Zong Lu stopped pestering her, stared at her deeply, and stepped into the elevator:
"goodbye."
…
Ling Wanwan returned to the office, and sure enough, the editor-in-chief was already waiting next to her desk:
"Ling Wanwan, what's wrong with you?"
Ling Wanwan put on an innocent face: "Chief Editor, I really can't take it. You know how many cases I have on hand."
After all, Ling Wanwan was his beloved general, and she had watched her grow up. The editor-in-chief scolded her, but he would not really punish her. He just sighed and glanced at the door:
"Boss Zong isn't angry, is he?"
"Why are you angry? How can such a big boss be so small-minded?"
The editor-in-chief breathed a sigh of relief: "This is said to be the son of the Jingzhou Zong family. Do you know who the Jingzhou Zong family is? It has been a family for hundreds of years. The Zong family's industries can be found all over Jingzhou and China. This time in Tan
The company in Chengdu has also just been established. If we can build a good relationship with the Zong family, it will be helpful to us. In the future, it will be better to sponsor and advertise. Wanwan, I think Boss Zong appreciates you very much. In the future, we can
You can’t have this attitude anymore!”
Except for Yun Mo, a close colleague and friend, Ling Wanwan didn't even mention her relationship with Su Mi in the club, let alone say that she and Zong Lu knew each other, she just said haha: "Yeah, yeah
, Got it." Seeing his superior about to leave, he thought of something and shouted:
"Chief Editor, I want to go to Gang City in advance to cover the case of the blood selling group. I will leave tomorrow."
The editor-in-chief was confused: "So soon? Aren't you going next week?"
Ling Wanwan nodded frequently: "Well, I've almost finished handling the cases at hand. I want to finish that one this morning."
In fact, it was Zong Lulin's words of "goodbye" when he entered the elevator that scared her.
I was afraid that he would come to the newspaper office again to look for me.
It’s better to leave Tancheng during this period.
*
At noon the next day, Ling Wanwan dragged her suitcase to Gang City.
This time I just want to covertly interview a blood selling group in Gang City.
According to the information she collected, this blood selling organization has been established in Gang City for several years and often recruits people who need money to sell blood.
It's obviously illegal.
This organization has been cracked down and banned by the local police several times, but it has resurrected every time and has been lingering, which is very troublesome.
This blood selling group has always been a target of interest to the media.
Ling Wanwan is no exception and has long wanted to secretly break into the inside.
The preparations this time were quite adequate.
After spending a lot of time and effort, she contacted someone online some time ago who had done business with a blood selling group, that is, someone who had sold blood.
Within the group, such people are called "blood sheep".
The blood sheep said that he was going to sell blood again soon.
Ling Wanwan gave this blood sheep a red envelope online, and promised that if he could help her sneak into the interview, she would give him another red envelope afterwards.
Xue Yang was moved and agreed.
Today they made an appointment to meet in Gang City.
Ling Wanwan went to a hotel near the high-speed rail station to drop off her luggage and contacted Xueyang online.
When they met, Ling Wanwan took a breath. This blood sheep was actually a young boy of only twelve or thirteen years old. He said that he called him a puppy.
He was thin, pale, and looked malnourished.
She frowned: "How old are you to sell blood? How many times have you sold it?"
The puppy scratched the back of its neck, lazily, and said disapprovingly: "Seven or eight times, I don't remember."
Seven or eight times? Ling Wanwan took a breath: "Does your family not care about you?"
The puppy said: "My parents have died long ago, and grandma is ill. Why do you care? I don't sell blood, so why don't you give me money to support the family?"
Ling Wanwan paused and said in a gentler voice: "You can't sell your blood, there is always someone who can help you."
The puppy got impatient: "What are you talking about? Do you still want to be interviewed? I made an appointment with them and will go there right away. If you want to go, just come with us."
Ling Wanwan saw him turning around to leave, so she could only follow him.
If the Internet had known that this blood sheep was a half-grown child, she would not have looked for him at all.
That's all, let's wait until the unannounced visit is over and then give this kid some good advice.
Although Ling Wanwan was young, he was very experienced in dealing with things. He saw Ling Wanwan, the fat sheep, following him, so he hailed a taxi and went to the suburbs with her.
For this reason, Ling Wanwan paid a taxi fare of 109 yuan.
The place where the blood selling group trades is an old abandoned building, the kind that no one has taken over since it was demolished.
There was a blond man with flowery arms guarding the door.
The puppy took Ling Wanwan over and said hello.
The man was very familiar with the young boy, but he still looked at the woman beside him warily: "This is the new blood sheep you brought today? Is it reliable?"
The puppy smiled and said: "How can the people brought by Mr. Dog be reliable?"
The man looked at Ling Wanwan and asked, "Why are you here selling blood?"
Because people who come to underground venues to sell blood are generally in very poor economic situations, Ling Wanwan also dressed up to suit the occasion.
Wearing a cheap plaid shirt, worn-out jeans, a pair of cheap sneakers, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a strawberry hairpin, she looked like a poor female student:
"My family needs surgery, which requires a lot of money. I'm still studying, so I can only come here."
With that said, he handed over the fake student ID card that he had prepared a long time ago and showed it to the man.
The man took a look and prepared to search him again. Ling Wanwan shouted shyly and retreated behind the young boy: "Don't be like this..."
The puppy smiled and said: "Brother, I am a college student, and this little girl has never even had a boyfriend. If you are so careless, people will be shy. I told you, I brought you here. What are you afraid of?"
The body search was just a formality. Since it was introduced by an acquaintance, the man was lazy and made a gesture.
The puppy pulled Ling Wanwan in.
Going up to the third floor, the entire floor was divided into small rooms.
Outside each small room, there are men dressed in social attire to guard them.
Ling Wanwan saw many people in ordinary clothes going in and out of those rooms. Those who came out had their arms pressed with disinfectant cotton, and most of their faces were a little pale.
Apparently they were all ‘blood sheep’ whose blood had been drawn just now.
Some of them may have smoked too much and staggered a little when walking.
There was an old man who fainted as soon as he came out. He was helped by other blood sheep and sat down beside him to regain his breath.
There was also a gatekeeper who was shouting at a middle-aged woman who had just finished drawing blood: "Only draw this much today? No, your blood is relatively scarce. If it is needed, add at least 100 milliliters."
The woman had a slutty face and was so skinny that she almost couldn't hold on anymore. She begged, "My body really can't bear it. Can you wait until I get home to recuperate before you come here?"
The man snorted: "If you leave, don't even think about coming back next time."
The woman obviously didn't want to lose such a way to make money, so she finally gritted her teeth and entered the room again.