"The matter is completely confirmed, and Director Xu doesn't need to try to risk finding out any news!" Li Fengzhu was constantly sweating all over her head and hands, so much so that she almost couldn't hold the phone receiver.

Chen Yanping only needs to listen to this sentence to know the purpose of Xu Xinqi's outing today. He couldn't care much more, so he hurriedly opened Xu Xinqi's drawer and hurriedly rummaged through the books inside. He snatched out the number book and put it on the table with a bang. In a daze, he slapped his forehead in frustration, almost crying out in a hurry: "Who will he go to?"

I saw Li Fengzhu holding the earpiece with one hand and inserting it on the turntable with the other, his body was tightly tensed, maintaining a posture of going to the battlefield to fight at any time. However, at the moment, where the enemy is, what weapons and equipment the enemy has, and what kind of offensive he is preparing to use, all kinds of problems are chaotic and clueless, and there is no way to talk about dealing with them at all.

Just when he was at a loss, Uncle Ji led a printing worker in the company and hurriedly ran in and shouted: "Quick, go and help, Director Xu is surrounded at the intersection in front of him!"

When Li Fengzhu and Chen Yanping heard that Xu Xinqi had not gone far, they first felt very glad that the situation was not too bad. Therefore, although he strode out to the rescue, the expression on his face was much more relaxed than before. They ran all the way, asking Uncle Ji and the worker Director Xu all the way why they were besieged. They can explain things, but they don't know why it's going wrong. I only know that a group of people came, claiming to be reporters from the Yongbao Press, saying that they were coming to the Ta Kung Pao Pavilion to have an ideological debate with the journalists here. Of course, these people knew Xu Xinqi, and stopped him on the street when he was about to go out on errands, pointing his nose and scolding him for being a traitor. The reason is that the headline published this morning only expressed half of the approval of Professor Jia Duzhong's speech yesterday in the Italian National Park.

Hearing this, a melodious bell floated in the sky, no more, no less, just nine times. Li Fengzhu counted with her heart, and with the last bell ringing, her face was shocked. They had already rushed to the scene of the siege, and three people from the Yongbao office had arrived, all of whom looked like new reporters.

"Nine, nine, it's too fast......," Li Fengzhu muttered, forcibly twisting his knees back, turning around and running home.

Chen Yanping, Uncle Ji, and the worker, because there were many people here, they were in a hurry to rescue Xu Xinqi, and no one noticed that she left halfway.

Li Fengzhu rushed to the attic like crazy, and the moment the key was inserted into the door lock, his whole body had already pounced on the door.

The summer morning light was hot enough, and through the window it shone directly into Li Fengzhu's eyes, and the dazzling light was so dazzling that she couldn't open her eyes. She rushed into the house by sheer feeling, and the man threw himself on the bed, hugging the two bodies, one large and one small. After a moment of calm, he burst into tears.

The hospital has no record of Iron Fist's deaths, which is a dangerous sign. And just now, at the same moment when the morning newspaper was freshly released, someone actually came to the door to provoke for the latest headlines. This kind of performance is very similar to the way the Iron Fist Troupe behaved before, and it was also such a morning, just after nine o'clock, the Iron Fist Troupe contacted Li Fengzhu and expressed satisfaction with her cooperative attitude. And she became more and more convinced that the Oriental spies had long been using the "patriots" to sabotage the patriotic movement. Perhaps, the theory of the reporter of the Yongbao is false, but the troublemaking is true. It is also one of the three major societies in North China, if the Yong newspaper is controlled by spies, then the Ta Kung Pao is ......

She didn't dare to think downward, and tried her best to hug her old mother and little son tightly, crying bitterly as if she had been reborn after a catastrophe. In the most difficult time, she has never vented the fear in her heart like now, and the six gods have no master. And at this moment, the great changes that she has suffered from losing and regaining and regaining have made her extremely sensitive, and she naturally rose up with all the grass and trees.

Xiao Rufu shrank in her mother's arms, and began to cry for no reason after being affected.

When Mrs. Li saw that they were all crying, her tears automatically flowed down, and she asked what was wrong while sobbing.

Li Fengzhu was already choked with tears, almost speechless, and trembled every time he said three words: "Now outside...... The head is not too ...... Ping, I ...... Seeing the Way...... Someone on it...... Trouble, trouble...... I suddenly ...... I'm afraid, I'm afraid......"

"I'm scared to death by you, you just kicked ...... Oops!" Old Mrs. Li was frightened and wanted to pat her chest to calm down, but Li Fengzhu tied her very tightly and broke free several times before taking the arm off her back.

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The conversation was divided into two ends, Chen Yanping was at the intersection, surrounded by three reporters from Yong Newspaper and a bunch of neighbors who came to see the excitement.

The most active reporter of Yong Bao was active in the press under the pseudonym "Guangming" and was a staunch anti-Japanese element. This person is from the treasure island of Taiwan, in addition to the enthusiasm to resist Japan, he is also obsessed with Chinese studies, came to Tianjin at the beginning of last month, and has visited almost all the universities of Tianjin Gate. His dynamism quickly made him famous in various groups, but he said that he was most proud of his identity as a journalist. As a result, everyone respectfully always called him by his pen name.

Guangming's southern accent was very strong, and it was not his own tongue that suffered the most when he was asked to speak official language, but those who needed to listen to him. His speech was originally as good as his writing, but his native dialect was useless in North China, and even often caused laughter, so when he was excited, he was prone to stammering: "Ah, you dare to question Professor Jia after studying emerging culture for two years? Professor Jia is a professor of economics, and he may not know the West as well as you?

Xu Xinqi couldn't help laughing: "I'm a reporter with a press card, don't I have the freedom to refute?"

Uncle Ji and several friends persuaded each other in unison that they might as well sit down and talk slowly if they have something, so that making noise on the street will lose the image of reporters.

It was Chen Yanping, who blushed first when he heard this, because he wrote the blueprint for refuting the manuscript of Jia Qianzhong's speech. He admits that because he often hears evidence from people in the student union, many academic activities are often due to Jia Duzhong's extreme line, which ultimately causes the opposite effect. So subconsciously, for this person, it gradually evolved from neutrality to opposition. Chen Yanping felt that he should stand up and take up the controversy caused by him, so he hurriedly raised his right hand, looked at the light and honestly admitted: "Actually, it's me ......"

Xu Xinqi shook his head at the same time as he winked, and hurriedly interrupted: "I can be responsible for the opinions published in the newspaper, I think our ancient civilization must be brilliant and will have a bright future like your husband's name." But the premise must be that we are no longer conceited, no longer arrogant, and we must not close the door to foreign exchanges. ”

At this time, two hands slammed into the back of Chen Yanping's head and mouth at the same time. He was slapped on the back of the head, his mouth was covered tightly, and then his ears were grabbed and dragged out of the crowd. His eyes were full of tears, but he couldn't even shout the word "pain".

"Fool!" Jiang Yiyao, who rushed over after hearing the news, put on the posture of a senior, complaining about Chen Yanping's honesty, but she was very satisfied with his simple character, "Don't mess up the situation, Director Xu must have experience in dealing with this kind of thing!"

Guangming is still arguing hard in his unique southern Chinese language: "Ah, are we still arrogant? We are all about to bow down to Western culture! You say don't be conceited, but you yourself are very conceited! Ah you don't have Professor Jia's erudition, so you should be cautious about seeking advice." Where did your theory come from, and what university scholar did you quote? You can't say anything about these questions, so why are you embarrassed to write like that?"

Xu Xinqi excitedly stretched out his arms, constantly trembling, almost shouting to explain to the other party: "I can have my own opinions and express them freely." We should indeed respect scholars, but we should not follow them blindly. ”

Let's talk about Jiang Yiyao, the reason why she arrived at this time was because she received a call from the member on duty. At the beginning of receiving the news, she was very confused about the cause, and she was just anxious, Xu Xinqi was a foreigner, and she was afraid that he would be oppressed by others in terms of appearance and momentum. He speaks with an accent, and although his brain spins quickly, he is prone to stumbling when he speaks quickly, which are his weaknesses. Therefore, he hurriedly got up from the bed, and ran to help with his face facing the sky. When I arrived here, I saw that the representatives of both sides were small, delicate, and slow-talking southerners, and they were almost evenly matched, so I relaxed and watched the development of the situation. She also found that Guangming liked to add a particle at the beginning of the sentence when she spoke, which made her naturally think of the old mother in Suzhou who lived next door with a soft and strange accent, so she couldn't help covering her mouth and turning her back and snickering.

Chen Yanping's feet were always standing unsteadily, and he took two steps forward for fear that Jiang Yiyao would not agree, so he took three steps back. On the pavement around his feet, there were dense and layered footprints left by him. He couldn't hold it back, so he pulled Jiang Yiyao to speak in a low voice, confessing that he was influenced by the people around him, and his evaluation of Professor Jia was indeed all the way down, and it may even be that the content he wrote was not objective when he was unconscious.

When Jiang Yiyao heard this, she solemnly told him: "You have not been on the job for a short time, and you should know that our newspaper must go through a strict review of every article published to ensure that there are no inaccuracies." But we can't guarantee that every word we say is infallible, because infallibility itself is a false proposition. It's good for you to be humble and introspective, but it's too much. If someone doubts it, you doubt yourself once, then it may be difficult for you to go far on this road. You must firmly remember that sobriety and independence are the greatest spiritual wealth of journalists. ”