Although she didn't know if what Meng Ya said about worshiping herself was true or false, Shang Xin'er was moved by the glint in Meng Ya's eyes for a while.

Who doesn't have a young time, who doesn't have an impulsive time. Who is not when they first enter the workplace, they want to have seniors to take care of them.

Anyway, being idle is idle, Shang Xin'er didn't want to go home early, and in the face of Bo Luan's teasing, she couldn't get his thoughts, and she made herself tired.

"Okay, you show me the background materials, and we will discuss how to go on an unannounced visit." Shang Xin'er replied crisply, she didn't like to procrastinate, since she promised to help Meng Ya, she wouldn't hide it.

Seeing that the senior she liked simply agreed to herself, this was unexpected by Meng Ya, after all, she was the one who was personally transferred away by Mr. Kite, she thought that she would be a high-ranking chief reporter, but she didn't expect to be so easy to speak.

Meng Ya hurriedly handed Shang Xin'er the background materials of the black coal kiln and the content of the whistleblower's revelations.

Looking at the materials full of "whistleblowers" and "whistleblowers", Shang Xin'er frowned, she understood that most of the whistleblowers would not reveal their real names, and often only had one phone number, and it was not certain whether this phone number was the whistleblower himself.

It's just that this background material, the details told by the whistleblower, are so real that she can't help but suspect that it is someone inside the black coal kiln.

If there is a good fit between the inside and the outside, then the manuscript will go a lot smoother. But when Shang Xin'er asked Meng Ya about the specific situation of the whistleblower, Meng Ya only said that she received a strange phone call, and the other party informed her of the content of the background materials on the phone.

Shang Xin'er didn't ask any more, after all, Meng Ya had a childish face, and she didn't have much experience when she looked at it, so she couldn't ask anything more.

The two lay in front of Shang Xin'er's desk and made the following division of labor: Shang Xin'er was responsible for going deep into the black coal kiln to make secret visits, while Meng Ya was responsible for liaising outside. In case Shang Xin'er doesn't come out for a long time, Meng Ya is responsible for calling the police or finding someone to rescue. There is a foil to each other.

Under normal circumstances, whoever is looking for the topic should be the main interviewer, but Shang Xin'er thought to herself that Meng Ya was a newcomer, she didn't have much experience, and the secret interview with such a high degree of difficulty should not let her charge ahead, it was better to go out on her own. As for the final manuscript, Meng Ya wants to write it, so she won't stop her, just let her be, and be a favor; If Meng Ya asked Shang Xin'er to write, Shang Xin'er would not refuse.

For new reporters, Shang Xin'er still has a great sense of tolerance.

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The summer anxious wind blows on the face, and the dryness is unusually dry. The sun had begun to shine in the west, shining on Shang Xin'er's face, and she couldn't help but want to scratch it.

It's been two and a half hours in the car, and the dust and bumps along the way make Shang Xin'er and Meng Ya want to vomit. The driver of the hitchhiker put Shang Xin'er under the plaque of "Anning Village" and turned around and left.

As for how far this plaque is from the illegally mined black coal mine in the material, it can only be measured by Shang Xin'er on foot.

Before coming to Anning Village, the two had already divided their work, Shang Xin'er was responsible for finding the specific location of the black coal kiln, and Meng Ya was responsible for following from afar, responsible for ventilation and reporting.

Shang Xin'er walked alone for a long time, tired and hungry.

The reason that can support her now is nothing more than wanting to leave a positive influence on the younger generations and not to extinguish the journalistic ideals of the younger generations.

As I walked, the sky gradually darkened, the surrounding farmhouses became more and more sparse, the road under my feet became more and more difficult to walk, and the mobile phone signal became weaker and weaker...... Shang Xin'er's heart became more and more panicked.