Material Empire

Ling Shijie received a call from Han Bo, a little surprised. His previous article on the governance of Xiaogang also received praise from Han Bo, who encouraged him to stay in Xingchuan for a series of reports. Now that his second manuscript has been written halfway, he hasn't killed the young man yet, but Han Bo asked him to leave things in his hand and rush back to Mei'an immediately, which is a little strange.

"Mr. Han, is there something wrong?" Ling Shijie asked. The teacher in the newspaper was more fashionable than the director.

Han Bo replied angrily: "Do you not know what you did yourself?"

"I? I didn't do anything." Ling Shijie was even more puzzled. He stayed in Xingchuan well. He didn't do anything. Is it because her husband noticed that he was acting in a show with someone, and went to the newspaper? ?

Han Bo was too lazy to explain, and said a sentence: "General Rong said, let you fly back to Mei'an immediately, the ticket will not be reimbursed."

"This ..." Ling Shijie was waiting to ask a few more words. Han Bo had already hung up the phone first.

Fortunately, Ling Shijie didn't have no friends at the newspaper either. After dialing a few more phones, he learned more about the situation and knew that hundreds of petitioners occupied the newspaper in the name of a complaint. However, even at this time, he still couldn't figure out where these petitioners came from.

He bought his ticket from his own pocket, and Ling Shijie flew back to the provincial capital, then called a taxi, and hurried back to Mei'an. A colleague told him on the phone that Rong Zhongwei had been violently thundering about this matter, and his temper was as bad as a day. He was delayed for an hour, and his anger would be doubled when he returned. At this time, he still had no choice to consider the cost of transportation.

When he came outside the Nandao Group, Ling Shijie was dumbfounded. Is this still the proud South Guide?

I saw pilgrims sitting on the floor outside the door. What's more, there is a temporary shack set up with plastic cloth, which is intended to live longer. All kinds of garbage were thrown all over the floor. The wall was sputum-stained, which made people feel sick. Outside the gate. There are also many local residents who come to see the lively Mei'an. Presumably, the South Guide has become a scene in Mei'an these days. Among the crowd, Ling Shijie recognized many of his colleagues, including foreign reporters based in Mei'an, as well as reporters who came over from the provincial capital and other places. The so-called watching liveliness is not a big deal. In the past, Nandao watched others, but now it is his turn to be watched.

Ling Shijie remembers that colleagues said that these petitioners had come to him. He didn't dare to show his face. All he could do was take out a pair of large sunglasses to cover his eyes, and then put his collar up to cover half of his face, and then stiffly entered the door. Fortunately, after a few days of tossing, the petitioners are exhausted, and they are no longer in a state of entanglement when they see a reporter when they first arrive. In fact, there are not many reporters left in the office building. Everyone escaped from the newspaper under various names to save them from being smoked by various smells of sweat and foot.

very beginning. When hundreds of petitioners gathered in the Nandao Group, Rong Zhongwei also pondered to adopt a policy of appeasement, mainly to appease. He specifically explained that the group cafeteria prepared meals for the petitioners. Two boiling water supply points have also been set up. Unexpectedly, as a result of this, the petitioners regarded free meals as a kind of welfare. Instead of eating here, they also called for their fellow villagers to accompany their friends and set up a party in the south. Further on, the news of Nandao's free meals spread. Even the migrant workers at several construction sites in Mei'an rushed over to eat in a bus, while eating and picking too little meat in the vegetables.

Seeing this, Rong Zhongwei quickly changed his original intention. It is announced that free meals will only be served once and will not be served later. The petitioners have their own methods. When it was time to eat, they still squeezed into the cafeteria. The waiter must have a meal around the window, otherwise he will not leave. There are still some people around the Nandao staff who have already bought the meal, saying "poor and poor" in their mouths, or pushing a chubby doll in front of them, saying that the child hasn't seen anything bad for a week, please Uncle Grandma gave a sip. Nandao's employees are all cultural people. Where can they stand this kind of atmosphere, watching the spit of the petitioners fly directly into their rice bowls? The employees simply don't even want the bowls, throw them on the table, turn around, and leave. There was a cheer for food.

The work order of the entire South Guide was disrupted, and no one was able to work. Rong Zhongwei was helpless and called the police, but the police couldn't take these people. They said, they just came to sue, and used your toilet to watch your employees eat. Is there anything wrong? Isn't your southern guide known as the home of the people, we often go home and go around, why did we break the law?

The most annoying thing is that a group of reporters from other newspapers are also squatting at the scene. If the police dare to use violence, it will be a big news immediately. You know, Nandao has reported more than ten or eight such reports. Their position is always on the side of the visitor, and the police are always wrong. The people's government should allow the people to enter, and officials should talk to the taxpayers. These are the views insisted by Nandao. Now that the revolution has revolutionized itself, can they change their mouths?

Ling Shijie returned to Nandao when he was in such a place. Han Bo saw him and took him to Rong Zhongwei's office without a word.

"Well, our heroes are back."

Rong Zhongwei looked at Ling Shijie standing in front of himself, and sneered coldly.

"General Rong, I ..." Ling Shijie's sweat was all over. Rong Zhongwei was once a somewhat humorous person, but since he became editor in chief, his humor has been limited to leaders of the same level. For the most subordinates, that is, a few words of encouragement, this is the first time to say such playful words. It was also because of hearing the ridicule of Rong Zhongwei's extraordinaryness that Ling Shijie knew how much he was hated by his leadership, which clearly meant not to consider himself as a subordinate.

"General Rong, I really have nothing to do with this matter! Someone must be framing me!" Ling Shijie argued loudly for himself.

"Framed you? Why framed you?" Rong Zhongwei asked. "The crowd in the yard said you are anxious and righteous. Is this also framed by others?"

"I am anxious for justice ... I have paid myself gold, but it has been a matter of several years. Unless someone has deliberately turned it out, how can these petitioners see it?" Ling Shijie said, all the way Come here, I've been analyzing this thing in my head, so I have a good reason to say it.

Rong Zhongwei also thought that there should be a black hand behind this incident, otherwise hundreds of people would not appear at the same time. He once thought that maybe Ling Shijie wrote an influential article that attracted these petitioners. But after investigation, this section of Ling Shijie really stayed in Xingchuan honestly, tracking the incident of Xiaogang, and had not written anything else. If Ling Shijie lined up for his own hype, then someone must have framed him.

"You don't think it's your cause, can you prove it?" Rong Zhongwei asked.

"Yes, I'll go out and confront them now." Ling Shijie stepped out, and he wouldn't stand up forever without explaining the matter.

Rong Zhongwei also wanted to make things clear, so he took Han Bo, followed Ling Shijie out of the office, and came to the corridor.

The original spacious and clean corridors now turned into a refugee camp. The petitioners were sitting or lying horizontally. Someone snorted on the straw mat, some whispered in the corner. What's even more insane is that there are still a few stalls of mahjong. Everyone eats and touches, and they are having fun.

"Hey, fellow, let me ask you something."

Ling Shijie came to a man who was concentrating on picking his feet and squatted down to greet him.

"What's the matter?" The man asked.

"Why are you here?" Ling Shijie asked.

"Sue," the man replied.

"Sue you to the court, or go to the government, how did you find this?"

"Don't you know? There is a reporter in this newspaper called Ling Shijie, who is very capable. Everyone said that it would be most useful to find him to sue. No, I will come."

"Do you know this Ling Shijie?"

"Why don't you know it? I know it."

"Uh ..." Ling Shijie was almost strangled to death, Nima, Lao Tzu was squatting in front of you, you didn't recognize it, what else did you say? Out of self-defense, of course, he would not say that he was Ling Shijie, otherwise the man shouted a throat, and the petitioner would be able to put himself in an eighteenth look.

"Who do you hear that Ling Shijie has the ability?" Ling Shijie continued to ask.

"Everyone said that."

"Every ... then have to have a head, who said that first?"

"This, let me think ..." The man patted his head. "That day, I went to our county to petition, and the gang of turtles from the petition bureau said that I didn't make sense ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ can't support it. As soon as I went out, I met a few other old brothers who came to visit us. They told me that Mayan had a Ling reporter and loved us the most. "

"You're here?" Ling Shijie asked.

"That's not possible," said the man, "I know where Mayan is, and train tickets are expensive too. At this time, I met a noble man. He said he sympathized with me and was willing to pay me for the return trip. , Gave me 300 yuan, and then I came. "

"The petitioning old brothers, are there any other noble people, do you know them in the past?" Rong Zhongwei couldn't help but interrupt, he smelled a conspiracy from the man's story.

The man shook his head and said, "I don't know each other and I have never seen these people."

Leaving this man, Ling Shijie took Rong Zhongwei and Han Bo to investigate another seven or eight people. These people's statements are different, but there are some flaws in them, that is, a few so-called "experts" who do not know where they came from. Without the support of these nobles, these petitioners would not have come here to try their luck.

"Check!" Rong Zhongwei waved his hand. "Look up, who's framed our newspaper!" (To be continued)