Mo Chunshan was stunned, took the phone, and put it to his ear.

The crying on the other end of the phone made him frown, and he hung up the phone dozens of seconds later, with a rare tiredness on his face.

He got up and walked to the window, crossed his arms and silently looked at the traffic and crowd on the street downstairs, turned his back to Caijia and said, "Cancel the plan to go to Funan tomorrow, and give me and Qianyang a flight to Shanghai at noon, I have something urgent." ”

Cai Jia didn't know what to do, and when she saw Meng Qianyang's mouth shape silently comparing with her, she knew it in her heart.

The boss's family affairs can't be said, let alone asked.

She hurriedly walked out of the office and instructed her assistant Xiaotong to help Mo Chunshan and Meng Qianyang book air tickets.

At half past ten in the morning, Black Yazhi drove out of the underground parking lot of Tongcheng Building, turned a corner at the end of the road, blended into the surging traffic in the city center, and drove in the direction of the airport.

The morning rush hour has passed, but there is still some congestion to go to Jiangbei Airport through the road in the center of the city.

Half an hour later, the car was stuck in traffic on the bridge across the river.

Mo Chunshan looked out the window without saying a word from the time he got in the car, thinking about things all the time in his head.

The sudden situation in the Shanghai market made him a little inexplicably anxious, and he found that he seemed to have missed a lot of key information.

The most important thing is that ignoring the movement of the old mansion has made it such a passive situation today.

Mo Chunshan was still thinking about what to do next, when suddenly a car flashed in front of him.

There was a traffic jam, and everyone else lined up in an orderly manner, but the car was rampage and jammed everywhere, not following the rules at all, and riding in the dust from the emergency lane.

Thinking about the picture he had just seen, Mo Chunshan's pupils involuntarily contracted.

The license plate was completely unfamiliar, he had never seen it before, but the characteristics of the car were clearly the ones he had seen before.

The car was dirtier than it had been a few days before, but the marks on the windshield in front were so obvious.

There is also an explosion-proof film on the car window, and the darkness is also the same.

Mo Chunshan frowned, and the Passat he saw at the door of the funeral home and hospital came to his mind.

There is no doubt that these three cars with different license plate numbers are actually the same car.

He knew that he had an extraordinary memory and rarely made mistakes, so in just a few days, he came across this car again and again, why?

A strange feeling crossed his heart, and he couldn't help but think of that bright and fair face.

The first two occasions when this car appeared, there was her.

In the next second, he instructed Meng Qianyang: "The person who made you stare at a few days ago, how is the situation now?"

Meng Qianyang didn't have to drive this time, and immediately dialed the phone to confirm when he sat in the co-pilot.

After a brief Q&A, he replied: "There's nothing wrong with her, no one is looking for her, she hasn't gone to anyone, she's been busy looking for a job these days." ”

Mo Chunshan listened to his answer, and his heart was a little relieved.

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The hour hand on the wall pointed to eleven o'clock, and Yu Wei'an looked at the manuscript in his hand, his face getting darker and darker.

But four or five pages, he read word by word, and read them for more than half an hour.

And He Wan'er also sat in front of him for half an hour.

She didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and sat down peacefully, waiting for Yu Wei'an to speak.

"He Wan'er!" Yu Wei'an finally raised his head and asked word by word, "Do you know what you're doing?"

"Of course I do," she smiled, "it's my job as a journalist." ”

"But I think you think you think you're a policeman," he said, taking a deep breath and suppressing his emotions, "just these unwarranted things, and your own wild imagination, aimed directly at the rich in Shanghai." Do you think you're stupid, or am I stupid? Or are the bosses of the group stupid enough to get this thing out?"

"Whether it is unfounded or not, the editor-in-chief should have a judgment. He Guaner replied indifferently, "Whether it is the print media or the current new media, if they are forced by power and no one speaks up for the truth, then the so-called uncrowned king of reporters is well deserved." ”

Yu Wei'an slapped the table heavily: "Do you think you have professional ethics? He Wan'er, please take a long brain! In short, this manuscript is not good! The whole article is your subjective assumption, unless you have more powerful evidence to convince me, or there is an official report from the police, otherwise, your article will not be reported in the newspaper, and it will not be able to enter the approval process at all." ”

He Wan'er replied dryly: "Okay." ”

Now it was Yu Wei'an's turn to be surprised: "What did you say?"

Then he stared at her, with undisguised defensiveness in his eyes: "What the hell are you thinking about?"

"No," she smiled, "there was no approval process in the first place, and I had already sent things to the editor-in-chief of each column before I came to the editor-in-chief." I also invited them to come to the conference room at one o'clock during their lunch break and make some revisions to my manuscript. ”

Yu Wei'an was furious, stood up and wanted to throw the pen holder in front of her in her face.

He already knew that He Guan'er had the audacity to think and dare to do it, but the problem was that he didn't expect that He Guan'er would cut it first and then send out something that would cause an uproar before he got his approval.

Fortunately, it is only on a small scale, and things are still under control.

"He Wan'er! Do you really think of yourself as some kind of uncrowned king? Can you have some professional ethics? Can you not be stupid?"

Yu Wei'an was rarely angry. He really didn't expect He Guan'er to be so bold and send that ridiculous manuscript to everyone present without his permission, in a vain attempt to use the so-called democratic voting mechanism to poke a basket in the editor-in-chief's review mechanism.

No, he would never allow it – not only because it violated the basic principles of journalism, but also because it would have devastating consequences for He Waner himself.

If she can achieve her expected goal, of course, it is good, but if she can't achieve it, not only will the newspaper suffer, but it is also difficult to say what will happen to He Waner.

Even if you have a career, you may not even be able to guarantee your personal safety.

And what he is more worried about is that if He Guaner's article is really not groundless, if the other party she is pointing at is really money laundering, then He Guaner is against a huge interest group.

His thoughts were racing when he heard someone knocking on the office door.

Yu Wei calmed down and said in a deep voice, "Please come in." ”

A small crack opened in the door, and a delicate and dignified face appeared in front of him.

Nie Yun first looked at Yu Wei'an, and then saw He Wan'er, and the corners of her mouth provoked a smile: "Yo, it's all there." Editor-in-Chief He, it seems that you are going to do something big today. I'm talking to the editor-in-chief about it. ”

She entered the door, turned around and closed the door, and said unhurriedly: "It's really novel, I have never seen anything like this in all my years at the newspaper." I recommend you to write detective novels, which are definitely more promising than if you were nested in the financial sector. ”

He Wan'er didn't move, no matter what she said, she just looked at Yu Wei'an, and her eyes never moved slightly.