It was very rare for such a pretty little girl to take the initiative to chat with him.
When Hong Xiaoji gave him a smile, he started talking.
"Isn't that right? Uncle, please stop talking nonsense. You are really good at calculating. Why didn't you calculate that you would be hit? Why didn't you hide away?"
Hong Xiaoji's speech was no slower than Liu Dan's, and it started with a bang.
"Why hide?" The uncle was amused by Hong Xiaoji.
Hong Xiaoji's eyes widened on the spot: "Uncle, what's going on with you? Is it possible that you deliberately got hit by that big iron frame? That almost killed you."
The uncle almost wanted to sit up and say something to Hong Xiaoji carefully, but he looked at Jiang Ce.
I endured it again.
Jiang Ce immediately became unhappy: "Uncle, do you have anything to say that it won't feel uncomfortable if you hold it in?"
The uncle seemed to have remembered something, shook his head and said: "No, there's nothing else to say. Anyway, I'd like to thank you today. Hey, what's your relationship with that boss?"
"What does it have to do with it? I have only been in Huacheng for less than a month. I just stayed with an uncle from the construction team under him temporarily, and I just met him."
Jiang Ce went on to say, "What is your look like? As if you are guarding against thieves? Let me tell you, uncle, I carry a huge sum of money with me now. Be careful as soon as I get out of the car, I will take the money and run away without caring about you."
The big man didn't seem to have a shrewd eye, he laughed and looked at the bag in Jiang Ce's hand.
There is really a huge sum of money in it.
The big man was smiling, as if the injury was worth it.
Jiang Ce couldn't hold back anymore: "I said, uncle, what do you enjoy? Are you so happy when you go to the hospital?"
"Oh, young man, you don't understand. Oh, I can't tell you anyway. I can't tell either."
The big man seemed to have something indeed, but for some reason, he just didn't want to say it, and he seemed a little unable to hold it in.
Jiang Ce looked at Hong Xiaoji and exchanged glances. It seemed that it was a bit difficult to pull out some information at once, so he had to take his time to formulate the words.
Because Jiang Ce and Boss Zhao knew each other, the uncle was definitely wary of Jiang Ce.
Therefore, this heavy responsibility can only be left to Jiang Xiaoji.
"Hey, this girl? Are you his girlfriend?" The uncle suddenly became curious about this question.
Hong Xiaoji was caught off guard and denied decisively: "No. I'm not familiar with him."
"Then why are you following?"
"I'm not here with him. I'm here to talk about the news." Hong Xiaoji suddenly remembered why he went to that place.
After getting in touch with each other, I decided to reveal my identity and purpose.
The uncle became excited again: "Hey, you are that, a reporter from a daily newspaper, right?"
Jiang Ce suddenly grasped the key point. As reporters, he and she had never been exposed just now.
Why does he seem to know?
This time he pretended not to know and hugged the bag tightly.
Hong Xiaoji's eyes lit up: "Uncle, are you really good at pinching me? Isn't it too powerful? I am a reporter from Huacheng Daily. My surname is Hong, you can just call me Xiao Hong."
"Oh, Xiaohong, hello, hello. Well, are you going to take a photo of me or something? Will it be published in the newspaper tomorrow? Will it have my photo on it?"
…
Is this uncle's brain burned out?
Then, Hong Xiaoji actually picked up the camera and started taking pictures of him.
The uncle was very cooperative, and quickly covered the wound and pulled up the corners of his mouth, as if he was in pain.
After taking several pictures in succession, Hong Xiaoji put the camera down.
"Hey, little reporter, can you show me what you just took? Let me see if it looks photogenic?"
Hong Xiaoji smiled and pulled out the photo to show him.
Not to mention, Hong Xiaoji is pretty good at taking photos. Of course, her equipment is also top-notch, at least five or six times better than Jiang Ce's second-hand equipment.
"Well, it's really good. Uncle, with your image, this pain, and the current issue of migrant workers, I can make a big article about it."
The big man smiled so hard that his eyes were closed: "So, can we really report it to the newspaper? Can you see me in the newspaper tomorrow?"
Hong Xiaoji pretended to think for a moment: "Tomorrow will probably be more difficult. I still have to write, and the editor has to review it. Moreover, just because you are so slightly injured, I'm afraid you may not be able to go on. There are no other more things involved.
, Hey! It’s hard to handle, it’s hard to handle.”
The big man was anxious: "Didn't I agree that I could get in? Why can't I get in? Then, wasn't this photo taken in vain?"
Jiang Ce wanted to laugh, this guy really wanted to report it to the police?
"The shooting can't be in vain. I have to find a way to get some content out before I can submit it. There are so many content every day, so I'm afraid that this kind of thing may not be on my page."
Big guys don’t understand, anyway, whatever Hong Xiaoji says is what he said.
The big man opened his eyes wide, looked at the camera carefully, and then at Hong Xiaoji.
"How about you go check out the company behind the iron shelf? Maybe there's something big going on inside?"
Hong Xiaoji's eyes lit up: "Hey, you really gave me an idea when you mentioned it like this. How did you come up with it? Do you know that the company behind the project is not successful? Isn't it that Boss Zhao? He can
What's the problem?"
"He, he is a newly rich man. If he says there is a problem, it is considered a problem. If he says there is no problem, it is not a problem. But it is the companies behind him that have problems. "
Are you so sure, uncle?
Hong Xiaoji looked at Jiang Ce, and there was light shining in both of their eyes.
"Real or fake? Isn't it just a small construction site? What's the problem? Uncle, what kind of company is behind Boss Zhao? What's its background?"
The big man glanced at Jiang Ce and said, "Hey, young man, please step back. I'll tell the little girl."
Jiang Ce looked at him helplessly and moved his body towards the back of the car.
Seeing that Jiang Ce was sitting far away, the big man lowered his voice and said to Hong Xiaoji: "Comrade young reporter, let me tell you, the little boss of the construction team is just a small role, nothing big. He just takes care of projects everywhere.
That kind of.
But giving this project to his company is a big deal. I heard that it is a big real estate company that wants to contract the entire demolition and reconstruction project of Xian Village. Then, this big real estate company will take care of the image of the surrounding areas.
It was contracted to a big advertising company, and this advertising company gave the construction work of the iron frame and other work to Boss Zhao and others."
Hong Xiaoji frowned: "Why is it so complicated? But does it have anything to do with today's accident? This kind of project is inherently complex."
"Of course there is a relationship, but what is the relationship and what is the specific inside story? Isn't it up to you to dig it out?"
The uncle probably heard some superficial information from others.
"Okay, it can be considered a direction that can be investigated. Hey, uncle, how come you know everything? You didn't know about their relationship before, did you? Didn't you just happen to pass by?"
Hong Xiaoji finally asked the key question.
The uncle was about to say more when the car suddenly stopped. It turned out that he had arrived at the hospital.
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