The work of the newspaper is always very busy, and when He Shengming walked into the office before 8 o'clock on Saturday morning, Lu Jianbo was already sitting upright inside, proofreading the manuscript. Lao Lu heard the footsteps, raised his head and smiled at He Shengming, and immediately lowered his head after saying goodbye and continued to do his work. Looking at his fascination, it was obvious that he hadn't just arrived, maybe he would arrive at six or seven o'clock in the morning.

He Shengming thought to himself that older people just felt less, and I don't know if God is using this way to make up for their regrets that they don't have much to do, unlike young people, who can sleep for more than ten hours when they turn their heads upside down, and they seem to be infinitely young, but if you think about it carefully, they actually lie in bed for half a day, and there are infinite chicken feathers!

He Shengming walked to his desk and sat down, put down his briefcase, and then took out a thick stack of manuscripts from his bag.

The blessing of Torin Guorong and Ding Shaoyi, he hasn't done anything in the newspaper office this week, but he still gets his salary, and he can still use his public time to do private work openly, "Demon Hunting Notes" wrote more than 20,000 words in one breath, and if he rushes to work today, he will be able to give Ding Shaoyi a job. 100 yuan for 1,000 words, 30,000 words is 3,000 yuan! A week's private work is almost worth three months' salary. And more importantly, if you do a good job, then you will catch Lin Guorong's car from now on, and it will be just around the corner.

- From this point of view, even if there are many bad memories between him He Shengming and Lin Guorong's demonic son, as long as the money is enough, he can go forward and kneel and lick the old forest, until one day, he has the ability to set up another mountain.

He Shengming poured water to make tea, neatly prepared the preliminary work of writing, and then, like Lu Jianbo, quickly entered the state of work. In the office of the director of the literary section of Dongou Daily, silence has returned to silence, leaving only an old socialist ox and a new lackey of capitalism, alternately breathing with the slight sound of breathing.

After a full hour and twenty minutes, He Shengming put down his pen and stretched.

He was in good shape this morning, and in a short time, he had finished writing more than a thousand words, and he thought that he was of a good standard, and his story and literature were impeccable.

"Lao Tzu has really not changed, he will always be so talented......" He Shengming smiled proudly, then leaned back, leaned back in the chair, and looked at Lu Jianbo who was still working hard with a little more sympathy in his expression.

If a person wants to achieve great things, it is really not enough to rely on personal efforts.

The Lu Jianbo in front of him is the editor-in-chief of the literary edition of "Dongou Daily", and in terms of administrative level, he should not be a regular department or at least a deputy department, and even has the title of chairman of the District Writers' Association in the eyes of ordinary people. is obviously so popular, and it is not the same as nesting in the building of "Dongou Daily" all day long, seeing Ding Shaoyi like a grandson, working several times more than socializing. At a glance, you can see that this old man in his early forties is like this in this life.

"Lin Guorong's way of living is called living. As soon as he finished writing a thousand words, He Shengming swelled up and began to fantasize about the picture that one day he would be able to sit on an equal footing with Lao Lin, "There will definitely be a day, Lao Tzu's level is no worse than Lin Guorong." At that time, if his son dares to force me again, I will slap him to death in front of his father......"

He clenched his fists and was about to pick up his cup to take a sip when there was a knock on the door outside the silent office.

"Comrade He Shengming~" Yuan Jiajie shouted while standing outside the door with a smile.

He Shengming saw the person who came, and immediately stood up in surprise, almost shaking out the water in the cup in his hand.

"Why are you here? How did you find me here?" He Shengming asked twice.

Yuan Jiajie walked in with a smile.

Lu Jianbo raised his eyes and looked, without him opening his mouth to ask, Yuan Jiajie politely greeted: "Hello Editor-in-Chief Lu, I am Yuan Jiajie, a college classmate of He Shengming, and I work in "Qujiang Nandu Daily". ”

"Oh...... Hello hello hello. Lu Jianbo happily stood up and shook hands with Yuan Jiajie, the sky was pitiful, someone finally called him Editor-in-Chief Lu instead of Editor-in-Chief Lu, "It's a classmate and a peer, it's rare." ”

Yuan Jiajie smiled, let go of Lu Jianbo's hand, and then walked up to He Shengming, and said with a graceful smile: "Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time." Today is an official business, and I have come to trouble you. ”

He Shengming looked at him for many years, but he still looked good, not to mention how beautiful he was, but he was better than a feminine junior sister, and he suddenly felt that this might be God who was going to arrange for him to be lucky. As soon as the front foot got the opportunity to be promoted to the upper class society of Dongou City, the back foot junior sister came to the door. Sure enough, people's luck has arrived, and they can't hide from good days!

"Don't bother, don't bother! You come all the way here, I have to be busy with everything!" He Shengming suddenly seemed to be a different person, and said with great enthusiasm, "If you have anything, just say it!"

Yuan Jiajie stared at He Shengming's eyes, raised her hand to push a strand of hair behind her ear, and whispered: "I want to be very interested in the children of Teacher Lin Guorong's family, and I want to find some information about the children and write a character report." ”

"That's it?" He Shengming was dumbfounded for a moment, and said with a smile, "This thing is simple!"

Lu Jianbo also walked up: "Xiao Yuan, you really found the right place when you asked about this......

……

Yuan Jiajie didn't expect things to go so smoothly, He Shengming and Lu Jianbo were not half vigilant about her, from entering the door to coming out, in less than an hour, she got a thick bag of records about almost all of Lin Miao's social activities in the past year.

Yuan Jiajie, who went home but didn't live at home, held a brown paper bag, politely declined He Shengming's invitation to dinner, and hurriedly returned to the temporary hotel under the pretext of heavy tasks. Entering the room, pouring all the materials on the bed, looking at the whole bed full of things, Yuan Jiajie couldn't help but feel a little excited in her heart. A seven-year-old child, no matter how good he is, will not receive such a huge amount of attention from a local media of the scale of Dongou Daily, right?

To say that there is no adult operation behind this, who can believe it?

Almost instantly, in Yuan Jiajie's mind, the title of this report had already been prepared-

"Artificial Prodigy: How Long Can Our Education Be Fair?"

What a gimmick!

Yuan Jiajie took a few deep breaths and hurriedly began to look through the contents of these materials.

Soon, she fell into further ecstasy.

First, I found a student assignment titled "Door", signed by Lin Miao, and the instructor Miao Xiaoqiu, I don't know who the character is. But if you just look at the content, this article almost locks the suspicion of Miao Xiaoqiu's ghostwriting, anyway, Yuan Jiajie thinks that even if it is herself, she may not be able to write such a thing, let alone a seven-year-old child - no, look at the time, it was last year, at that time, Lin Guorong's son was only six years old, and it was a joke to be able to write this kind of thing.

Then there are several reports about Lin Miao winning the grand prize in the district-level and city-level Olympiad and essay competitions, as well as winning the championship of the city's Chinese Chess Invitational Tournament. As for the prodigy deeds who skipped elementary school and read directly to junior high school, there is a special long article, which almost lists all the awards and honors won by Lin Guorong's son throughout the year, and there is one of them, which makes Yuan Jiajie can't help but sneer.

Composed the song "Insects Flying......

The song "Insects Fly" can be described as flowering in the wall and fragrant outside the wall, the tape has been released for half a year, and it is not very popular in Dongou City, but there are many listeners in Hangzhou, and the frequency of appearing in radio programs is not low.

Yuan Jiajie naturally heard it.

But now, the authoritative media in Dongou City told her that the song was written by a seven-year-old child.

insulting the intelligence of the masses, and not with such a thing.

That's a bit over-packed......

Yuan Jiajie took out her notebook, quickly wrote down a few key points, and then packed up the first-hand materials, and at 12 o'clock at noon, she didn't even bother to eat lunch, so she hurried out.

In the following day and a half, Yuan Jiajie carried the name of "Qujiang Nandu Daily", and visited Bailifang Primary School, Xicheng Street Office, and several places related to Lin Miao in the Children's Palace, and even the small dilapidated house of COSCO.

Through face-to-face interviews, in Yuan Jiajie's eyes, countless evidences are increasingly pointing to the same truth - Lin Miao's so-called prodigy is simply the result of Lin Guorong's reliance on personal energy to launch hype!

Lin Guorong is the honorary chairman of the Dongou Writers Association, is it difficult to arrange for his son to win a prize in the Xiaopo Essay Competition?

Lin Guorong is the deputy director of Xicheng Street, and the so-called chess invitational tournament in Dongou City was initiated by Xicheng Street at all, is it difficult for him to arrange for his son to win a championship?

There is also the Olympiad, although it is a little difficult to operate, but take a step back, even if Lin Miao won it with his strength, it can't hide the fact that he cheated in other aspects!

Not to mention, she also inquired that Lin Miao learned the piano for three days, fished for two days, and dried nets for two days, and because she was dissatisfied with the coach, she lost her temper and let Lao Lin change people, but she still couldn't learn well, obviously she was not able to complete some projects that required public performance......

In two days, Yuan Jiajie had more and more evidence, and the content available for reporting became more and more detailed.

But at the same time, worries began to appear in her heart.

Lin Guorong can be so windy and rainy in Dongou City, and what she has to face is obviously not just one person. No one is sure that if this report is really sent, she will be attacked by a crazy counterattack from the entire Dongou City, or even secretly framed.

"But I'm ...... I have the responsibility and obligation to expose the darkness of society!"

On Monday morning, Yuan Jiajie, who was so powerful that he actually touched Jiangbei Town, stood outside the gate of a compound, and the heavens and men in his heart fought for half a minute, and finally gritted his teeth and walked into the courtyard. After inquiring with the peasant woman who got up early in the yard to wash her clothes, she turned left and right, and finally came to a dilapidated old house and knocked lightly on the door.

The door opened, revealing a wary face.

"Who are you looking for?" asked the old lady of Lin Miao's family, pulling her face.

Yuan Jiajie squeezed out a smile: "Grandma, I am a reporter from the newspaper, and I have a few questions I want to ask you, about Mr. Lin Guorong." ”

The old lady stared at Yuan Jiajie and looked up and down a few times, and suddenly said angrily: "My son doesn't care if I'm dead or alive, and I don't know if you ask me." "With that, he closed the door.

Yuan Jiajie's eyes were quick, and she inserted her hand into the crack of the door: "Grandma, don't close the door first, if you have any grievances, you can tell me!"

The old lady opened the door half-pushing.

Half an hour later......

The old lady cried to Yuan Jiajie and complained that her eldest son was unfilial, although the younger son wanted to help her, but he was really powerless.

Yuan Jiajie took the note, and pretended to ask casually: "Grandma, I heard that the child of Teacher Lin's family is a prodigy?"

The old lady rolled her eyes and said, "What kind of prodigy is not a prodigy, it's all nonsense outside, don't I know my own grandson?" Ah Rong's son, he didn't even know a word in the first two years, and he wouldn't wipe his butt by himself after shitting, so he asked me to help him wipe it......

"Really...... Really?" said Yuan Jiajie's face with surprise that she couldn't hide.

This time...... It's really big news!