Guo Yang stayed at Feng's house until about 5 p.m. before taking a taxi back to the newspaper office. From Feng's house to the morning newspaper office, across the entire LC area, a distance of more than ten kilometers, it is very inconvenient to go back and forth, which strengthens his idea of buying a car.

When he returned to the newspaper office, Sun Fatzi was presiding over the regular pre-editorial meeting.

The pre-editorial meeting ended quickly, and all the press releases were summarized to the editorial department, which was assigned to several responsible editors by Zhu Jie, the director of the editorial department, and entered the publishing process.

Guo Yang went to the editorial hall and met Zhu Jie, the director of the editorial department. Zhu Jie is actually a very friendly and peaceful person, in his thirties, he has worked in the morning newspaper for many years, and he has nothing to say in terms of character and business.

But no matter how good a person is, many times he will inevitably go with the flow and see the wind and steer the rudder. Guo Yang is now in tension with Sun Fatzi, and many people subconsciously retreat when they see Guo Yang, for fear that the war will burn on them. Zhu Jie is naturally no exception, he only smiled at Guo Yang reluctantly, and then passed by Guo Yang, without saying a word, who knows how many eyes and ears of the fat man Sun are in this hall?

Actually, there is. For example, editor Zhang Ke, because of his pursuit of Sun Xiaoman, acts as Sun Fatzi's eyeliner in the front-line editing all the time. What are the editors and reporters talking about behind their backs, whether they are saying bad things about Deputy Editor-in-Chief Sun, Zhang Kedu will make a small report in time.

Guo Yang looked at Zhu Jie's back as he left in a hurry, and a trace of complicated brilliance flashed in his eyes. What he is going to do today, in order to fight back against Sun Fatzi, the "fierce action" will inevitably hurt Zhu Jie's innocent people. But he thought about it again, even if he didn't take advantage of this matter, Zhu Jie and others still had to bear the responsibility for their work mistakes, and he had nothing to feel guilty about - no matter what, their own work mistakes were there.

Of course, if it weren't for Sun Fatzi putting the knife on his neck, forcing him to have no way out and had to fight back, Guo Yang would definitely remind Zhu Jie or Tian Huize, director of the editor-in-chief's office, to avoid today's fatal mistake.

Guo Yang stood beside Zhao Ling, the editor in charge of the manual engraving, and chatted with Zhao Ling casually. At this time, the technical conditions are not up to the direct operation of the computer, so I can only draw the general framework of the publication surface by hand on the drawing paper, where the headline is and where the headline is - and then fill in the blanks according to the number of words in the manuscript to be uploaded.

Because there are so many artificial components, mistakes are inevitable. In fact, it is normal for editors to make mistakes, the key lies in proofreading, proofreading is irresponsible and does not check carefully, and it is not reliable at all to expect the department leaders and deputy editors-in-chief on duty to review and find mistakes.

Guo Yang glanced at the layout that Zhao Ling had finished, and saw that the headline of the Xinhua News Agency on the headline was indeed wrong to "Hong Kong Island will be better tomorrow", so he turned around and left without changing his face.

Guo Yang has been immersed in writing in the office. This is the task assigned to him by Yanzhang, to write a news documentary about the city bureau cracking the robbery and murder case of the Jianshe North Road Bank. At more than nine o'clock in the evening, his eyes opened and he smiled: "Xiao Guo, you're still busy, let's get off work, I'll talk about it tomorrow, and I'm not in a hurry about this draft!"

Lin Meimei also got up to pack her things and prepare to get off work, she glanced at Sun Xiaoman's back with disdain, leaned over and lowered her voice: "Are you stupid or not? Anyway, you have to leave, why do you have to work so hard? Don't write it, leave the manuscript to the person who takes over your class to write, and see what she can do!"

Guo Yang smiled and continued to write his own manuscript.

Lin Meimei pursed her lips and turned her head to leave. The eyes also sighed secretly and left after work. He was very helpless, this Sun Xiaoman was too far behind Guo Yang in business, Sun Fatzi had to get Guo Yang away for personal grudges, and he would have to be busy as a director in the future, and many big drafts could only be handled by himself.

Sun Xiaoman proudly carried her bag, and before going out, she touched up her lips in the small mirror on the desk with an RB imported Yuxi lipstick given to her by the editor Zhang Kegang who pursued her, and then went out with her head held high and closed the door tightly.

The office was empty, the ceiling fan above his head was still squeaking and pulling the broken car, Guo Yang touched a handful of sweat, and then looked up at the watch, and saw that it was close to ten o'clock, he knew that tomorrow's layout had all completed the process and entered the last link, that is, the printing workshop.

But there's no rush yet. He waited until all 200,000 copies of the newspaper were printed and distributed to every distribution point before he made a decisive move. It takes about an hour and a half.

Guo Yang took the time to make a cup of tea, opened the office door, and let out the stuffy air in the room. He stood at the door and looked around, the editors and reporters in the office building began to go home from work one after another, just in time to catch a glimpse of Sun Fatzi was also closing the door, Guo Yang poked his head out of the window of the corridor to take a look, and saw that Sun Fatzi's driver was starting the car downstairs.

Guo Yang smiled coldly, he is not an indecisive person, as a counterattack, he set up a fatal pit for the ignorant Sun Fat Man today, since he jumped in, then don't think about coming out again!

In fact, in the final analysis, Sun Fatzi is still guilty of his own sin. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have a heart of distraction in the past two days, he didn't pay attention to rules in doing things, he didn't pay attention to principles in his words, he didn't care about unity on his face, and touched the bottom line of editor-in-chief Zhao Guoqing and other deputy editors-in-chief, relying solely on Guo Yang alone, in fact, it would be difficult to complete this bureau behind the scenes.

Guo Yang returned to the office and continued to write.

At half past eleven, he left the office and went to the printing workshop in the backyard of the office building. The printing workshop has basically finished the printing and packaging of tomorrow's newspaper, and the workshop director Lao Meng is preparing to go home from work. Stacks of ink-scented newspapers piled up in the courtyard, and people from various distribution points soon came to pick up the newspapers.

Guo Yang made an excuse at random, and found a freshly printed newspaper from the printing workshop, and when he saw what he wanted to see, his heart was excited, and he had a certain impassioned and indomitable ambition to go into battle to kill the enemy.

Twenty minutes later.

Guo Yang stood downstairs in the building where the editor-in-chief Zhao Guoqing was located, looking up at the dark window of the east household on the third floor, he groaned slightly. It was already the middle of the night at the moment, and it was estimated that Zhao Guoqing had already fallen asleep, and the reason why he decided to come to Zhao Guoqing was that Guo Yang had weighed it again and again.

Only Zhao Guoqing can come forward to complete the net collection of this bureau, and no one else has this energy. Guo Yang has been with Zhao Guoqing for many years and is familiar with Zhao Guoqing's style, he can almost conclude that Zhao Guoqing will decisively use this matter to personally manipulate and launch a fatal blow to Sun Fatzi.

And the one who acted as Zhao Guoqing's gunman must be his henchman Tian Huize, the director of the editorial office. In fact, Tian Huize is also responsible, in order to minimize the impact of this matter on himself, Tian Huize must spare no effort to act in accordance with Zhao Guoqing's instructions.

One o'clock in the morning.

Tian Huize, director of the editor-in-chief's office, was awakened by the sudden screeching phone call at home, he cursed and got up from the bed, picked up the phone and heard that it was Zhao Guoqing, he was immediately startled, all the sleepiness was gone, and when he hung up the phone, a layer of fine cold sweat had oozed from his back.

A few minutes later, Tian Huize dialed the phone of Sun Fatzi's house, and waited for more than ten minutes before he heard Sun Fatzi's annoyed and sleepy voice coming from the phone receiver: "Who? What time is it, what is the call, is there something wrong?"

"Mr. Sun, I'm Tian Huize, I'm sorry to call and disturb the leader so late...... That's right, something is wrong with today's newspaper, and I have to report it to the leadership!"

Sun Fatzi frowned, and said angrily: "What questions can't be said until tomorrow? Tian Huize, are you in the water in your brain? In the middle of the night, let's talk about it tomorrow!"

Saying that, Sun Fat was about to hang up the phone.

Tian Huize hurriedly said: "No, Mr. Sun, the problem is very serious, and the leader must deal with it immediately!"

As soon as Tian Huize said that the problem was very serious, Sun Fatzi was taken aback: "What is the problem?"

Tian Huize took a deep breath and said in a condensed voice: "There is a typo in a manuscript......"

Before Tian Huize finished speaking, he was interrupted by Sun Fatzi angrily: "I thought it was some kind of, isn't it just a typo, what's the big deal, now at this time, the newspapers are all printed, what else can you do? Tear it down and start over? Who will bear the loss? Okay, that's it, let's check it again at work tomorrow to see whose problem it is, it's normal for typos to appear in the news, who reads the newspaper so carefully now......

Sun Fatzi yawned and deducted the phone.

On his way home from work, he squinted at three cold beers in the tavern at the door, and now he was so tired and sleepy that he couldn't lift his spirits at all. Anyway, the typos have not happened in the past, and of course they had to be revised if the newspapers were not printed, but now that the newspapers have come out, they can't be corrected.

All in all, Sun Fatzi didn't take it too seriously at all.

Sun Fatzi turned around and was about to go back to sleep, when the phone rang suddenly, Sun Fatzi looked at the phone of Tian Huize's house, grabbed the microphone angrily and shouted: "What's the matter with you kid?

Tian Huize said respectfully on the phone: "Mr. Sun, but if something goes wrong, who will be responsible?"

"I'll take responsibility, it's not your turn yet! Okay, that's it!" Sun Fatzi hung up the phone with an annoyed bang, and then ripped off the phone cord again.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The third floor of the office building of the Northern Morning News was brightly lit, and the door to the conference room was open, and the inside was filled with smoke. Zhao Guoqing snuffed out a cigarette in his hand, turned his head to look at Tian Huize and said in a deep voice: "Lao Sun's phone still can't get through?"

"I can't get through, and no one has answered. Tian Huize said softly.

Zhao Guoqing angrily slapped the table: "How can this be reasonable! Okay, Lao Zhang, everyone, since Sun Liang's phone can't get through, we won't wait for him, let's have a meeting first, because the problem is very urgent, and it must be dealt with immediately, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!"