Li Fengzhu, whose face was pale, ran to the wall, grabbed two iron poles in his hands, and jumped into the air, and sure enough, he saw a group of people hurrying towards them with batons and spears on their backs.

"It's not good, the military police are here!" Li Fengzhu used all his strength to attract everyone's attention, and his hand pushed vigorously, and his body popped out in the opposite direction from a distance. When he stumbled to the ground, he didn't bother to look for the flying shoes, "Everyone quickly throw away the flag and disperse quickly!"

Ji Bingzhi was stunned when she heard this, it was too late to be annoyed that she couldn't keep her mouth shut at this time, and she had to find a way to escape.

I only heard Li Fengzhu shouting three times in a row, "The military police are here." Judging by her experience, reporters will be the first to record the march of the military and police with their cameras, which will inevitably lead to conflicts. This little bit of negotiation is the only chance for Ji Bingzhi to get out. Otherwise, once they are fenced off, many people will inevitably go into the classroom and squat for two days. Coupled with the topic just discussed, it is enough to become a handle, as long as one person can't stand the torture, Ji Bingzhi will be imprisoned. So, how should Ma Shouhua's case end?

Li Fengzhu went crazy and tore up the slogans of the students, desperately howling at them and asking: "No matter if you decide to study for the country or strike for the country, if you fall under gunpoint, how can you save the country if your life is gone?"

In such a chaotic scene, the first to sneak away were the interviewers and people passing by to watch the excitement, and there were also a few timid students who threw off their armor and squeezed out. The leading student is like an ant on a hot pot, unwilling to retreat in his heart, but no one who is bold enough can stand up and give the right words.

Li Fengzhu was angry, and ran to Ji Bingzhi while unbuttoning his clothes, and shouted at Jia Qianzhong, who had no master of the six gods: "This teacher, you are a teacher, you have to be responsible for students and parents!"

After speaking, her eyes suddenly lost their brightness, and the hand that unbuttoned it also stopped. Is her identity safe, safe enough to help Ji Bingzhi escape? No, I'm afraid it will bring more trouble!

"Wear mine!" Chen Yanping rolled all the way from the stone lion to the ground, randomly ripped off the new tunic specially made for the trial, and threw it towards Li Fengzhu's hand.

"Hmm!" Li Fengzhu, who reacted quickly, hurriedly covered Ji Bingzhi's head, buttoned a button in the middle, and protected her tightly with both hands, with one foot bare, limping to the side of the road.

With a very long, piercing whistle, a small black car with the back door open sped towards it.

Ji Bingzhi stuck out his head, and when he saw the license plate, he knew that it was a savior. In a hurry, he had no time to explain, so he could only shout "See you on the morning of the 20th", broke free from Li Fengzhu's arms, and jumped into the back seat of the car.

Li Fengzhu was empty-handed, first of all, she was happy that she could get rid of her body and mind immediately. But when the car was gone, I was worried and afraid. Is it really not risky to get on the bus without confirmation like this?

"Don't move, hands up!"

The military police raised their spears and slammed them at Li Fengzhu's back, knocking her to the ground.

"I'm a reporter!" Li Fengzhu fell to the ground and hurriedly took out the documents on his body.

"It's the reporter who caught it!"

The moment she looked up, the noonday sun pierced her pupils, so that she could not see the face of the person who was shouting.

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Fang Xiaorou, who withdrew angrily earlier, avoided this interrogation by mistake.

But at the moment, there was no joy on her face, and she took the news draft and stood outside the door of the deputy editor's office. None of the off-court plays were successful, and the plays in the court were not conducive to her performance.

In less than three days, the personnel news circulating in the newspaper office was full of ups and downs. first said that Fang Qian had a sudden emergency, and later learned that it was an assassination. thought that Tang Shubai had a certain responsibility, but unexpectedly he was suspected of being a more dangerous mastermind. If the matter can be concluded here, it will be an opportunity for Fang Xiaorou. It's a pity that he couldn't last one night, Tang Shubai could manage the affairs of the newspaper as usual, and his dream of promotion was shattered again. What kept echoing in her ears was her father's repeated admonitions, and this was indeed a person not to be underestimated. However, the realization that this person cannot afford to offend does not mean that he should be reconciled immediately. Until no one takes responsibility for the assassination, Tang Shubai's crisis will not be completely resolved.

Not near, not far. This should be the most appropriate way to get along, but it is not easy to do.

Fang Xiaorou carefully arranged the fungus of her white shirt, pulled her sleeves again, and pulled her shoulder line straight. Only then did he take a breath from the dantian to his chest, solemnly raised his hand, and softly bent his wrist and knocked on the door in a low voice, trying not to make the people inside feel that their work was disturbed.

Tang Shubai, who was looking at the documents with his head down, shouted "Come in", and his eyes were high, and he only planned to recognize someone. Unexpectedly, at this glance, Fang Xiaorou's face was not half hostile, which was an extremely rare situation in recent times. Tang Shubai's eyes crawled with a hint of an almost undetectable smile, and he couldn't help but close the documents in his hand.

It seems that as a boss, having a very tenacious survivability is the best deterrent to subdue subordinates.

"You don't have to be difficult to speak, I already have a general understanding of the situation in the trial. Tang Shubai lay down on the back of the chair, took a set of pen caps, and held the head and tail of the pen in each hand.

This kind of pleasant posture, from Fang Xiaorou's standpoint, is a great existential crisis. Who will he go to top the mess of the assassination?

Fang Xiaorou thought uneasily, so she missed the opportunity to reply.

Tang Shubai asked twice in a row: "Next, how are you going to write?

Naturally, I want to write like this, after all, this is Fang Xiaorou's best move, and at the same time, she is very helpless, this is also the only trick that can be used at the moment. But since Tang Shubai questioned in such a tone, it meant that he did not agree with it in his heart.

Fang Xiaorou lowered her head and bit her lip for a while, before replying: "According to my analysis, the emotional card should still work." Think about it, if we classify readers by assets, it is nothing more than three levels: high, medium and low. It is not difficult for them to guess the truth of the matter, but the more they have, the more afraid they are of losing, so most of them will choose to take the initiative to shut up. Most of the people below the middle level are not educated, and basically do not question my articles, and even if they do, there is no way to cause a large area of discussion. In terms of the actual situation of this part of the people, it is very difficult to turn over and rely on themselves in the second half of their lives, and there is still a little hope for their children, so the poor class is the most difficult to keep calm about the word 'unfilial piety', and they are most willing to take the trouble to crusade. As for those who stand at the top of wealth and power......" said with a contemptuous smile in the corners of their eyes, "they don't care about the shortcomings of these parents. ”

Tang Shubai lowered his forehead, and the hand holding the pen was under the bridge of his nose to hide a trace of ridicule at the corner of his mouth. For Fang Xiaorou's character who does not speculate for more than half a sentence, today's performance may be a little hidden. If she guessed correctly, Fang Xiaorou probably had a premonition that it would be difficult to complete the task on her own, so she had to babble on and on some ideas that seemed esoteric to reduce the negative impact of work failure. Moreover, it is difficult to say that this method was learned from Tang Shubai. He speculated on the mentality of his subordinates, and couldn't help frowning, patted the back of his neck again and again, and said: "I know it will work, but the form is too similar, and readers don't need to and won't consume the same content repeatedly." You also said that people who can be led away by emotions will not be too high-level, and they belong to the class that lives by breaking copper plates. Although such people are also eager to obtain information from the outside world, spending money on information is by no means their first choice. If we want to make a quick profit, we can't refer to the poor class at all. If you think about it again, if the old man has worked hard to get the investment for the newspaper and has made such a big battle, if in the end he only gets a result that barely recovers the cost, what should he say when he comes to the consul? Then, starting from the long-term goal, it is beneficial for us to paralyze the sober people to do things. In any way, subduing the silent middle people in your mouth is the most important thing. ”

It seems that because of the relationship for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Tang Shubai is doing things extremely hard and seriously today, showing Fang Xiaorou's judgment that she has never seen before. But his point of view was indeed impeccable, Fang Xiaorou could only raise her eyebrows helplessly: "Okay, I'll think about it again." ”

Tang Shubai raised his hand and flipped through the manuscripts that were ready to be published today, and asked, "How long will it take?"

If the manuscript wants to meet the requirements, it can only be overturned and rewritten, Fang Xiaorou stretched out her slightly tired upper eyelids: "This ...... It's going to take two days. Didn't we discuss the attitude of the consulate at the meeting, the new consul means that the trial is very public, so you have to be cautious about making up reports. ”

In the newspaper industry, there are few managers who can tolerate "day" as the unit of time, and Tang Shubai is no exception, but he did not reject it directly, but just shook his head and asked: "So, how do you summarize Ji Bingzhi's playing style today?"

Fang Xiaorou opened the shorthand book, looked at her scribbled handwriting, and repeated it unprepared: "She has some new evidence in the past two days, and then she ......"

"With the spear of the son, the shield of the attacker. Tang Shubai summed up briefly, and at the same time got up and sat on the table, put up a pen, stretched out his pen in front of Fang Xiaorou's notebook and knocked it twice, in order to interrupt the running account that seemed to him to be of no use.

The hands of the watch showed that it was just past one o'clock in the afternoon, and Fang Xiaorou looked at her wrist in a daze, and was greatly surprised. The end of the trial was nearly twelve o'clock, and the rights protection incident designed earlier could not be carried out smoothly, so Fang Xiaorou had no choice but to come back early to resume her life. As for the other peers, they should still be stumbling up on her serial schemes. In other words, she is one of the very few people who can take the real situation of the trial out of the courthouse within an hour.

However, how did Tang Shubai manage to be in the ears of people but still there? He is really a mystery that people can't understand!