Luo Qianfan looked at Jiang Shunzhong, and Wang Lin, who was sitting next to Jiang Shunzhong, poked him with his elbow. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Jiang Shunzhong looked up at Luo Qianfan.

"Shunzhong, did you win the lottery?"

Jiang Shunzhong raised his head and smiled: "Director, you call me?" No, no, how can it be in the middle of the day? ”

"yes? Claiming the prize so seriously, I thought I had won it again! I've heard that you just came to the newspaper and won hundreds of thousands, you are so powerful, you don't need to go to work, buying lottery tickets and winning the lottery is the fastest way to make a fortune, why don't you be a reporter, resign? ”

"Resign?" Jiang Shunzhong's face darkened, and he hurriedly put away the lottery ticket and newspaper, flipped through the interview book, and pretended to write and draw.

"What, are you done?"

"Hey...... Well. ”

"It's good to be busy, you go to do one thing, from now on, don't do anything within a week, go to the reading room of the newspaper to read a week's Hongcheng Metropolis Daily, excerpt 1,000 news headlines that you think are good, and write an excerpt of more than 3,000 words."

"Huh?"

"Didn't you hear me?" Luo Qianfan's eyes were like knives.

"Hear clearly, hear clearly." Jiang Shunzhong's heart was cold, his face was originally black, but now it is even darker, and he didn't dare to put another fart.

Many veteran reporters suddenly felt that Luo Qianfan was much more difficult to serve than Ge Deng.

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Recently, Song Xiaobeard always ran to the hospital, Luo Qianfan accompanied Lotte to the hospital for a pregnancy test and saw him, he was taking medicine at the pharmacy window, Luo Qianfan patted him from behind, he was so scared that the medicine fell to the ground, Luo Qianfan picked it up and saw that a bag of anti-life and anti-inflammatory drugs and the like.

Luo Qianfan had never seen him so nervous: "What's wrong with you?" What disease do you have? ”

Song Xiaomusache hesitated: "It's nothing, it's a little inflammatory." ”

"There's something you shouldn't hide from me."

"It's really nothing."

Song Xiaobeard was afraid that Luo Qianfan would ask, so he diverted the topic: "My cousin died." ”

"Cousin? Your cousin is the old man who said he was going to give you the property. Luo Qianfan was stunned for a moment before remembering.

In order to let Luo Qianfan write a manuscript for him and help him gain political capital, Song Xiaobeard said that he would take care of the lonely and widowed old man he had never met, and that he would give the property to Song Xiaobeard after the old man died. Luo Qianfan went to the interview to find out that the old man was his cousin, and he was not a lonely old man he didn't know at all.

"It's him", Song Xiaobeard said: "I just want to ask, the old man died, can you help me hype up again?" ”

Luo Qianfan was a little repulsed, and didn't want to continue to fake: "You have fame and fortune, and your cousin is dead, and you still don't let him go?" ”

Song Xiaobeard said with a shy face: "You send the Buddha to the west, fake it to the end, and then help me make a contribution, just write a few sentences, and say that the old man really gave me the property, I didn't ask for it, and it can be regarded as the end of the last report." ”

"You guy is really shameless, I won't write it anyway, I'll send Chang Chun to find you when I go back."

Song Xiaobeard was very happy: "Let him write it for me." ”

Chang Chun is Luo Qianfan's most trusted reporter, don't look at his usual big grin and yellow jokes, but his heart is not bad, and he obeys Luo Qianfan's orders, especially the level of interview writing has improved very quickly. In the past two years, he has become the backbone of the Ministry of Social Affairs.

After hyping Song Xiaobeard as a good policeman in Hongcheng last time, Luo Qianfan told the truth to the cheap boy Chun, he was very strict and didn't tell anyone.

Luo Qianfan assigned the interview to the "cheap boy Chun", and repeatedly instructed him: "Song Tan's report is a soap bubble full of biogas, as long as it doesn't explode, it will always be gorgeous, and once it explodes, it will stench all over the sky, and it's almost the same as a scandal, it's not good for Song Tan or the newspaper, understand?" ”

"Cheap Boy Chun" patted his chest: "Don't worry, Director Luo, I understand." ”

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For three consecutive days, "Cheap Boy Spring" fried three more reports for Song Xiaomuschi, and Song Tan's image of "good film police" and "good director" once again shined in Hongcheng.

A week later, Luo Qianfan received a text message from Ma Huang: "'Good film policeman' Song Tan, blowing a lot of!" ”

Luo Qianfan "chuckled" in his heart, didn't this kid know anything?

hurriedly called and asked "Cheap Boy Chun": "Who else knows about your interview with Song Tan?" ”

Cheap Nanchun said: "The first time I went alone, and then I had to supplement the interview, I went again, Ma Huang didn't have a manuscript to write, so I had to follow, I had no choice but to take him there, but he didn't ask a question, and he didn't let me add his name when he came back to write the manuscript!" ”

Luo Qianfan's heart chuckled again, and asked, "During the interview, who did Ma Huang meet?" ”

The thought for a while and said, "He's chatting with the people at the police station."

Luo Qianfan complained bitterly, something bad! Ma Huang has been at odds with him since the first day, and he is close to Zhang Lu, if he knows that Song Xiaomushe is a typical blow-out, it won't take long for the soap bubbles to be fried.

Without waiting for Luo Qianfan to find Ma Huang, he took the initiative to find him and asked Luo Qianfan to meet at the café opposite the newspaper.

When Luo Qianfan arrived, he was already there, sitting there touching his red nose and eyelids. Luo Qianfan is really annoying him, his stinky virtue, the grenade costs 1 yuan 1, and he throws 10,000 yuan first.

Luo Qianfan pretended to be confused: "Teacher Ma, what is so mysterious, and you still have to come here to talk about it?" ”

Ma Huang smiled: "Director Luo, I want to discuss something with you." You see, my newspaper has never had a mouthful, I don't write a manuscript every day, and after a month or two, my salary is pitiful. So I would like to ask Director Luo to give a piece of paper. ”

"That's it? According to the regulations of the newspaper, after three months, I will consult the editor-in-chief, and then adjust the division of labor. ”

"That's not good, I'm different from them, they just graduated, I'm an old reporter who has been working for many years, I want it today!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a large pile of clipped-out newspapers from his bag, and looked through them as if no one was around. are all reports about Song Tan, from the first article written by Luo Qianfan to the three articles written by the recent "Cheap Boy Spring".

Ma Huang spread out the newspapers on the table one by one, and knocked on the side: "Oops, I've been bored lately, I found out Director Luo's previous report to study, and I was careless, I found that there were really a lot of problems in this report......

"Yo, huh? What's the problem? Teacher Ma gave me more pointers, and I learned to learn. "I'm still pretending to be confused, trying to find out how many hole cards the horse emperor has.

Ma Huang picked his nose, put his fingers in front of his eyes and twisted them, and then popped out the filthy things, and then said unhurriedly: "It's boring to say it." ”

"What do you mean, Mr. Ma? Why do I think you're coming to me today to ask for sin? ”

"Hey! Good! Since Director Luo is pretending to be confused, let me remind Director Luo, is this Song Tan a good film policeman and a good director? I have two situations in my grasp. You look at this first, I copied it from a doctor in the hospital......"

As he spoke, he pushed a diagnosis certificate in front of Luo Qianfan, "Director Luo, take a look, if he is really a good policeman, can he get this disease?" ”

"What's wrong with him?" I hurriedly brought the medical certificate. Although the doctor's handwriting was like that of a shell, he could barely make out the words - syphilis. (To be continued.) )