In the early morning of midsummer, before the sun has fully risen, a heat wave has quietly hit.

Li Fengzhu, who had not slept all night, didn't care about the smell of sweat on his body, carried his briefcase, and ran all the way to his destination.

The steamed bun shop along the street had just steamed out a drawer of meat buns, and the aroma stumbled Li Fengzhu's feet in place. The proprietress here gets up before dawn to work. I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes, and I didn't even have the strength to sell it. But as soon as he saw a guest officer standing in front of him, he immediately came to his senses: "Madam, let's have two steamed buns." With that, she lifted the lid of the steamer and couldn't wait to stuff a whole drawer of buns in front of her.

"I'm ......" Li Fengzhu pressed his empty stomach and stood forward happily. Unexpectedly, this cage of hot air sprayed on her body, and instantly melted the crystals that had dried her hair countless times. The sour smell mixed with the smell of meat churned into her stomach, and she almost vomited herself.

Seeing this, the proprietress immediately changed her face and closed the steamer with a "bang", for fear that she would spit on the bun.

Li Fengzhu covered his mouth apologetically and hurriedly stepped aside.

The coachman, who was waiting here early in the morning to open, was a little overjoyed to see her tired and hungry. Hurriedly pulled the car over and asked, "Is Mrs. in the car?" I just wiped the car after work last night, and I haven't pulled customers today, it's clean." ”

"Go to ......" As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a wave of nausea, and Li Fengzhu climbed into the car weakly, "Go to the newspaper, Tianjin Times." Be quick!"

The coachman sang happily: "Okay, sit down." The pole was cocked high and it ran like a fly.

Because there were not many people on the road, the newsboy sat lazily. He put his head on the newspaper, closed his eyes, and dragged a long tone weakly, saying: "Sell newspapers and sell newspapers!" The students rebelled, seriously injured the teacher and fell unconscious. The principal cried bitterly in the middle of the night, so tiger, leopard and jackal, embarrassed to save the country. ”

Li Fengzhu, who was sitting in the car and napping, heard this, and suddenly bulleted, shouting "stop" in his mouth, and his feet had already jumped to the ground. Before the car could stop, he staggered to the newsboy, snatched the newspaper from his hand, and went to find the news he had just read.

"Madam, buy a copy! You see there's something fresh here-" The newsboy was awake and dozed off, and he didn't have time to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, so he kept selling it, "The secret story of the Haihe floating corpse case, the provincial chairman's family is infected with a strange disease, and he needs to absorb the yang qi of a hundred strong men to recover." ”

Li Fengzhu stared at his red eyes, the dark circles under his eyes became more and more gloomy, the muscles on his face began to tremble, and his lower lip was bitten white, and he couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

The newsboy didn't pay attention to her complexion, and just handed all kinds of newspapers to her eyes and peddled them: "And this, open the Luan Coal Mine to cut off the national vein, and the end of the Republic of China is not far away!"

However, the coachman, seeing Li Fengzhu's expression, unconsciously worried about the money for the car, pulled the car forward and whispered: "Madam, are you still leaving?"

"Let's go!" Li Fengzhu clenched the newspaper's hand into a fist, took out a ticket on his body, stuffed it indiscriminately to the newsboy, turned around and jumped into the car, shouting that there was an echo on the street, "Go to Lishunde instead! Arrive within five minutes, I'll add money to you!"

In response to this sentence, although the coachman did not eat a grain of rice, he seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and he threw away the newsboy who was checking the banknotes. By the time the kid reacted and chased after him to thank him, the car had already turned: "Mrs., Mrs., you are blessed with a long life!"

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In the elevator of Li Shunde Hotel, the West Cub held the dining car and tried to stand in the corner. As if afraid that this delicate delicacy would be ruined.

Li Fengzhu at the door closed his eyes and was silent, and his toes couldn't help but slap twice. When I came here, I couldn't help but feel that the German elevator was fast and stable, but today it is not, it seems that it is better to run fast with my legs. On the way to the top floor, many guests of this hotel inexplicably showed a kind of unusual diligence, from time to time someone pressed the button, and when the door opened, they were forced to retreat by the smell of sweat.

The small movements of these people covering their noses and retreating made Li Fengzhu constantly recall the experience of the past ten hours. At the scene of the fierce conflict, a group of unrelated people were involved in the fight, many fists flew over her head and shoulders, and her arms and back were attacked several times. The family members of both sides who were out of control tried to prove their innocence for their families, but in the end it turned into illogical abuse. Torn robes, tears under the lenses of glasses, debris scattered all over the ground, anger in young eyes. and, under the headline of the "Tianjin Times", the glaring "This News".

The elevator was easy to climb to the top floor, Li Fengzhu's eyes widened in vain, swept away Fang Cai's embarrassed appearance, and angrily smashed towards the door of the presidential suite.

The West Cub, who was pushing the dining cart, followed behind with a timid expression, raising his hand to stop her rough behavior, but his body shrank back several times.

"Hey, what's going on outside?" a male voice with a foreign accent came from inside the door, "I paid a lot of money for it, is it such a messy environment?"

"Mister Johnson......" The West Cub bent over, blushing, and kept glancing at Li Fengzhu.

"Oh, beautiful lady, you have finally appeared. When Johnson realized that it was Li Fengzhu slamming the door, the dissatisfaction in his eyes immediately put away. He raised his hand and brushed the few remaining strands of hair on the back of his head, "Come in, have breakfast with me." I barely slept all night waiting for your report. I've never woken up so early, have I, kid?" he smiled at the cub and stretched out his hand to invite him in.

However, the hungry Li Fengzhu was not moved by the food at all, she took out the business card she had held in her hand early in the morning, and handed it to Johnson's eyes: "Mister Johnson, standing in front of you is Li Fengzhu, a field reporter from the Tianjin Times, and you-" As he spoke, he took a step into the room, raised his hand and closed the door tightly, and his voice immediately raised an octave, "Please temporarily put down the identity of 'manager', stand in the position of the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, and tell me honestly, such a rough report is also worthy of hanging on the headlines?" With that, he slapped the freshly baked morning newspaper in his hand on the table.

Johnson spread his hands regretfully, looking at his expression, it was clear that he was fully aware of Li Fengzhu's menacing: "I like simplicity, but I have to bear the complexity. The editor-in-chief cannot live only on ideals, and once our newspaper leaves the overall coordination of the manager, we all have to drink the northwest wind!"

Li Fengzhu turned her eyes to the newspaper that aroused her anger, and the school conflict mentioned in the headline was originally the job she received yesterday afternoon. In order to find out the cause and effect of the incident, she did not rest or eat from the moment she stepped out of the newspaper office. When she only understood the superficial results, she also had the deep feeling that the current student generation was not as good as the generation, but when she took over the account from the student who caused the trouble, the truth of the matter had just surfaced.

The faculty member in charge of purchasing in the cafeteria plucked the feathers of the geese, and the number of dishes continued to decrease, and finally, in order to cope with the protests of the students who did not have enough to eat, they secretly mixed in moldy vegetables, causing many students to suffer from various degrees of poisoning.

These alone could not completely convince Li Fengzhu, who had been running around various interview sites all year round, she took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the back kitchen and found that two baskets of vegetables were smashed to pieces. She returned to the place where the fight took place and questioned students and faculty, most of whom told her that the conflict was confined to the cafeteria and did not spread to the back kitchen. So, how did the two baskets of vegetables suffer?

Later, she followed the army all the way to the hospital and asked about everyone's injuries. The principal's crying was what Li Fengzhu saw and heard with his own eyes. Coincidentally, the principal also came with "evidence", and these students seem to have become their unique label in school performance.

At that time, it was close to midnight, and most of the reporters rushed to the newspaper office, firstly to hurry, and secondly, because they couldn't stay up. Only Li Fengzhu was in no hurry to press the press release, and chose to visit the residence of the person involved in the incident alone.

Late-night rash interviews are naturally not welcome, and closed doors are predictable. Fortunately, there are still some students and teachers who are willing to talk to her in detail. The arguments that each word can be justified can be ignored for the time being. However, one student said that he had written an anonymous report letter to the principal, which was thrown into the mailbox and then disappeared. After a month, in order to find out if the letter had been delivered, several students discussed climbing through the window and entering the office. As a result, the letter was not found, but a wad of bills was found in a drawer, one of which had the name of a student written on it. After inquiry, I learned that it was indeed a mark made by the parents when paying the meal fee.

This clue is somewhat surprising, but there is also the possibility that the parent is used to making a mark on the banknote handed over to the school, and if so, the money may not come from the cost of the meal. However, the headmaster's drawer always has large bills in his drawer for no reason, which is always suspicious.

Li Fengzhu, who was already overworked, struggled for less than a minute, decided to strike while the iron was hot, and first found the parent who made the mark, and after countless persuasions, he finally got more conclusive evidence. The amount of tuition fees is not small, and it is inevitable that a bunch of gross bills will be collected from all over the place, and the parents will seal the money in the envelope, and the mark will be made on the envelope. The meal fee was paid once a month, and the amount was relatively small, so I didn't use the envelope, but wrote my name directly on the banknote.

After getting this rhetoric, Li Fengzhu has more direction on how to write the report. In order to further restore the original state of affairs, she endured her sleepiness and went back to school, waking up the porter with a good reward and asking him to dig out the register of sending and receiving letters.

Unfortunately, apart from official documents, the number of personal correspondence is marked in the register, and there is no detailed record.

The porter received a few yuan from Li Fengzhu, and when he saw that she was worried, and it was late at night, he went to the back room to cook a pot of hot tea and invited her to drink. When the door curtain was lifted, through the dim light, you could see bundles of old books of waste paper.

Yes, it's a school, and that's it. For teachers whose lives are still nourishing, if they are asked to take up space, not only can they be useful in life, but they can also exchange some money to spend when they are heavy.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Li Fengzhu decided to look for a needle in a haystack.