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() While countless people praised their employees in front of them, Rong Zhongwei didn't feel any pride at all, on the contrary, he was somewhat irritated. Alas,

Ling Shijie is not an important person. Rong Zhongwei doesn't know much about him, but at least knows that this person is not such a noble person, not to mention the ability to allow the governor to give face. Others said eloquently about how many good things Ling Shijie did. Rong Zhongwei understands that most of these are deducted. As for who is bragging for Ling Shijie, Rong Zhongwei can't guess. He thinks that it is Ling Shijie In self hype.

When a journalist is the same as running a newspaper in some respects, that is, he must both hype the news and himself. For example, it is obvious that a small civil servant stomped an old man's foot, and immediately apologized for losing money. You must be described as a powerful corrupt official who sent the old man's foot to the chop. Finally, our reporter stepped forward and exposed the incident to the danger of being beaten up by more than 800 inside experts, which only brought justice to the old man.

The hype should be, but it's a little too much to hype yourself to the point where everything is possible. Because of their own hype, hundreds of people from the south and the north rushed to the South Guide to find a complaint from the master of the sky, which was unbearable.

At this time, the traffic police came to Rong Zhongwei and Tian Yugao. He did not know Rong Zhongwei, but knew Tian Yugao, who was in charge of administrative affairs. With a hint of difficulty on his face, he said to Tian Yugao, "Director Tian, ​​are you doing activities? Can you divert the crowd or affect the traffic?"

Tian Yugao looked back at the road and saw that half of the road had been blocked. On the one hand, the editors and reporters of the South Guide could not enter the gate and stopped on the road. On the other hand, some petitioners looked at the road in twos and threes and pointed, which also caused congestion. He turned his head. Rong Zhongwei asked: "General Rong, what do you think about this? I have already persuaded them for a long time and told them not to block the door, but no one listens."

"This ..." Rong Zhongwei was also embarrassed. People who were able to run a complaint thousands of miles on the road were more or less paranoid. For such people, neither persuasion nor intimidation work. Letting them block the gate of Nandao, affecting the traffic in the city is not a matter for him, but outsiders seem to think that Nandao has done something furious and people blocked the door. This social influence is really bad. Already.

"It's really impossible, just let them in. Let the security guard control the situation and arrange for them to wait in the yard. Then arrange a few journalists who run social news to contact them, listen to their grievances, and then send them away. "" Rong Zhongwei explained.

If Rong Zhongwei can foresee the consequences of his decision, then he will not make an order for the petitioners to enter the courtyard if he is killed. As soon as the gate of the Nandao yard opened, the petitioners burst into cheers, and then, like the uprising soldiers who shouted "Ula" and rushed into the Winter Palace, rushed into the courtyard.

The petitioners who entered the yard were not so well managed. They entered when they saw the door, and sat when they saw the place. Eat when you see something. A large group of petitioners ran into the toilet to make it convenient, and the urinal was not enough. Some petitioners occupied the washbasin, took out toothbrushes and towels, and started to wash. They also smelled stinky feet and rinsed them, leaving a smell of salty fish everywhere. Other petitioners took instant noodles to find boiling water. After rushing, I squatted in the corridor to eat, and threw seasoning bags all over the corridor.

After pulling out enough food, the petitioners began to sue into the reporter's office, and no matter who they were, they started pulling a person and started to complain about their grievances. With a snot and a tear, his dirty hands poke on the reporter's body from time to time. The administrative office, the financial office, the computer room and other departments were not spared. A man with a scar on his face rushed into the cashier's office, and as soon as he entered the door, he knelt on the ground and wailed, scaring a few small-looking accountants and fleeing.

The security guards of South Guide were busy maintaining order, but the heroes couldn't stand the crowd. They blocked this head and missed it. The petitioners are best at crying, harassing, and hanging up. Whenever they are stopped by the security guards, they kneel and cry, and even the middle-aged woman with a vicissitude in his face clings to the security guard and drills. The security guards are big and small. After such a battle, one by one was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Under the protection of several security guards, Rong Zhongwei broke through the siege of the petitioner and entered his office. As soon as he entered the door, he heard that several telephones on the table were going crazy, grabbing and listening, all departments were asking what happened, why are so many petitioners raging in the group .

"You must appease these people, find a way to calm them down, and don't cause trouble." Rong Zhongwei ordered to various departments. At this time, if an employee quarrels and fights with the petitioner, it will not be accepted. If hundreds of people are smashed in the group, the loss will be incalculable. The petitioners all regarded themselves as a bad life, fearless, and even if they were called by the police to take them away, it would be nothing more than a few extra days of free jail for them to frighten them. But the Nandao Group is different. It is their own property when they encounter something. Who can afford such a game?

After explaining to all departments, Rong Zhongwei dialed the telephone number of Ling Shijie's editorial department, and ordered the director of the editorial department, Han Bo, to come to his office immediately, and he would ask the person who was in charge of the matter in person.

The editorial department and Rong Zhongwei's office are only two floors away. Usually, Rong Zhongwei calls someone to come over, and it only takes two or three minutes. But this time, Rong Zhongwei waited for a full quarter of an hour before he heard the sound of Han Bo knocking on the door, followed by the security guards and petitioners confronting Rong Zhongwei.

"Come in!" Rong Zhongwei answered.

Han Bo pushed in and came in. He was very particular about his image. At this time, his clothes were messy, his tie was loosened, and his face was aggrieved, just like how many strong men had just passed. When he saw Rong Zhongwei, Han Bo opened up in a crying voice: "General Rong, I can't stay in this building. There are seven or eight people crowded in my office. When I go out, people will pull a complaint. If I don't listen, I won't let Go, look back, I don't know where the money clip went ... "

Rong Zhongwei didn't answer him, but asked with a black face: "I ask you, what topic did Ling Shijie run during this time?"

"Ling Shijie?" Han Bo shuddered, where is this going? The group is almost ransacked, and the editor-in-chief is still thinking about Ling Shijie's topic selection. This special meow is true love.

"He ... he told me that he went to Yanning to grab a set of manuscripts. He just posted an article two days ago about Yanning's governance of small steel. You also said that the manuscript was very good and he sent a full page. Han Bo said.

"Little steel, is that one of the peasant women who committed suicide by drinking pesticides?" Rong Zhongwei remembered that there was indeed such a manuscript, and the text and pictures were enough to stir up emotions. He didn't remember this just now because he didn't notice that it was written by Ling Shijie. After all, Ling Shijie is not a person with a sense of existence.

"He, is there anything special about him?" Rong Zhongwei asked again.

Han Bo was unknown. Since the leader asked him, he can only know everything: "He is the person ... The skill is not very good, but sometimes I like to play a little clever way, and I can find some others can't find Angle. He always felt that he was not famous enough, so he worked very hard and always hoped that he could make some big news and become famous. "

"Have he ever said anything that is urgent and righteous?" Rong Zhongwei said.

"Sayed it." Han Bo blurted out. "This is how his personal homepage is written. How do you know?"

There were no blogs or anything like that in those days. Many arty people like to set up a personal homepage and put their articles on it for others to admire. Many editors and reporters of Nandao have their own personal homepages, with a variety of names, some are called Yimei, some are called Guoxiaxia, and some are called Mei'an Watchers. Anyway, how can Wenqing come. Ling Shijie gave his homepage a name called Ji Gongyi. There are also stories on the homepage about how he petitioned for the people. Of course, 80% of them are bragging, and the remaining 20% ​​are really difficult to tell.

This personal homepage of Ling Shijie has so few clicks that it has no influence at all. Han Bo is also because Ling Shijie is his subordinate. I have seen it once or twice. He didn't 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 furious. It turned out that the word anxious justice was really what Ling Shijie said ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ It seems that these petitioners are really He called it.

Han Bo shook his head and said, "He's not in Mei'an now, he's still in Yanning. He also called me the day before yesterday and said that he was planning to stay for a while and could make a big news."

"He has made a big news, and what other big news he wants to make! Let him throw the **** out of the topic, and rush back by plane immediately. The air ticket is not allowed to be reimbursed, let him pay for it!" Road.

"Yes!" Han Bo answered, then asked timidly, "General Rong, what happened to him?"

"Haven't you seen it!" Rong Zhongwei pointed with his hand outside, "The people outside came from his fame. The **** didn't know what kind of cows were blown out. They said he was playing a lawsuit, This is not the case, we are here to find Qingtian's complaint. "

"Ah!" Han Bo's mouth opened up the boss, he never thought that hundreds of people were actually provoked by Ling Shijie alone. How big a cowhide did this guy have to blow?

Madam, the money clip that Lao Tzu just took out has to let my surname Ling pay me! Han Bo thought indignantly in his heart. (To be continued ...)