"What is Xu Changlin's position? Does he support the distribution of this money to everyone, or will he stay in the village collective?" asked Xiang Bei.

Luo Jingchen thought for a moment: "He is very embarrassed in this position, unlike me, an old bone, even if he stands on this tricycle and is arrogant, relying on the old and selling the old, everyone can't do anything to me." He's different, he has a lot to think about, he has a lot to weigh and I understand him. ”

Although Luo Jingchen did not answer positively, the meaning of his words was already obvious.

It seems that Xu Changlin is in favor of keeping the money in the village. Everyone's differences have caused so many contradictions. Luo Fangyi added.

"What about the others? We got to the village and we never saw him. "Ask to the north.

"I don't know, since someone died in the village, Changlin has disappeared, and he didn't even say a word to the big guy before leaving. Luo Jingchen looked sad, the most important thing at the moment is to stabilize everyone and not have any more accidents.

……

Although he did not meet the village director Xu Changlin, the information provided by Luo Jingchen made Xiangbei feel that the trip was worthwhile.

According to the villagers, since the death of people in the village, Xu Changlin and the developer Weng Zhengchang have also disappeared overnight, some people say that the two ran away, others say that they were arrested, and there is also a theory that Xu Changlin went out and did not deliberately avoid it. It is impossible to verify which statement is reliable.

Coming out of Luo Jingchen, heading north and returning directly to the hotel with Luo Fangyi.

"Xiao Luo, after today's interview, do you have any new ideas?" Xiang Bei tested Luo Fangyi, first, to test the sensitivity of the other party, as a reporter must have sensitivity, and it is impossible to capture news points if you are very aggressive;

"Master, I feel that the more I interview the clues, the more chaotic it becomes," Luo Fangyi sighed, "The villagers have different opinions, and I don't know who to listen to now." ”

"yes, that's the problem, there are a lot of sources, but none of them are authoritative. Xiang Bei also sighed, there was enough information from Luohe Village, but this was only the words of the villagers, some of the information was valuable, and some of it was invalid. A lot of details still need to be confirmed from the authorities.

Heading north back to the hotel, I was just about to lie down and take a nap when my phone rang. Looking north, it was his wife Zhou Xuecen who wanted to video chat with him.

"Hello, wife. ”

"It's not my wife looking for you, it's my baby son looking for you. On the other end of the phone, Zhou Xuecen said in a long tone.

"Dad, when are you coming back, I miss you. ”

"Nuoyi, Dad will go back after finishing the work at hand. You have to be obedient and obedient at home, you know?" Judging from the video, Nuoyi's spirit seems to be a little sluggish.

"How's the progress over there?" Zhou Xuecen asked.

"It's a mess, but it's a bit of a clue. ”

"Be safe. Since becoming a family member of a reporter, Zhou Xuecen has gradually become familiar with the work rhythm of this industry - which type of interview is difficult, which type of interview is high-risk, and which type of interview cycle is long. ”

"What? Hurry up and give him medicine. ”

"I must have eaten it, I had a fever yesterday and it burned again today, over and over again. ”

"Let's take a taxi to the hospital. ”

"I've called a taxi and I'm dressing the kids. ”

……

Children are very special beings in this world. Before having children, Xiangbei's life planning was set around his career, but after having children, he suddenly felt that these were not important, children came first, and it seemed that everything he did was for children, which may be the power of blood and feelings.

After chatting with the child, he squinted his eyes to the north and gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, he took his wife and children to a forest, which was lush and full of colorful flowers, and from time to time a few unnamed birds flew overhead. Nuoyi ran happily, and Zhou Xuecen chased closely behind: "Nuoyi, slow down and run......" Xiangbei is holding his mobile phone to record this unforgettable moment. At this time, a python with a thick bowl mouth suddenly came out of the jungle, and the python opened its mouth wide, spitting out a letter and rushing towards the mother and son. "Be careful!" tossed his phone to the north and pounced on it desperately......

"Noyi!!" Xiangbei sat up sharply from the bed. It turned out to be a dream.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" mobile phone ringtones came from the floor. Xiang Bei picked up the phone, an unfamiliar number.

"Hey, hello, is it Director Xiang?" the other party's voice was very modest.

"I'm Xiangbei, who are you?"

"I am the deputy general manager of the land acquisition project headquarters in Luohe Village, Sun Xingjian. Your phone number from Mr. Qu. ”

Since the launch of the strategy of "moving north to the east", Hedong City has set up seven or eight project headquarters, most of which are based on sub-districts, and only Luohe Village has a single headquarters, which shows the importance that the local government attaches to the Luohe Village project. Although the headquarters are located in the streets and villages, they are of a very high level, and the members are both competent departments and related enterprises.

"Hello. "There is a bit of a circle to the north, deputy general of the headquarters?

"That's right, many journalists and friends are busy interviewing these days, and it's very hard. Mr. Zhang from the headquarters would like to invite everyone to have a meal tonight and comfort everyone. I don't know if you have time. Don't worry, I've already told Qu Changguo, the leader of the newspaper. ”

"Uh...... All right. ”

"Okay, at half past six tonight, in the Great Wall Hall on the second floor of the Xincheng Hotel. ”

"Okay, thanks, I'll be on time. "Hang up the phone to the north.

Xiang Bei didn't like this kind of social occasion. After working for a long time, some reporters have a lot of greasy smell: they call the boss of the company brothers, talk about the administrative hierarchy with the officials, and when it comes to interviews, they pick and choose and complain. Of course, there are also those who call it mature...... Sleek...... Xiangbei doesn't know how to accurately describe this group: one foot in the officialdom, the other foot is still in the literati stage, two-faced people with a split heart.

This kind of chat at dinner is also extremely boring, everyone is not familiar with each other, and the only thing that can be maintained is the social relationship behind the title. Therefore, after a dinner, awkward chats take up most of the time. Otherwise, use the anesthetic effect of alcohol to blunt this embarrassment.

Normally, a journalist should avoid any banquets when doing this kind of reporting, but since the other party has already greeted the newspaper leader, there should be no problem. In addition, Xiang Bei also hopes to take this opportunity to put forward his own interview request, and he needs to interview the land and resources department through the other party.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, Xiangbei sent a WeChat message to Luo Fangyi: There is a dinner in the evening, let's go to the banquet together.

Fifteen minutes later, the two came to the Great Wall Hall on the second floor, and in addition to them, there were seven or eight reporters waiting in the private room, some sitting on chairs at the table, some sitting on the couch at the door, all bowing their heads and playing with their mobile phones.

Luo Fangyi saw that there was an acquaintance among them - Fat Dong. Unlike the last time I saw him in the hospital, Fat Dong wore a formal jacket this time, which was very incongruous with his clumsy figure.

"You're here too. Luo Fangyi took the initiative to say hello.

"It's dripping, hehe. ”

"Let me introduce you to you, this is my master, to the north. Luo Fangyi introduced Xiang Bei, who was standing aside, to him, "Master, this is the fat winter I mentioned to you, uh...... His big name is Pan Dong, and he is a reporter from the provincial station. ”

Fat Dong took the initiative to stretch out his little fat hand and shook hands with Xiangbei with a smile.

After a while, a thin young man with gold-rimmed glasses walked into the room, and behind the man, there was a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby figure, combed his back hair, and a sportswear. ”

"I'm Zhang Tongwen, take care of me. The man squinted and shook hands with everyone, then handed each guest a business card.

Over the years of work, Xiang Bei found a very interesting phenomenon: in some units and departments, the two positions are definitely interesting partners, and the same is true for the two people in front of him, who complement each other in appearance, manners, and personality.

After the introduction, everyone did not mean to sit down, not because they did not want to sit, but because they did not know how to sit. According to the wine table culture of Bac Giang province, the main escort sits facing the door, and the deputy escort sits opposite the main escort, the right hand and left hand of the main escort are the guest of honor and the deputy guest of honor respectively, and the right and left hands of the deputy escort are three and four guests respectively.

Zhang Tongwen naturally sat in the escort position, and after sitting down, he looked around and left, everyone was humbling each other's guest seats, and the atmosphere was awkward.

"Well, I'll call the shots for once. Zhang Tongwen broke the deadlock, "Our media friends today are all distinguished guests, including Beijing, major media in the province, and media outside the province. If you are the guest of honor, please sit down with beautiful reporters from Beijing. As he spoke, the young man sitting in the deputy escort seat pushed the female reporter to the side, and the female reporter sat down half-pushing.

"As for the deputy guest of honor, please be the director of Beijiang Evening News, I know that Director Xiang can drink a lot, so you can be the strength of today's dinner table. ”

Hearing Zhang Tongwen's roll call, Xiang Bei was a little surprised, although he had contacted the command headquarters because of his work, he didn't expect that the other party would remember him, and he was named and arranged him in the position of deputy guest of honor.

"You've won the prize, I really can't drink enough, this position is too stressful. Moreover, this is the boundary of Hedong, in our own home, let's invite friends from afar to sit here. Xiang Bei half-jokingly excused himself. Of course, there is another reason, sitting in this position, wine is indispensable.

Although Xiangbei insisted on refusing, there was really no suitable candidate to replace, so he had no choice but to take a seat. Luo Fangyi also sat next to Xiangbei with understanding. In this way, everyone else naturally finds their seats.