Listening to countless people praising their employees in front of him, Rong Zhongwei did not feel a little proud, but on the contrary, he was a little angry.

Ling Shijie is not an important person, Rong Zhongwei doesn't know much about him, but at least he knows that this guy is not such a noble person, let alone has the ability to make the governor have to give face. People say that Ling Shijie has done many good things, Rong Zhongwei understands that most of them are deduced, as for who is helping Ling Shijie brag, Rong Zhongwei can't guess, he thinks that nine times out of ten Ling Shijie is hyping himself.

Being a journalist is the same as running a newspaper in some ways, that is, it is to hype up the news as well as yourself. For example, it is obvious that a small civil servant stomped on an old man's feet, and immediately apologized and lost money, you must say that a corrupt official with great power sent someone to chop off the old man's feet, and everyone dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, and finally it was this reporter who stepped forward and exposed the incident at the risk of being beaten by more than 800 masters of Ouchi, which brought justice for the old man.

The hype is as it should be, but it is a bit too much to hype yourself to the point of omnipotence. And because of his own hype, hundreds of people from all over the world ran to Nandao to complain to Lord Qingtian, which was unbearable.

At this time, the traffic police walked to Rong Zhongwei and Tian Yugao's side, he didn't know Rong Zhongwei, but he knew Tian Yugao, who was in charge of administrative affairs. With a look of embarrassment on his face, he said to Tian Yugao: "Director Tian, are you doing activities?" Can you clear the crowd a little, or it won't affect the traffic. ”

Tian Yugao looked back at the road and saw that half of the road had been blocked. On the one hand, the editors and reporters of Nandao could not enter the gate and were all parked on the road, and on the other hand, there were some petitioners-like people standing on the road in twos and threes pointing at the road, which also caused congestion. He turned his head. asked Rong Zhongwei for instructions: "Mr. Rong, what do you think about this?" I have been persuading them for a long time not to block the door, but none of them listened. ”

"This ......" Rong Zhongwei was also embarrassed, and the people who could travel thousands of miles to complain were somewhat paranoid. Neither persuasion nor intimidation can be used against such people. It is not his business to let them block the door of Nandao and affect the city's traffic, but outsiders seem to think that Nandao has done something angry and resentful, and let people block the door, and this social impact is really bad.

"I really can't do it, so I let them in. Let the security guards take control of the situation and arrange for them to wait in the yard. Arrange for a few reporters who run social news to contact them, listen to their grievances, and then send them away. Rong Zhongwei explained.

If Rong Zhongwei could have foreseen the consequences of his decision, he would not have given the order to let the petitioners into the courtyard. As soon as the gate of the Nandao courtyard was opened, the petitioners erupted in cheers, and then poured into the compound like the rebel soldiers who rushed into the Winter Palace shouting "Ula".

The petitioners who entered the courtyard were not so easy to control. When they saw the door, they entered, and when they saw the place, they sit. Eat when you see something. A large group of petitioners ran to the toilet to make it easier, and the urinal was not enough, so they just found a random meaning. Some of the petitioners took out toothbrushes and towels and began to wash themselves, and they even carried their stinky feet up to rinse them, leaving the smell of salted fish everywhere. Some petitioners took instant noodles and went around looking for boiling water to flush. After washing, he squatted in the corridor to eat, and threw the seasoning packets all over the corridor.

After eating and pulling, the petitioners began to break into the reporter's office to complain, and they didn't care who it was, they just pulled a random person and began to tell their grievances. A handful of snot and tears fell to the ground, and the dirty hands rubbed against the reporter's body from time to time. The administrative office, the finance office, the computer room and other departments were not spared, and a man with a scar on his face rushed into the cashier's office, and as soon as he entered the door, he knelt on the ground and cried, frightening a few young accountants with a beautiful face and running away.

Nandao's security guards are busy maintaining order, but the heroes can't stand the crowd. They plugged this end and leaked through the other. The petitioners are best at crying, making trouble and hanging themselves, but whenever they are stopped by the security guards, they kneel down and cry, and there are even middle-aged women with vicissitudes of life who are hard to drill in the arms of the security guards.

Under the protection of several security guards, Rong Zhongwei broke through the siege of the petitioners and entered his office. As soon as he entered the door, he heard several telephones on the table ringing like crazy, and when he grabbed it, he heard that all departments were asking what was going on and why so many petitioners were wreaking havoc in the group.

"You must calm these people and find a way to calm them down and not cause trouble." Rong Zhongwei instructed the various departments. At this time, if there is a quarrel or brawl between an employee and a petitioner, it will not be able to end, and if these hundreds of people are smashed in the group, the loss is immeasurable. The petitioners are fearless and fearless, and even if the police are called to arrest them, it will only be a few more days of free prison meals for them, and they will not be able to scare them. But Nandao Group is different, whatever you bump into is your own property, who can afford to play such a game?

After explaining to various departments, Rong Zhongwei dialed the phone number of Ling Shijie's editorial department and ordered Han Bo, director of the editorial department, to come to his office immediately, and he wanted to ask him face to face about the cause of this matter.

There are only two floors between the editorial office and Rong Zhongwei's office, and it usually takes two or three minutes for Rong Zhongwei to call someone over. But this time, Rong Zhongwei waited for a quarter of an hour before he heard Han Bo knocking on the door, and there was a confrontation between the security guards guarding the door for Rong Zhongwei and the petitioners.

"Come in!" Rong Zhongwei responded.

Han Bo pushed the door and came in, he was quite particular about his image on weekdays, but at this time, his clothes were messy, his tie was loosened, and he looked aggrieved, as if he had just been "like" by many strong men. Seeing Rong Zhongwei, Han Bo poured out with a crying voice: "Mr. Rong, I can't stay in this building, there are seven or eight people crowded in my office, as soon as I go out, people will pull the complaint, and I won't let me go if I don't listen to it, and when I look back, I don't know where my wallet went......"

Rong Zhongwei didn't answer his words, but asked with a dark face: "Let me ask you, what topic has Ling Shijie been running during this time?" ”

"Ling Shijie?" Han Bo was stunned, what is going on? The group is about to be ransacked, and the editor-in-chief is still thinking about Ling Shijie's topic, this special meow is true love.

He ...... He told me that he went to Yanning to grab a set of manuscripts, and just posted one two days ago, which was about Yanning's governance of small steel, and you also said that the manuscript was very good, and sent a full page. Han Bo said.

"Little Steel, is it the one where a peasant woman committed suicide by drinking pesticides?" Rong Zhongwei remembered that there was indeed such a draft, and the text and pictures were sensational enough. He didn't remember this just now, because he didn't notice that it was written by Ling Shijie at all, after all, Ling Shijie was not a person with a sense of existence.

"Is there anything special about him?" Rong Zhongwei asked again.

Han Bo didn't know what to do, and since the leader asked, he could only know everything: "He's a person...... The foundation is not too good, but sometimes I like to be a little smart, which is to be able to find some angles that others can't find. He always felt that he was not famous enough, so he worked very hard, always hoping to make some big news and become famous. ”

"Did he say anything like that?" Rong Zhongwei said.

"Yes." Han Bo blurted out, "That's how his personal homepage is written, how do you know?" ”

In those days, there was no such thing as a blog, and many people who were sublime liked to have a personal homepage and put their articles on it for others to admire. Many editors and reporters in Nandao have their own personal homepages, with various names, some are called Yijian Mei, some are called Guo Daxia, and some are called Mei'an Watchman, anyway, how Wenqing came. Ling Shijie named his homepage as Urgent Justice, Good Righteousness, and there are some stories on the homepage about how he petitioned for the people, of course, eighty percent of them are bragging, and the remaining two percent are also true and illusory, and it is difficult to tell the difference.

Ling Shijie's personal homepage has a pitiful number of clicks, and it has no influence at all. Han Bo had only seen it once or twice because Ling Shijie was his subordinate, and he didn't expect that the editor-in-chief would actually know about it.

"Where is he now, tell him to come to me at once!" Rong Zhongwei was furious, it turned out that the word "anxious for justice and righteousness" was really said by Ling Shijie himself, and it seemed that this group of petitioners was really recruited by him.

Han Bo shook his head and said, "He's not in Mei'an now, he's still in Yanning." He called me the day before yesterday and said that he was going to stay for a while longer and make a big news. ”

"He's already made a big news, and he wants to make other big news! Let him throw away the hellish topic and rush back by plane immediately, the ticket will not be reimbursed, and let him pay for it himself! Rong Zhongwei ordered.

"Yes!" Han Bo responded, and then asked timidly, "Mr. Rong, what happened to him?" ”

"Don't you see it yet!" Rong Zhongwei pointed outside with his hand, "Those people outside are all here for his fame." This bastard doesn't know what bull he's blowing outside, people say that he is involved in a lawsuit, no, they all come to us to find Qingtian to complain. ”

"Ahh Han Bo's mouth opened wide, he never thought that these hundreds of people were actually provoked by Ling Shijie alone, how big a cowhide did this guy have to blow out?

Damn, the wallet that Lao Tzu just took away, I have to let your surname Ling pay me! Han Bo thought indignantly in his heart. (To be continued......)