Chapter 529: It's You Who Hit

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"Nonsense, black and white upside down, what kind of reporter is this, and the gangsters who are indiscriminate are not doing this!"

And when Zhong Lao also saw the report, his nose was almost crooked, and he scolded angrily.

It's not that the old man is not well-educated, but Huang Fan's methods are too despicable.

He touted Ji Fangzhen, a guy who was infected with the epidemic virus because of his own operation error, almost caused a catastrophe, and also took up a lot of medical conditions, as a hero, Zhong Lao can ignore it.

But he slandered Ye Feng, who had found a way to prevent the virus, saying that Ye Feng took his girlfriend into the epidemic area, and also said that he went to the mountains and rivers when the patient's life was dying, which made Zhong Lao unbearable.

What did Ye Feng do?

He risked his life to find an antidote to the epidemic.

The bear was blown out as a hero, while the real hero was discredited, which was unacceptable to him.

"Who's going to do it? When you're old, why do you speak so badly?"

At this moment, Huang Fan heard the movement and also walked out of the tent, and after hearing Zhong Lao's angry reprimand, the originally proud face suddenly became a little iron-blue, and he fought back unconvinced.

"Look at what you wrote, who told you that Ye Feng took his girlfriend on a tour of the mountains and rivers?

Zhong Lao paused his crutches, and he really wanted to make up this guy who made up nonsense and used strong words to break his head.

"The others are not here, who knows whether he went into the mountains to find an antidote, or took his girlfriend out to play......"

Huang Fan spread his hands and asked with a nonchalant smile.

As soon as the words came out, Zhong Lao was almost angry.

This guy is really shameless, he can scribble without knowing the situation, what kind of truth is this?

As a journalist, doesn't he even know that the first element of journalism is authenticity?

"Call your leader, immediately retract the manuscript, and apologize to Ye Feng, otherwise, we will hold you legally responsible!"

Tu Cangcang's words were cold, for a villain like Huang Fan, it made no sense to be reasonable.

"I'm only responsible for sending the manuscript, and it's not up to me to delete it or not......"

Huang Fan didn't care about the stall hands.

For him, as long as the number of clicks, he doesn't care if the content is real or not, and what happens afterwards.

Even if it's written wrong, it's just an apology, just move your mouth, is it possible that you will lose a piece of meat?

"You ......"

Tu Cangcang was enraged, and after staring at Huang Fan, he turned his head and looked at Luo Ping beside him, and said coldly: "Your Western medicine really opened my eyes today!

Luo Ping was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

Although he knew that one of Huang Fan's pens was very powerful, he still didn't expect that he could turn black and white upside down like this.

However, although the development of the situation was bigger than he thought, but when he thought of Ye Feng's discredit, he felt a burst of darkness.

"Principal Tu, Brother Zhong, I'm afraid the patient is dying!"

At this moment, Nie Lingfeng also hurriedly walked out of the mountain village, and after saying something with a gloomy face, he saw that the atmosphere was a little wrong, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

"Look at this ......"

Zhong Lao sighed and handed over the phone.

"Which king and eight lambs wrote this?!"

Nie Lingfeng's three corpses jumped violently, and all five of them were burned.

In this report, not only Jiang Yixue was written, but also said that there was a female officer who seemed to have an unclear relationship with Ye Feng, and that she had entered the mountain with Ye Feng.

Although I didn't go into details, the ambiguity in the text is well known to passers-by.

"Didn't I warn you not to wait until the epidemic is over before publishing a manuscript?

Lei Meng also questioned Huang Fan.

"I just promised you not to write about the epidemic, and I didn't say that I wouldn't write about other things. Did you see in my report that I mentioned the progress of the epidemic and anything like that?"

Huang Fan smiled disdainfully.

"Malegoba's!"

As soon as Lei Meng heard this, he knew that he had fallen for this scheme, and said angrily: "Lao Tzu beat you to death!"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to slap Huang Fan twice.

"Everyone can see clearly, the soldiers have beaten people!"

As soon as he saw his movements, Huang Fan took out his mobile phone and prepared to record a video.

Lei Meng had just swung half of his fist out before he retracted it.

He knew that if he really beat Huang Fan, according to the manipulation of this thing, he would really get the video on the Internet.

He is a soldier, and he must not discredit this military uniform on his body and his comrades.

But this feeling of having nowhere to vent his anger really made him very unhappy.

"Who saw the soldiers' beatings? Who testified to you?"

But at this moment, not far away, there was a sudden laughing banter.

"I ......"

Luo Ping was about to open his mouth habitually, but two sounds of breaking the air flew in.

Bang!

Immediately after, he fell to the ground in the dark.

And the mobile phone Huang Fan was holding in his hand also had a hole in the middle, emitting green smoke.

Not far on the ground, there were two bluestones rolling, apparently caused by this thing.

"Ye Feng!"

Tu Cangcang heard the sound, turned his head and shouted in surprise when the voice came from.

Lei Meng also turned his head and looked at Ye Feng with great joy.

"Commander Lei, you're waiting for a while, I'll open my eyes if I can't say it!"

After squeezing his eyes at Lei, Ye Feng reached out and covered his eyes.

"It's so blue today! Look at that cloud, it looks like a marshmallow!"

Seeing his movements, Tu Cangcang, Zhong Lao, Nie Lingfeng and others looked at each other and smiled, and tacitly turned their heads to look at the sky that was already cloudy at this time, and sighed while watching.

"Hey......

Seeing this, Lei Meng rolled up his sleeves, stared at Huang Fan, and smiled like a big bad wolf.

"You can't hit me, I'm a journalist, you're a soldier, a soldier can't hit someone!"

The mobile phone shattered, and Huang Fan was as frightened as a little sheep, trembling.

"Reporter, I think you're a prostitute!"

Lei Meng didn't say a word, he punched Huang Fan's eye socket, and after beating this thing to the point of gold stars, he sneered: "Besides, who said that I beat you? Who saw it? Who will testify to you?"

"We didn't see it, we didn't hear ......"

Tu Cangcang and the others were playful and shook their heads busily.

"You ...... You bully people......"

Huang Fan choked up, and he was about to cry.

These people are so bad that they have clearly seen the truth, how can they say that they have not seen it? How can they reverse black and white?

Bang!

Lei Meng laughed, hugged Huang Fan's head, knocked the thing into a knee lift and even vomited bile, and after turning around on the ground a few times with his stomach, he kicked his legs and fainted.

"Ye Feng ......"

Hearing the movement, Tu Cangcang turned his head to look at Ye Feng, wanting to tell him the current situation.

"Needless to say, I just heard it all. โ€

Ye Feng raised his hand, interrupted Tu Cangcang's words, and said in a deep voice: "Enter the village, I want to save people as soon as possible!"