Cars roared through the streets.

Song Siyuan's car stopped on Zhonglou South Street, and Yue Guanchao didn't know where it was, so the two brothers could only follow the main owner and rush forward.

When they approached a four- or five-story department store building and saw the "Fengtian Times" signboard hanging on the light box outside the building, everything was clear.

The old elevator with a grille rattled slowly, gradually rising to the fifth floor.

Song Siyuan angrily pushed open the door of the newspaper, and this vigorous and resolute momentum shocked her colleagues to frequently turn their eyes sideways and turn their heads to each other.

She puffed over countless desks and knocked on the door that read "Editor-in-Chief's Office"!

"Come in!"

Hearing someone in the office answering, Song Siyuan pushed open the door and asked straight to the point:

"Editor-in-chief, why did you give me a special topic, and you didn't even give a chance to publish a single article!"

Compared with Song Siyuan's sharp teeth, the voice inside is wide and elegant:

"Hehe, since you are here, Uncle Yi will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

In a word, extinguishing Song Siyuan's anger, she calmed down only to realize that she had just lost her temper, and she was all seen by Yue Guanchao.

She looked at Yue Guanchao with a red cheek, this man pretended that nothing happened, and he looked like a good show.

"You two sit on the couch and wait, and then I'll talk about it later."

Yue Guanchao nodded, and took the brother to sit on the sofa chair next to the editor-in-chief's room.

The office door squeaked, and the sound inside was dim and inaudible.

Song Siyuan sat on the sofa in front of the desk and looked at Yi Jianghong, who was writing at the desk, he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and behaved lightly.

"Uncle Yi, I remember when I submitted this topic, you praised me for the value of my news, and I just finished writing the article, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"Don't you want to talk!"

Fengtian Times has always been to "inspire the people's wisdom and dare to be the first in the world" as the purpose of running the newspaper, in the past ten years of publication sharp, objective and true, deeply loved by intellectuals, is the only non-governmental newspaper that can compete with the Western "Far Eastern Gazette"!

Now, the editor-in-chief Yi Jianghong has withdrawn the once-in-a-decade mega social news, which she can't understand at all!

"Hehe, look at you, you are usually gentle and gentle, and you are in a hurry when you encounter something."

Editor-in-chief Yi was still not angry, she was like a punch on cotton, unable to provoke a reaction.

"Come on, come on, take a sip of tea, and go smoothly~"

Editor-in-chief Yi picked up the rosewood tea tray, poured a cup of tea and pushed it to her, Song Siyuan also wanted to know the reason, took the tea and tasted it slowly.

"I know what you mean, you want to make a special feature about Tang Dianrong, so that you can make a name for yourself in the domestic journalist community and become a famous writer, right?"

Song Siyuan opened her mouth and wanted to refute but couldn't.

She had to admit that she was willing to take the risk of going to Witch Coffin Town because she wanted to take this step, if not, she didn't need to take the risk herself, and almost lost her life.

"Don't you think I'm particularly utilitarian?"

Song Siyuan looked at Yi Jianghong with a calm face, but she couldn't guess his thoughts.

Yi Jianghong put down the teacup:

"It's true, but it's understandable that any journalist who wants to stay in obscurity for a lifetime in journalism is not utilitarian."

"But don't you remember that?"

"When we treat the news, we must separate the false from the true, and seek verification if there are doubts."

Song Siyuan's eyes widened: "Of course I remember." ”

Yi Jianghong nodded slowly, and looked at her with an elegant face:

"I remember that you just came back from abroad, Uncle Yi said this on your first day of work, and what you said at the beginning was just to make you improve, don't waste your time."

"Today, Uncle Yi has another message for you."

"What?"

Song Siyuan wants to know what is more important than recording news events truthfully!

"Journalists are the second to do news, and protecting their own safety is the first priority, it is valuable to sacrifice life and forget death, but you are still young, why bother to destroy your future!"

As soon as these words came out, Song Siyuan immediately realized the deep meaning of Yi Jianghong's words:

"Uncle Yi, what you mean is that if I insist on making this news, my life will be in danger."

"I didn't say that, I just advised you not to work so hard."

No matter how stupid Song Siyuan is, she understands that Tang Dianrong's news is denied, there is definitely someone behind the ghost, she remembered the blank file she found before leaving, and she couldn't help but feel a chill in her back.

She decided to take a gamble, even if not for her own fame and fortune, she had to seek justice for the people of Witch Coffin Town:

"What if I have to publish this report? With your influence in the industry, you can't do nothing, right?"

Yi Jianghong coughed a few times to hide his panic:

"Siyuan, although your Uncle Yi is the leader of the Eastern Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the president of the Qimin Literary Society, he is not able to cover the sky with one hand, it is true that this Fengtian Times is a non-governmental journal, but people have to bow their heads under the eaves, I am just the editor-in-chief, and I still have to listen to the opinions of others."

Song Siyuan seemed to understand a little, she leaned close to Yi Jianghong's ear and muttered in a low voice, "Are you being threatened?" We can report it to the police department and see if they dare to threaten the newspaper. ”