Chapter 85: Dialectical Freedom

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He Yi'an couldn't help but smile bitterly, someone would force themselves to this point, and they didn't feel the danger at all. In other words, she noticed it before she started writing, just because there was always a hot blood in her body, and she didn't need anyone's support to go to the end without fear.

Such a person is really unapproachable.

However, He Yi'an didn't want her to succeed. Why is the door of her life closed so closely, she can't break in, and she shouldn't call the door. He could clearly feel that not every corner of her heart could maintain a strong appearance all the time. He wants to step into her heart, wants to participate in every ups and downs of her life, and wants her to have other successes besides her career.

After thinking about it, He Yi'an grabbed Shen Chuyun's right hand and tried to raise her attention: "Then let me tell you...... You won't be alone, even if you do something wrong, even if everyone abandons you, I choose to stand on your side. ”

Shen Chuyun was first startled by the sudden movement, and then raised his eyes to see a pair of clear eyes, staring straight at her. The anger when she first entered the door dissipated in an instant, and there was only a wave of tenderness that could not be dissolved when she looked at her. Every word spoken to her was like a heavenly sound plucked by the strings, and the big beads and small beads fell on the jade plate, one by one steadily on the tip of her heart, and instantly turned her heart into a pool of spring water. The breeze is blowing, the water is rippling, the sun is shining, and the year is just right.

"When it comes to friendship, you will never be able to win me." Hearing a burst of laughter from the next door, Teresa Teng walked over from the small door that opened in the middle, next to the wall, hugged her arms to her chest, stood on tiptoe with one foot, and looked at He Yi'an with a smile, "I said this a few days ago." With that, he winked at Shen Chuyun.

As soon as Shen Chuyun smiled back at her, he immediately realized that his wrist was still being pinched by He Yi'an. A face rose like a red sun outside the window, and he quickly withdrew his hand and ran away.

He Yi'an also stood up straight, smiled at Teresa Teng, but didn't say a word.

There will come a time when he will go beyond the boundaries of his friends.

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He Yi'an's words invisibly gave Shen Chuyun a hint.

Colleagues in the press industry are not an ethereal concept, there are her friends and teachers. I don't know how much of a wave this editorial will stir up when it is sent out.

Three days later, a number of newspapers, including Wenjing Daily, questioned and even attacked one after another.

After looking at it, Shen Chuyun held the Wenjing News of the day in his hand and did not speak for a long time.

She can not care about other people or explain them, but Su Zhenqing can't. Even if the two people have different views, she thinks that she should explain it in person to be worthy of Su Zhenqing's support.

Thinking of this, Shen Chuyun hurriedly put on a coat and assigned the original work in the afternoon to other colleagues, while he hurried to Sanyanjing Hutong.

When the employees of Wenjing Daily saw her coming, they first smiled habitually. Then, he inevitably remembered the recent news, and peeked at Su Zhenqing's office with some hesitation.

Zhong Shixuan smiled politely and greeted Shen Chuyun and stepped into his seat.

Shen Chuyun squinted his eyes and nodded, pointed his finger into Su Zhenqing's room, and said in a small voice: "Director Zhong, I'm looking for ......"

Zhong Shixuan smiled and bowed his head, indicating that he understood, and knocked on the door of Su Zhenqing's office with her.

"Teacher, I'm ......"

Su Zhenqing was slammed by this title in his heart. So, he put down the pen in his hand and looked at Shen Chuyun who was talking from beginning to end, before he sighed and said, "What are you doing when you suddenly call the teacher?" What did I teach you, did I teach you to fight in the nest? ”

Shen Chuyun lowered his head, his hands also hung down, and his fingertips pinched together worriedly: "I didn't mean that......"

Zhong Shixuan came over with tea, patted Shen Chuyun's arm gently, and invited her to sit down and talk. Then, he opened his mouth and smiled at Su Zhenqing: "President, in fact, I think that Mi Sishen's article is still very good, and it can be said that it is reasonable and well-founded." ”

Su Zhenqing seemed to be a little disgusted with him and the mud, and raised his eyes and glanced at him dissatisfied.

Zhong Shixuan was taken aback, scratched his head in embarrassment at Shen Chuyun, who cast a grateful glance at him, and sat down next to him.

Su Zhenqing talked about it at this time: "News news, what you want is a 'new' word!" We are not the National Police Agency, and when we investigate some things clearly, I'm afraid the daylilies will be cold. ”

Shen Chuyun naturally thought in his heart that the foothold of these words was too frivolous, and he couldn't stand the word "reason" at all. However, for such a mentor who really led her on the path of journalism, she could not refute it loudly in any way. I could only lower my head, blush, and euphemistically raise some questions: "But teacher, whether Foreign Minister Han instigated Xiang Xue'er's matter, you can ask me for verification, after all, I have a considerable say in this matter." I can also say responsibly now that Liang Xiuzhen has privately mentioned to me that she wants to deal with Xiang Xue'er. What happened afterwards was exactly the same as the plan she said at the time. So, I think it's much more likely that Foreign Minister South Korea didn't know about this than he did. How can we subjectively ...... what he has not done?"

Su Zhenqing snorted coldly and interrupted her words: "Public people should be supervised physically, and they should bear higher moral requirements than ordinary people. Even if he instigated this crime and really wronged Han Yansun, he didn't take care of the younger generations in the family, that is also a fact! ”

Shen Chuyun looked up at Su Zhenqing with a serious face. Then he turned his head to look at Zhong Shixuan, and nodded in agreement. Although she had not studied any law, she thought that there was something wrong with this statement.

Is it the same crime to instigate and teach the child? The children of the Han family are all older, and according to Western terms, they are adults who can take responsibility for their own actions. can't point to Han Yansun's age, and he still manages his children all the time. In the early years, it was said that he had no way to teach his son, and naturally there were, but we cannot arbitrarily think that it is not unjust to infer this charge on his head on this reason alone.

What is the difference between this method of judging cases entirely on the basis of subjectivity and the old era?

Thinking about it, I felt a little anxious. Shen Chuyun's neck flushed, and he tried to explain to them, "However, I think you should all learn about Xiang Xue'er's current situation and listen to her attending doctor's regrets about the last journey of her life. Reporter is just a professional title for a group of people, in essence, he is first and foremost a person, and he needs to keep the bottom line of being a person, so that he can mention what work needs and ask people to understand. If we can't even do a good job as a person, can we really speak up for the people with a pen? I strongly doubt this! ”

Su Zhenqing slapped the table and stopped: "Doubt is also a manifestation of the spirit of freedom, of course you can be suspicious, but you can't not allow other reporters to express their personal opinions because of your personal doubts." If you can doubt, can't others doubt your doubts? You're also a journalism graduate educated, have you forgotten John? Milton's idea of freedom of the press ......"

Shen Chuyun stood up suddenly, opposite Su Zhenqing across a desk, and replied without humility or arrogance: "I have not forgotten "On the Freedom of the Press", and at the same time, I also clearly remember, John? When Milton was a press prosecutor, he did not advocate absolute freedom. It can be seen that he also has an understanding of the loss of control of the word 'freedom' in practice. ”

"Dissipate the gas, dissipate the gas, all calm and calm." Seeing that the two of them were at a stalemate, Zhong Shixuan hurriedly stood in the middle and interrupted the words, "Mi Sishen, there is something I must explain to you first. The reporter who climbed the window last night is now regretting it, but suddenly, someone wrote anonymous letters to major newspapers, saying that the robbery of Xiang Xue'er's house was completely deliberate, and it is suspected that the mastermind behind the scenes may be the South Korean Foreign Minister himself. How could he ignore such a heinous act, you think? If it were you, you would also let go of all the consequences and desperately reveal the truth. ”

Another piece of unprepared news, Shen Chuyun thought about it for a while, and his eyes dimmed.

After this reminder, her intuition also thought that the robbery of Xiang Xue'er's house seemed to be a little strange. Even if this public security issue has been talked about for a long time, but with Xiang Xueer's financial resources at that time, and the ability of the financier behind her, her residence should be either rich or expensive, and it seems that there should not be too much security problem. Even if something goes wrong, it won't be to the point where the thieves have emptied the furniture and there is still no one to save them.

After thinking about the credibility of this rumor, Shen Chuyun remembered that he came this time, not to solve the case. still led the conversation to the topic: "If this rumor is reliable, of course it should be exposed." But Xiang Xue'er is just a weak woman who has a mad disease, so she runs to ask her what she can ask. If that reporter is really not afraid of anything for the freedom of the press, why is he afraid to go to the South Korean Foreign Minister's Office in this way to find out the truth? Under the guise of not being afraid of sacrificing blood for the sake of the truth, but only dare to bully the weak. What's the use of just regretting such an act? Even if Xiang Xue'er lives like an ant, it is a human life, and it should not be sacrificed in vain. ”

"This ......" Zhong Shixuan was shaken by the refutation, and turned his eyes to look at Su Zhenqing to see what he was going to say.

Either disconvinced, shaken, or sighed, the three of them fell silent.

After a long time, Su Zhenqing suddenly smiled, stroked his palm, and said, "Anyway, you girl is a teacher." ”

Shen Chuyun, who was still angry with unscrupulous reporters, was slightly embarrassed at this time. She could see that Su Zhenqing still didn't agree with her position, but she was trying her best to restrain his own position, trying to appreciate the debate just now.

I remember when I decided to go it alone, Su Zhenqing once said, when can I do everything without taking what anyone says as a reason, and when will I really become a teacher.

Looking back, some words are taken out again and pondered carefully, which is really confusing.

Su Zhenqing's original reminder was obviously to hope that Shen Chuyun could get the true essence of independence and freedom. Today, Shen Chuyun seems to have done it, she has successfully fulfilled Su Zhenqing's requirements, but she is using this spirit of independence and freedom to oppose unfettered freedom.

The twists and turns here really stumped the three of them at the same time.

Shen Chuyun couldn't help but think that he should have really gone to listen to a philosophy class back then.