Huaxia Toll" sign swayed in front of Chen Qingyun's eyes. He walked through the long motorcade on the national highway and noticed several phenomena: there were actually big trucks queuing up, and small cars squeezing forward desperately, especially those with various vehicles hanging on them.
Cars with different "status" were the most crowded; truck drivers kept silent, and car drivers cursed endlessly; the police were respectful to the car drivers who were in a mess, but yelled at the well-behaved truck drivers.
Chen Qingyun walked nearly ten kilometers from the place where he got off the car to the place where the car crashed, but it was more than twenty kilometers from the place where he got off the car to the end of the convoy on the other side. No wonder the taxi driver said he would spend the night on the road tonight. See
It will be like this in Laizhen. Those cars trying their best to squeeze to the front will be one of the most uncomfortable people.
Because he was walking slowly, Chen Qingyun walked for a full two hours before passing the convoy. It was already nine o'clock in the evening. When he let go, the trees on the road passed by his ears quickly. Occasionally, one or two vehicles came and passed by.
Only a faint figure can be seen.
Back home, Zuo Yu, Jian Ling, and Qiao Yue were already asleep. When they heard the noise, they got up again: "Master, why are you back at this time? Have you eaten?"
Qiao Yue did her duty very well. When she heard that Chen Qingyun hadn't eaten yet, she hurried to the kitchen to cook without any complaints.
After Chen Qingyun took a shower, he didn't feel sleepy at all. The words "Hua Xia Toll" he saw during the day kept floating in front of his eyes. Why is this? Where is the motive? Is it a kind of humor? Is it just for fun?
Unable to think clearly, the thoughts were unclear, and the mind for practice was gone. After Zuo Yu and the others went to sleep again, he came to the yard, and the sign that said "Chinese Fees" repeatedly appeared in his mind.
The traffic jam on the national highway came to mind again: honest truck drivers, cars driving around randomly. Why do they drive around because the police won't fine them? Yes, it's because of this sign, it's theirs
Identity, behind their identity is their power, the kind of right that gives them the courage to jump in line at will, speed at will, and run red lights at will. This is a kind of privilege. The privilege of trampling on public opinion at will is all concentrated in this small area.
on the sign.
The respect the police showed to the car driver was not to the car driver himself, but to the sign on his car and the power represented by that sign.
Chen Qingyun no longer wanted to think too much about why privileges were formed. The brand had already stimulated him and made him unhappy. So he turned on his computer and read a news commentary on "Behind the 'China Charge'"
Finish quickly.
That night, Chen Qingyun stopped practicing. He slept soundly, and the "Huaxia Toll" sign never appeared in his mind again, because he had handed over his troubles to the newspaper and asked the Hu family to come to them.
Go worry.
The next day, the press release about pyramid schemes was sent to Ye Chong, while the news commentary on "Behind the 'Huaxia Charges'" was sent to Hu Jialai.
As soon as he arrived at the office, Zeng came over and said, "Xiao Chen, do you have anything going on today?"
"No, what instructions does Section Chief Zeng have?" In fact, Chen Qingyun didn't know if anything was going on, because he was on a business trip for a few days and didn't know what instructions Maodong and Ding Liping had.
Zeng Zheng said politely: "Come with me to the Chengdu branch of Ziwei Daily. Their press credentials are about to be reviewed annually, and we also need to provide door-to-door service."
"Can you do it in half an hour?" Chen Qingyun has to ask Fan Jingqing for help.
On the day Chen Qingyun set out, Fan Jingqing also sent more than ten people from the Supervision Corps to Yizhou. He just wanted to see if Chen Qingyun could be effective outside the familiar environment of Yanjing. Unexpectedly, the Supervision Corps
Many people have not even touched a hair of illegal publications, but this Chen Qingyun quietly found all the dens, and not a single criminal was missed, and all the criminals were arrested and brought to justice. Could it be that this Chen Qingyun really has any special skills.
When Chen Qingyun knocked on the door, Fan Jingqing looked very happy again: "Xiao Chen, how did you manage to find out where illegal publications are located so quickly?"
Chen Qingyun didn't hide anything. From the old teacher of Yizhou No. 1 Middle School to the small stationery store. Except for the "reward" of 10,000 yuan and the treatment for Jiang Ning's mother, everything else was explained to Fan Jingqing in detail.
report.
Of course, the MLM and "China Toll" press releases were matters between him, Ye Zhong and Hu Jialai, and there was no need to report them to Fan Jingqing, because his status as a reporter for "Ziwei Daily" and as a senior counselor of the General Staff Operations Department were both
It has not been published in the S Provincial Press and Publication Bureau.
Fan Jingqing was shocked. What Chen Qingyun described was so logical, but why didn't other people think of this? He couldn't figure out whether it was Chen Qingyun's cleverness or the stupidity of others?
What kind of person is this Chen Qingyun?
Chen Qingyun left Fan Jingqing's office and knocked on Luo Yu's door, only to find another familiar person sitting here.