Hearing the Jiangdong Times, Chen Zikun's brows wrinkled slightly imperceptibly, and Liu Ting hurriedly explained: "My father is just a proofreader, not an editor. ”

Chen Zikun smiled, it seems that Jiangdong Times's slander against himself is well known, "It's okay, the clear is self-purifying, how many children do you have in your family?" ”

"I have three younger sisters, two younger brothers, and one more in my mother's belly." When it comes to family affairs, Liu Ting is a little embarrassed.

"That's enough for people to prosper, so Ling Zun has an income alone?" Chan seems to be in a good mood.

"Well, my father has a salary of twelve yuan a month, which is barely enough to support the family, and sometimes he brings some food from his grandmother's house in the countryside, and his younger brothers and sisters are very healthy." Liu Ting replied very seriously.

Chen Zikun couldn't help but look at this smart female college student again, she seemed to be more slender than Lin Wenjing, her wrists were extremely fair, she could see the blood vessels under the skin, her fingers were as delicate as spring onions, and her face was a little lacking in blood.

"You eat, don't bother." Chan got up and took his leave.

"Supervisor, ...... the documents you want"

"There's no hurry, just find out in the afternoon."

When Chen Zikun came out of the archive room, he saw Zhao Yufeng standing in the corridor, with a smile on his face, and he also learned the rules of the Qing Dynasty: "Handsome, you are auspicious, how is it, is it okay?" ”

Zhao Yufeng is an old brother who followed Chen Zikun from birth to death, and he spoke without measure, and Chen Zikun was not surprised, and scolded with a smile: "You kid, what do you think? ”

"Dashuai, how do you think Secretary Liu's salary will be arranged, should you go according to the grade of a senior clerk?" Zhao Yufeng is a very discerning person, and he has long found out that Liu Ting's family is poor.

Chen Zikun pondered for a moment and said: "There is no need to be special, just treat it as an intern, five oceans per month." ”

"Yes!" Zhao Yufeng understood and raised his salary, how could the handsome show kindness, he said: "What about the kid surnamed Zheng, and let him brush the thatched house?" ”

Chen Zikun said: "When will the thatched house be cleaner than the canteen, and when will I change jobs." ”

Zhao Yufeng picked his thumb: "Handsome, you are ruthless!" ”

……

At the beginning of April, the fighting in the north became more intense, and the Lu Zhonglin division of the Nationalist Army entrenched in Beijing withdrew from the Beijing division under the pressure of the Zhilu coalition army and the Feng army, and withdrew to the direction of Nankou.

Since then, Beijing has been a situation where the Feng family is dominant.

On April 15, Duan Qirui announced that he would go to the wilderness, and the tiger of the Beiyang finally left the center of power and left Beijing by train.

One day in early May, a dusty traveler came to the door of the Jiangdong Provincial Governor's Office, wearing a crumpled old suit, unkempt, and not small.

"This is my film, take it to you Chen Dashuai to see, and say that his old friend has arrived." Zhao Yufeng took the business card and looked at it, which said Ruan Mingchuan, the chief writer of the Beijing Daily, and hurriedly greeted the door, helped the reporter Ruan Da carry the luggage, invited him to the reception room of the office, and asked the servant to make hot water to wash Ruan Mingchuan's face.

After washing his face, Ruan Mingchuan's spirit recovered a little, and said, "Is there any smoke?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhao Yufeng hurriedly took out the three forts.

"Pump mine." There was a hearty laugh outside the door, Chen Zikun arrived, took out the whole pack of Solik cigarettes and handed it to Ruan Mingchuan, and helped him light the fire, Reporter Ruan took a few puffs, swallowed the clouds, closed his eyes and lay on the sofa: "Damn, I can suffocate to death in the past few days." ”

"Why is Reporter Ruan so embarrassed, I have enough to give." Chen Zikun said curiously.

"You're sending me a coil?" Ruan Mingchuan was even more surprised.

"yes."

"Hahaha, I see, by mistake, your people didn't find me, I came by myself."

"What the hell happened in Beijing to make you look like this?"

Ruan Mingchuan lowered his head, and his previously neat and shiny head was scattered, blocking his eyes.

"Editor-in-Chief Shao was shot." Ruan Mingchuan said in a low voice.

"What, Shao Wandering was shot? Who did this to you! Chen Zikun was greatly shocked, Shao Piaoping is the editor-in-chief of Beijing Daily, a famous newspaperman in Beijing, Taishan Beidou in the press industry, a pen is sharper than a knife and gun, even Yuan Shikai does not dare to move him casually, no matter how he says that he will be shot.

"Feng Zhang did it." Ruan Mingchuan took a puff of his cigarette, "When Guo Songling was against Feng, Editor-in-Chief Shao scolded Zhang Zuolin in the newspaper, and was hated by them. ”

"Han Qing ordered to be shot!" Chen Zikun gasped, this little brother is really dark enough.

"Yes, colleagues in the press went to plead, but Zhang Xueliang only made a gesture of cutting off his head......" Ruan Mingchuan sighed and shook his head painfully.

"The Beijing newspaper is gone, and the newspapers in Beijing have automatically ceased publication, everyone is in danger, and the beard is unreasonable."

Chen Zikun said: "Mr. Shao has scolded Yuan Shikai, Duan Qirui, and Cao Kun, and he has scolded more and more every time, but nothing has happened. ”

Ruan Mingchuan said with a miserable laugh: "It's not just not authentic, the press was still free in the late Qing Dynasty, although the warlords of the Anhui direct line are mediocre and barbaric, they also understand the big truth, and can tolerate the newspaper people, and when they come to the direct line, the atmosphere of press freedom for many years has been ruined, the Beijing news is dead, the newspaper is dead, and I am also wanted, so I came to you to avoid trouble, old friend, you have to take care of me." ”

Chen Zikun said: "I am thirsty for talents, and I need a newspaper person like you the most, you come to my Jiangdong newspaper to run a newspaper, and I fully support it." ”

Ruan Mingchuan turned his worries into joy: "Really? ”

"Seriously!"

"Sure enough?"

"Sure enough!"

"Hahaha, great, I knew I was right, but let's say okay first, you are not allowed to interfere with the content of the newspaper, reporters write articles criticizing you, and you can't arrest people and close newspapers."

Chen Zikun smiled: "Do you think I look like a warlord born of bandits? ”

Ruan Mingchuan laughed: "You were meant to be." ”

Chen Zikun also laughed, Zhao Yufeng looked at Reporter Ruan worriedly, and said that Beijing reporters are bold and dare to make such jokes in front of the big handsome.

After laughing, Ruan Mingchuan suddenly covered his face and cried, crying for a while, and fell asleep on the sofa, Chen Zikun made a look, took Zhao Yufeng and quietly left the reception room, and ordered no one to go in, so that Reporter Ruan could have a good rest.

……

The day of the salary of the Office of the Superintendent has arrived, Liu Ting received five heavy silver dollars in the accounting department, and went home happily, her home is near the newspaper building, it is a small courtyard, younger brothers and sisters are playing in the yard, and her mother is sitting at the door to sew old clothes.

There are too many people in the family, and her father's salary alone can only make ends meet, Liu Ting has never worn new clothes since she was a child, they are all changed from old clothes of adults, she wears them for her younger brothers and sisters when she is young, and it is passed to the youngest brother, and it has been patched and stacked.

My father was still working overtime in the newspaper, and the Jiangdong Times had eight pages, the largest newspaper in the province, and there had never been a low-level error in the text, just because there were a group of capable and skilled proofreaders and typesetters. My father gets up early and is greedy for night, often works overtime, and has a salary of 12 yuan a month, and my mother often nags, saying that he is useless, but my father said that I am a scholar, and I can get the right way except for this, and I have no capital to do business and coolies.

The Liu family is a scholarly family, his grandfather was a Jinshi of the Guangxu Dynasty, and he was a county magistrate, but he had a clean sleeve, not with corrupt officials and corrupt officials, and was soon impeached, and he died depressed, and did not leave a few taels of silver to the family.

As soon as Liu Ting entered the house, she handed over her salary to her mother, who counted the five silver dollars several times, and said happily: "I just got so much money when I started working, this university is really not for nothing, and it is almost half of your father's salary." ”

"Mother, buy a good bottle of wine for Dad, and buy some candy for my younger brothers and sisters." Liu Ting smiled sweetly.

The mother thought about it, discharged three pieces of silver, and said, "Ting'er, go and tear a piece of cloth and make a new dress, anyway, she is also the secretary of the Office of the Superintendent, and you can't make people laugh."

Liu Ting excused herself: "Mother, no need, I'll wear this, and the superintendent won't laugh at me." ”

As he was talking, my father came back, tall and thin, with round-rimmed glasses, a blue cloth gown, and an oil-paper umbrella under his armpit, a man of forty who looked like he was in his fifties.

The mother was overjoyed: "Boss, come on, Ting'er has paid her salary, and there are five oceans." ”

Seeing that there was something wrong with him, his mother said, "What's the matter, you've been scolded again?" ”

The father sighed, didn't speak for a long time, was forced to be anxious, and finally came to a sentence: "Yesterday's newspaper, proofreading a wrong word, was resigned by the newspaper." ”

"What! Resigned, why, you have worked hard for them for so many years, there is no credit and hard work, and you will quit if you make a mistake! Is there still a human touch, you are too, a waste, won't you quarrel with them! "The mother was furious.

"I argued...... Useless. Father muttered, rubbing his hands together on his body.

"Okay, mother, don't say it, my father is also sad." Liu Ting persuaded very sensibly, and the other younger brothers and sisters were lying by the door staring at a pair of clear eyes.

"The second and third primary schools still have to pay tuition, and they have to pay back the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar money owed to the small shop at the entrance of the alley, how do you live this day." The mother began to sob.

"There is no endless road, let's talk about it," the father sighed.

For dinner, my father didn't use chopsticks.

Late at night, Liu Ting also saw the flames of cigarette butts in the yard extinguished, and she knew that her father couldn't sleep all night, and this powerless literati had been driven to a dead end.

"I'm going to help my family." Liu Ting secretly made up her mind.

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