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"Looking for you?" Feng Wei'an glanced at his son, who was becoming more and more restless, and sneered: "It's really enough to toss, it's all gone to the United States......

Feng Yiming shrank his head, his heart was going up and down, and he said casually: "I don't know yet, maybe someone made a mistake." He really thought so in his heart, sometimes, no news is good news, if it was really Wei Jun's transatlantic call, Feng Yiming's intuition would not be good news, with Wei Jun's character, he couldn't do this kind of thing.

Walking into the duty room, the logistics staff who could not leave work on Chinese New Year's Eve reluctantly smiled, pointed to the telephone and went out.

Feng Yiming took a deep breath and picked up the microphone with shaking hands, please it's good news......

"Hey, I'm Feng Yiming. ”

"I'm Wei Jun, Feng Shao ......"

Wei Jun's words were gone in the middle of speaking, Feng Yiming clearly heard a noisy noise on the other end of the phone, and suddenly a harsh reprimand came to his face.

"Young Master Feng, do you have a brain in the water or do you have nothing to do? Do you know what time it is ......now?"

"Lao Liang, Lao Liang, give me the microphone!"

Yes, it seems that it is really not good news, Feng Yiming sat down and said loudly: "Wei Jun, let Lao Liang say it!"

"Hmph!" Liang Xing's anger did not subside, and his words became more and more ugly, "What do you want to do? At such a critical time, poke out such a big basket, who do you expect to help you wipe your ass?"

"What basket?" Feng Yiming vaguely guessed, this was referring to the articles about SARS on the China Broadcasting Network.

"Pretend to be stupid and stunned!" Liang Xing's voice sharpened, "You asked Nie Wei's kid to put those articles over, do you know how much trouble you caused?"

"This ......" Feng Yiming scratched his head, glanced at his father beside him, and leaned close to the microphone and asked in a low voice, "How much trouble?"

Liang Xing was annoyed by the boss's shameless rhetorical question, and was speechless for a while.

Feng Wei'an lit a cigarette and walked to the door, his face gloomy, it was really the impermanence of father-son ethics, when Lao Tzu guarded the door for his son......

Wei Jun took the microphone and whispered: "There has been a lot of noise in China, especially in Yangcheng, at the beginning, those articles were only on the Zhongbo network, and then they were reprinted in large quantities, and they were widely circulated on major forums, didn't you notice?"

"Uh...... I've been very busy with other things these days......" Feng Yiming explained hesitantly, in fact, after explaining that Nie Weifang had passed the three articles, Feng Yiming subconsciously avoided the Internet intentionally or unintentionally, and he really couldn't be sure whether his interference was a good thing or a bad thing.

Now it seems that I don't know if it's a good thing for the country, but for myself, it's definitely a bad thing...... Feng Yiming patted his cheek lightly and asked in a low voice, "You go on." ”

"There's nothing to say...... Wei Jun sighed helplessly: "The government currently has no targeted arrangements for the rumors on the Internet, and it was not until yesterday that the source was found. ”

"Is this in the past?"

The propaganda department asked Zhongbo to suspend its operations, but Nie Wei refused to agree. Wei Jun's words were full of weakness, "Anyway, Liang Xing and I are not in the country now, and we don't plan to go back for the time being, so they don't have ......."

"What about going public?"

"Hehe, hehe. ”

Listening to the dry laughter coming from the microphone, Feng Yiming consciously echoed and laughed a few times, pull it down! As far as the style of the propaganda organ in 2003 is concerned, it would be good if the China Broadcasting Network was not shut down, and if you still want to go public, don't dream......

"Then there's a lot of pressure over there in Yangcheng, right?" Feng Yiming thought of Nie Wei, who was very young and angry, and asked, "Did you make the final decision on disposal?"

"No, the above asked for a temporary shutdown, but Nie Wei was still holding on there, Lao Liang also called, and he couldn't turn back, it seems that he died after eating the scales, and I don't know what this kid thinks!" Wei Jun sighed and asked, "Then Feng Shao, what do you think?"

"I ...... It's not Nie Wei who swears that he knows the doctor. ”

Hearing the boss's such a flawed answer, Wei Jun was fine, and Liang Xing, who was full of anger, grabbed the microphone again, "Nie Wei was brought out by me, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour him, and you still told me about the ethics of media people, I'm sorry!"

"Phew!"

Listening to Liang Xing keep spitting out dirty words, even if he was unhappy, even if he knew that this old boy was referring to Sang scolding Huai, Feng Yiming could only listen hard, who let himself poke such a big basket, so that Wei Jun and Liang Xing's efforts for most of the year fell short.

"I told you a long time ago, I will operate a year or two later, I have to catch the ducks on the shelves, now it's okay, everything is ready and only the east wind is owed, you are good, and you directly lit a fire on the buttocks......"

Liang Xing scolded endlessly, "Nie Wei's kid kept saying that it was his own idea, and he decided to do such a big thing? He was also the apprentice I brought out of the provincial newspaper back then, how could he not know the nature of this matter!"

Feng Yiming only felt that he was wronged, although the final decision was made by me, but the matter was provoked by Nie Wei, and he only suggested it after checking the authenticity of the article.

"Give it to me!" Wei Jun couldn't listen anymore, grabbed back the microphone, and whispered: "Nie Wei, you persuade you, anyway, the matter is so big, the possibility of listing is too low, and we can accept the temporary shutdown of Zhongbo.com." ”

"I'm going to persuade him?" Feng Yiming was a little angry, although it was me, the boss, who caused the trouble, but now you want me to wipe my ass?

Wei Jun seemed to guess the boss's thoughts, and said with a smile: "Lao Liang and I are really not available, we just received a notice that the Chinese Consulate in the United States informed us to go over, and now we don't know if it's a blessing or a curse......

Feng Yiming was speechless, and he heard Liang Xing scolding and scolding on the side: "Still thinking about good things, don't dream!"

On the way home, Feng Yiming called three times, but Nie Wei didn't answer at first, and then turned off the phone directly.

Feng Wei'an glanced at his son who was in a hurry, a little curious, in the past three or four years, he had never seen him so panicked, what was wrong this time?

"Something's wrong?"

"Yes, big deal. ”

"Is it a big impact?"

"Great!"

"Heads or tails?"

Feng Yiming was stunned, turned his head to look at his father, and wondered if this matter was on the bright side or the dark side?

It's a pity that even if it is less influential than in the previous life, no one thinks about his own good ......

Looking at the thick night on campus, Feng Yiming really regretted it, this thing was too rough, too unsophisticated, too arbitrary......

"I'm so stupid, I'm so stupid...... Feng Yiming finally realized that in the tide of the world, he is just an ordinary person, not a saint, even if he has a moral purity that is beyond ordinary people, he must also have a choice to do things.