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Coming out of the deputy director's office, Song Shuang was in a trance, remembering that when she came to the TV station to apply for a job, the deputy director asked her why she wanted to be a reporter, she said that when she was in high school, she saw Jiang Xueqing on TV wearing a steel helmet and a bulletproof vest to interview in war-torn countries in Africa, and from that moment she was determined to be a war correspondent, so she applied for the journalism department of Jiang University.

Now, this qiē has come to naught, what can a reporter do if he is reduced to a political tool, he wants to report any news must be censored, anyone can intervene and take care of it, the beauty of the ideal and the cruelty of reality make Song Shuang extremely frustrated, and even have doubts about his career choice.

When eating in the cafeteria at noon, Liu Handong called to ask about the progress, and Song Shuang was embarrassed to tell him that Xia Baishi's relationship was very hard, the show could not be broadcast, Weibo was also deleted, and he was criticized by the leader.

Liu Handong laughed heartily: "I can guess, thank you anyway." ”

In the evening, Song Shuang returned home, she still lived in the family courtyard of the provincial hall, her mother Lin Hong worked in Jiangbei, her father was in Beijing, the house was empty only her and Coco, and Robert was hanging on the wall of the study. Kapa's photo, that is Song Shuang's spiritual idol.

A real reporter will not be bound by these villains, Song Shuang resolutely turned on the computer, switched to major forums, continued to post, and continued to fight.

Song Shuang has a reputation as a talented woman in the Department of Journalism of Jiang University, at this time she was holding a breath in her heart, a fire, and the articles she wrote were even more hearty, laughing and scolding.

Early in the morning, Song Shuang woke up from his dream, picked up the bedside mobile phone and habitually swiped it, a spirit sat up, the post at night was still there, it was not deleted, and there were already many people who turned around, and hundreds of people A The official Weibo of the Jinjiang City Public Security Bureau and the Jinjiang City Intermediate People's Court, asked them to pay attention to the case of Xia Baishi's kidnapping of Shu Fan and the custody battle.

The magic is one foot high, and the road is one foot high! Song Shuang waved his fist excitedly, public opinion had already been formed, and it was too late to delete the post at this time.

……

Suzaku Hotel, Liu Fei's think tank is like a big enemy, public opinion was out of control last night, Xia Baishi has been pushed to the forefront, and the deputy secretary-general in charge of Internet public relations was called into the office by Liu Fei to criticize him in person.

"Don't you have anyone on the night shift at night?" Liu Fei said with a smile on his face.

"There are people on duty, but there is nothing we can do about the sudden situation." The deputy secretary-general blamed himself, "Director Chen of the State Council Information Office was shuanggui by the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, no one helped us delete the post, and the duty officers of several major forums could not be contacted, and even if they were contacted, they might not buy our account." ”

Liu Fei tapped his fingertips on the table: "Don't you have any other plans?" The network supervision department and the propaganda mouth must have a strong relationship, have I ever said this? ”

"Boss, it's my fault, please punish me." The Under-Secretary-General bowed his head.

Liu Fei waved his hand: "I won't punish anyone, what I want is to regain the position of public opinion, you go back and think about what to do." ”

The deputy secretary general returned to his seat, thought about it, and called Ruan Xiaochuan of the Omi Daily.

"Xiaochuan, I need your help, Xia Baishi's case is a big problem."

"I'll be there shortly."

Fifteen minutes later, Ruan Xiaochuan rushed to the Suzaku Hotel and discussed countermeasures with his colleagues in charge of public relations in the think tank.

Ruan Xiaochuan said: "I know the person who posted it, she is a female reporter from Omi TV, we can exert some pressure appropriately, and it may be impossible for her to take the initiative to delete or apologize, at most we can not continue to post, and then we will organize some people to fight back and use the numerical advantage to defeat the other party." ”

A secretary who graduated with a master's degree in the team pushed his glasses and said coldly: "The female reporter of the TV station, just let their leaders fire her, and then find a few gangsters in the society to turn her around, see if she dares to go against us." ”

Ruan Xiaochuan looked at him with disdain: "Song Shuang's father is a deputy ministerial-level leader, the former director of the Jiangdong Public Security Bureau, if you are not afraid of making a big fuss, you can go to find some gangsters to turn her." ”

The master immediately fell silent.

The deputy secretary general said: "Xiaochuan, don't report back to the club these days, just follow up on this case here." ”

Ruan Xiaochuan nodded: "Okay." ”

……

On Omi TV, Song Shuang was interviewed by the deputy director again, and the leader was still pleasant, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, and mentioning last night's post in a roundabout way.

"Xiao Song, my phone is about to be blown up, complaining that we are interfering with the judiciary with public opinion, do you want to pay attention to the impact a little?"

Song Shuang had already prepared, she said vigorously: "First of all, I didn't use my official status as a TV station to do this, secondly, I am a post in my spare time, and finally, I confiscated any black money, the whole thing has nothing to do with the unit, of course, if these black hands behind the scenes put pressure on you, I will not embarrass you, this is my resignation letter." ”

The deputy director looked at Song Shuang quietly and pushed the resignation letter back: "Girl, no one can force you to resign, Uncle can still withstand it." ”

Song's nose was sour: "Thank you, leader." ”

"Go back, give you three days off, do whatever you want, remember, Taili will always be your strong backing."

Liu Fei's think tank didn't dare to go to the front of the stage from behind the scenes, after all, he had to take care of the popularity, so he couldn't put pressure on the TV station in the form of an official document, and could only do it by greeting him, but Song Shuang's identity was special, and the TV station didn't accept this set, and he couldn't remove the director for a trivial matter, so he could only think of other ways.

Seeing that public opinion is becoming more and more severe, Ruan Xiaochuan is very anxious, the success or failure of this matter is related to his career, but there is no good way to think about it, in the end, he has been in the newspaper office for a long time, and he has written too many articles, and his brain is not as flexible as before.

Suddenly, Ruan Xiaochuan thought of a person, and immediately turned out the phone and called, but the number was already empty, so he thought about it, turned on the computer, and sent a private message to that person's Weibo.

……

Zhu Xiaoqiang felt that his body was warm and comfortable, so he turned over and continued to sleep, but he heard a coquettish blame: "The sun is drying your buttocks, and the big lazy worm is not going to get up soon." ”

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom have been opened, the warm sunlight shines in, and the pale yellow hardwood floor is scattered with clothes.

Wang Hong walked in with fried eggs, bacon and milk: "Hurry up and eat, follow me back to my parents' house in the afternoon, and I'll drive." ”

Zhu Xiaoqiang looked at the wedding photos on the wall, yawned, turned over and continued to sleep, Wang Hong got angry, pouted and pushed him violently: "Still sleeping, it's two o'clock in the afternoon, and the foreman will scold if he doesn't get up again." ”

"Let's sleep a little longer." Zhu Xiaoqiang muttered, opened his eyes, a dark face was only twenty centimeters away from him, and his mouth spewed out the smell of choking smoke and food, it was Lao Li Tou, a worker, who was pushing Zhu Xiaoqiang hard: "Hurry up, there are no bricks on the construction site." ”

The good dream was interrupted, Zhu Xiaoqiang smacked his lips and got up from the straw bed, the temporary shed was filled with a sour smell, the pots and pans for lunch had not been brushed, the leftovers were cold and unappetizing, the sun was shining outside, and the workers had already started.

Zhu Xiaoqiang used to work as a tally clerk in the city, and was later introduced to work in a public relations company by Ruan Xiaochuan, using his own advantages to manage the official Weibo for large companies, with a monthly salary of 5,000, which can be regarded as entering the white-collar class, but the good times did not last long, Zhu Xiaoqiang fought with people on the Internet, used his official WeChat identity to scold, was complained by customers, and lost this hard-won job. It is basically insulated from the network, but fortunately, the salary of migrant workers is not low, even if they are small brick movers, they have an income of three or four thousand per month, and they still have to eat and live.

All afternoon, Zhu Xiaoqiang was carrying bricks and cement mortar, tired like a dog, when eating in the evening, the workers squatted at the door of the shed, three fingers holding a big bowl of porridge, two fingers between steamed buns, holding chopsticks in his right hand, from the stainless steel basin with soy sauce to burn potato pieces, the sound of the mouth one after another, like a pigsty.

Suddenly, a person hurriedly ran over and shouted: "Boss Zhang's donation for a dog day has run away!" All our hard-earned money is gone! ”

Everyone was in an uproar, and the rumors for many days became a reality, this so-called government-funded, affordable housing supporting project for the benefit of the people and the people actually became an unfinished building, and the migrant workers did not get their wages on a monthly basis, but deposited them in the zài contract foreman, and the project was completed before the unified collection, and now the contract foreman has run away, and the salary will naturally be lost.

Even the work of moving bricks was lost, and there was not a dime on him, Zhu Xiaoqiang was discouraged, walked to the top of the building, looked at the dark sky, thought of his father who died tragically, and thought of his mother in the countryside.

Before he died, he always had to leave something behind, Zhu Xiaoqiang took out his mobile phone, went to Weibo and was about to write a goodbye sentence, by the way, Wang Hong, suddenly there was an unread private message, opened it, and his heartbeat suddenly increased.

It was Ruan Xiaochuan's private message, asking him what he had been busy with recently and if he would like to do something for himself.

Heaven will not kill me! Zhu Xiaoqiang raised his arms and shouted, and thunder rumbled in the night sky, as if he was responding to him.

……

Zhu Xiaoqiang wore dirty overalls to see Ruan Xiaochuan, the two have been friends for a long time, for Zhu Xiaoqiang, who was born at the grassroots, Ruan Xiaochuan did not underestimate at all, but was quite respectful, in a Shaxian snack bar, the two carefully analyzed public opinion.

"The best defense is to attack, they fight theirs, we fight ours." Zhu Xiaoqiang slammed his fist on the table, his eyes shining, "Start with Xia Qingshi's family history, put a traitor hat on him, as long as the righteousness is in hand, you can knead them as much as you want." ”

Ruan Xiaochuan slapped his thigh: "High!" It's really high! How did I not think of it...... However, I have studied Xia Qingshi's family history, it is very legendary, very clean, and there is nothing to dig deeper. ”

Zhu Xiaoqiang smiled: "A lie repeated a thousand times is the truth, these days, what is true and what is false?" ”