When young journalist Zheng Zhongliang heard the task given to him by Editor-in-Chief Luo, his first reaction was surprise and incredulity. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Boss Luo, is this kind of gossip also worth interviewing?"

Editor-in-chief Luo was not as kind as usual, but rarely got angry, and said seriously: "The performance of our Northern City Daily is not as good as one quarter after another, and the leaders above have considered the countermeasures, thinking that our newspaper is not down-to-earth enough and has failed to keep up with the current trend. ”

"The Internet is what we need to focus on!" Editor-in-Chief Luo's spit spittle sprayed Zheng Zhongliang's face, but he could only nod yes, where did he dare to refute.

Dare to say half a word, Zheng Zhongliang firmly believes that the character of the editor-in-chief of Yiluo will definitely let him get out on the spot.

On the way to Tunghai University, the bus was crowded, Zheng Zhongliang was glad that he had found a seat by the window, and heard the hawker shouting outside the window: "Newspapers, ice cream, mineral water! and roasted sweet potatoes."

Looking down at your phone at a bus stop is a legitimate way to protect your seat, and it's a useful trick that Zheng Zhongliang has learned from others.

For example, old men and women who like to squeeze in the rush hour of commuting, or young women with small children, all disappear into the distant world beyond the screen of their mobile phones.

Zheng Zhongliang remembered the words of Editor-in-Chief Luo and searched for news on the Internet.

Fingers typed the keywords "Star Spirit Network" and "Elf Front" on the Nokia N95 keyboard, which mentioned the evaluation of Zhang Qiujin, head of the new star program of Huqi Company.

In an online news interview with the "Rising Star Program", reporters from Sohu, Tencent and NetEase asked Zhang Qiujin about the support standards of the Rising Star Program and Zhang Qiujin's own opinion, and he only gave one sentence and four words.

"As a leader in technology and thought in the industry, Huqi attaches great importance to innovation and is willing to vigorously support IT startups. Huqi will set aside 80 million yuan as the first batch of angel investment funds to help game studios or game companies that meet the support conditions. ”

The picture used in the news is Zhang Qiujin's stereotypical and serious face.

"As for the support criteria, I'll just say four words—"

"Star Spirit Network. ”

The reporters were in an uproar and talked about it, they had never heard of the name of Xingling Network. Where did Zhang Qiujin know about this? What kind of big news is he doing?

On such an important news release occasion, as the person in charge of the Rising Star Program, Zhang Qiujin issued a clear support standard to the name, which is unclear to tell everyone: I, Qihoo Company, is optimistic about this small company called Xingling Network, if you want to invest, hurry up and grab it from me, don't be polite!

How can there be such a stupid angel investor!

Zhang Qiujin is a well-known old fox in the industry, and he will never do anything untargeted. It's not easy to snatch meat from the fox's mouth. Now that the fox himself has released the news of the meat, no one will believe it if it is not for another plan.

Zheng Zhongliang has never heard of Xingling Network either.

Through a simple investigation, he learned that this was a network company registered in Fengjing City and had just been established for half a month. The registered capital is 5 million, and the legal representative is a young man named Wen Qianyi.

Zheng Zhongliang put down his mobile phone and muttered: "I am still a top student of Tunghai University......

The registered capital of the company does not represent the real assets, as long as you do a little bit in the audit process, the registered capital is just a random number.

But can the founder of the game company that Zhang Qiujin focused on at the press conference be a simple role? Zheng Zhong pondered in his conscience, not knowing what this student named Wen Qianyi looked like.

Probably like a high-spirited programmer like Zuckerberg, right?

In Zheng Zhongliang's barren imagination, he conceived the image of a programmer in jeans, with messy hair and excellent conversation, and then he himself overturned it and replaced it with the kind of young entrepreneur in China who wears a suit and always smiles.

Anyway, it won't be the guy next to you.

The bus had its windows open, but it was still hot, and people were crowded together, even in their seats.

Next to him stood a tall young man, his pale gray shirt taut tightly, holding on to the railing with one hand, standing steadily.

Zheng Zhongliang glanced at him, slightly jealous: "Another one who trains muscles into his brain." Of course, this sentence must not be spoken, and his figure is absolutely impossible to match this tall young man.

He put his phone back in his trouser pocket, deliberately placed it on the window side, and then zipped it on his trouser pocket, for fear that his phone would be burglarized. He thought about it, but still didn't think it was appropriate, and put the phone in the shoulder bag on his lap, in the innermost compartment.

Do all this, Zheng Zhongliang looked around casually.

The man!

A middle-aged man is wearing a jacket with two sleeves in his jacket pocket. But from Zheng Zhongliang's point of view, it can be seen that the middle-aged man's clothes have an extra hand on the lower edge, and he is slowly touching the shoulder bag of a female student on the left.

A glimmer of light flickered between the fingers.

It's the blade!

Zheng Zhongliang just wanted to give a reminder, but his voice was hoarse again. Journalists have seen too many examples in this industry, and it is not a commendable thing to act bravely. Many times it means life-threatening and untold troubles.

He vividly remembers the press release he was responsible for correcting last week. A young man saw the thief on the bus and shouted loudly to reveal the thief's intentions, and the thief was angry and stabbed the young man five or six times in the bus, but no one on the bus dared to stop him. The thief fled in a hurry and has not been caught until now.

The young man died because of a ruptured artery, and rescue efforts failed.

Zheng Zhongliang slowly lowered his head, pretending that he hadn't seen anything. To steal is to lose something......

After a while, the panicked girl cried: "Where is my money, this is my life-saving money for my mother's medical treatment, there are thieves, there are thieves!!"

The apathetic crowd was like a wall that didn't loosen until the bus stopped at the station again.

The driver did not open the door.

People shouted, "Don't waste time, open the door!"

The girl staggered and lost her soul, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a man's jacket with the pattern of a cloth pocket exposed, and hurriedly shouted: "My money was stolen by him!"

The man in the jacket was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly scolded: "Get out, don't bother Lao Tzu." Then she hurriedly jumped from the window, and the girl gritted her teeth and didn't care about anything, so she followed through the window, fell to the ground with unstable balance, and watched the man in the jacket continue to run away.

People looked out of the windows, but no one jumped out of the car.

Zheng Zhongliang caught a glimpse of the young man in the gray shirt who had just been spit on by himself reaching out to his trouser pocket and pulling out a coin, only to hear a piercing sound of breaking the air, a shadow flashed, and he didn't see anything clearly, only saw the posture of his arm retracted.

None of the people around noticed the young man's actions, and only Zheng Zhongliang had been paying attention to see the blurred movements.

His brain fell into a brief state of doubt, what was this person doing?

"The thief has fallen!"

The car door opened, and several strong men ran down, pressed the man in the jacket who fell to the ground, and then took out a flower cloth bag from his arms, which contained a thick stack of money. The ground was slightly stained with blood, and I don't know whose it was.

Zheng Zhongliang glanced at the time, there were still two hours before the agreed time with the interviewing student, enough to make another press release!

He also got out of the car, took out a voice recorder, and interviewed the group of men who pressed the thief: "I am a reporter from the Northern City Daily, and I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you for your righteous and courageous actions on behalf of the victims......

He noticed that there was no young man in the gray shirt in the group.

Sure enough, it's a flower shelf.

Zheng Zhongliang followed to the police station.

The police highly praised the heroic actions of these men: "Fengjing City just lacks good people like you!"

Then the old policeman found Zheng Zhongliang, handed him a cigarette, lit one himself, held the cigarette and asked solemnly: "Reporter Zheng, you are an eyewitness, I have to ask you about the identification of this thief's injury." I think what the reporter says is always reliable. ”

"What's the matter?" Zheng Zhongliang finished the complete interview with righteousness and bravery, and he was in a good mood.

The old policeman spit out a smoke ring: "I just got the news that the thief named Zhang Hongwei died, and he couldn't be saved when he was pulled to the hospital." The wound was identified as a small wound of about two or three centimeters with a sharp metal object penetrating the artery in the inner thigh, not a gunshot wound. I just asked these people, but no one said clearly, and there were no clues in the surveillance video. But this matter can't pass without knowing it like this, after all, it's a big matter that involves human life. ”

Zheng Zhongliang was suddenly stunned, the lightning in his memory struck him, and he recalled a crucial detail...... But he said, "I, I don't know." ”

"Oh, thank you. In fact, we are just going through the motions, and this Zhang Hongwei is also innocent. The old policeman smiled faintly, patted Zheng Zhongliang on the shoulder, and left the interrogation room.

Standing at the door of the police station, Zheng Zhongliang felt his head buzzing.

Dead man...... Metal penetrates, two or three centimeters of small wounds......

For some reason, he recalled the young man in the gray shirt on the bus. But he also knew that even if he told what he saw, no one would believe him, but he would get himself into trouble.

Zheng Zhongliang said comforting words that he didn't believe: "Forget it...... I guess it's dazzling. ”

He took a taxi and rushed to Tokai University, trying to make himself forget about the haze of seeing the dead for a while.

The driver saw him adjusting the recorder and asked, "Reporter, who are you going to interview at Tunghai University?"

"Zuckerberg. ”

Zheng Zhongliang told a bad joke that the driver didn't understand. When he got out of the car and came to the agreed Donghai Cafe, he saw a familiar gray and shivered.

That young man in the car?!

Wen Qian's eyes flashed with suspicion, this reporter can't have a problem with his brain...... How is it like, like seeing a ghost?