Just when Commander Fatty got off the command vehicle and went to command the Flying Tigers on the spot, a man rolled out from under the command vehicle.
The man looked to be in his twenties. His face was full of excitement at the moment. He held a recording pen tightly in his hand and ran around to the back of the police brigade.
"Well? What do you do?"
"Stop, take out your ID!"
The police had already set up a cordon at the back. Let alone the command vehicle, outsiders couldn't even get forward.
A police officer guarding the cordon saw a kid running out of the cordon and immediately yelled at him.
But unexpectedly, the man ignored him and took out his ID card. He was not a policeman or a prison guard. The security officer was about to subdue the man and he looked closely at the press ID card.
When the reporters at the rear saw the man, they rushed towards him as if they had been given a shot of blood.
"How about it?"
"Ajun, how are you? What's the news?"
"What rescue plan has the police formulated? Have they taken action now?"
"Idiot, tell me quickly!"
A man who dares to fall in love is not an easy man. He is a well-known figure in the journalist circle. He is very courageous. His surname is Zeng Mingjun, and his nickname is bold. He once risked his life and rushed into a fire scene to get first-hand information for headlines, hence his name!
It was the same today. He had seen the chaotic scene before. Regardless of the danger, he crawled and sneaked under the police command vehicle. He stayed there for more than an hour and finally got first-hand information.
Zeng Jun's face was full of excitement and nervousness at this moment and he couldn't hide it. Faced with the questioning from his colleagues, he immediately drank:
"Shut up, you can ask for news. Since everyone is a part of the circle, I will definitely not eat alone. But I have worked hard for so long, so five thousand yuan is not an excessive amount of hard work. First come, first served, it will definitely make headlines.
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Zeng Jun was very shrewd. While he was hawking, he had already called his deputy, gave him the recorder, and asked him to report first.
After all, news is called news only if it is reported first, and if it is reported later, there is a big difference.
Wouldn't it be better to report it yourself and then sell it?
"Five thousand yuan, you robbed me!"
"Brother Jun, we are old friends. Five thousand is too expensive. How about one thousand?"
"Ajun, just accept it when it's good. You have to be content as a human being!"
The reporters actually knew in their hearts that the information that Zeng Jun had worked so hard to obtain could not be given to them for free, but when they heard the quotation, they were still in an uproar.
Five thousand yuan in the 1980s was really too expensive.
"Forget it if you don't buy it. It's better for me to report it exclusively. Don't blame me, Zeng Jun, for not telling you in advance. This news is related to Mr. Consul, as well as financial tycoon Huo Jingliang, Dingling Group's Shaodong Ding Shanben and others...
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"oh?"
Hearing what Zeng Jun said, many reporters became interested: With so many celebrities, could it be that they were ripped off by gangsters? This is definitely big news!
Promotion and salary increase are just around the corner!
It's no wonder they thought so. Everyone knows what's going on now. The gangsters have occupied the entire Cointreau Hotel, and the consul and others are attending an exhibition inside.
If they weren't being slaughtered, could it be that they were the ones slaughtering the gangsters?
If this is the case, that is even more explosive news!
Marrying Bai Fumei and reaching the pinnacle of life is no problem!
The reporters were like a cat clawing at someone's heart, eager to open Zeng Jun's mouth and let him continue to tell the story.
Unfortunately, after Zeng Jun finished his sentence, he stopped saying anything else and just stood there, staring at his colleagues with a smile on his face, waiting for reactions.
"What a fool! Okay, five thousand is five thousand. If this news is not worth it, Arjun, don't blame me for being rude." The impulsive reporter finally couldn't help it and began to pay for the news.
"I'll have one too!"
"And I……!"
And with the leader in charge, other reporters also hurriedly paid for it, fearing that others would have the news but they would not, and that it would be even worse to be fired when they return.
“Sorry, it’s already ten thousand now!”
Zeng Jun directly raised the price, not afraid that these people would not buy it. If he could spend 5,000, he would definitely take the bait of 10,000.
In the opinion of these reporters, if the news is really good enough, the expenses will be reimbursed after they return!
…………
After receiving the money, Zeng Jun directly burned a copy of the data in the recording pen without any ink.
For a time, British Consuls Bolson, Huo Jingliang, Ding Shanben, and Stanley Correctional Director Lei, after escaping from the clutches of the gangsters, bravely counterattacked and now occupy the top floor, waiting for police rescue.
This extremely legendary news spread like crazy.
Many reporters only felt that they had been tricked by Zeng Jun, and that they had simply followed the routine of a novel.
More reporters, regardless of the number, started writing articles with excitement on their faces, and noted that the source of the news was Zeng Jun.
They no longer care about reputation, they just want to publish this sensational news as soon as possible. As for the source, Zeng Jun, they are afraid that the news will be wrong and they can finally blame it on the other party.
At the same time, Kowloon Bay Villa in Hong Kong City.
The director of the Correctional Services Department and his wife were sitting on the sofa watching TV. It was ordinary but full of warmth.
Suddenly, the home landline phone rang, breaking the calm.
"Hey, who is looking for me so late?"
The director answered the phone with a somewhat impatient tone. What he didn't like the most was people disturbing him at night after get off work. He was an orthodox British man and had a clear distinction between work and get off work. For him, after work was family time. Already.
"Excuse me, is this Director James? I am Central Police Superintendent Huo Huajian!"
The person on the other end of the phone wasn't stupid. Hearing the unkind tone of the other person, he immediately signed up for his number.
"Oh? Superintendent of Central, what do you want from me?" The director was confused. He is from the Correctional Services Department, and the superintendent is from the Police Department. They are completely different departments, and he doesn't know anyone from Huo Huajian.
"Director, it's like this..."
Huo Huajian immediately gave an explanation and carefully informed the director of the current situation at the Cointreau Hotel.
"What? Is there such a thing? Correctional Director Lei? Just wait for me for ten minutes and I will get back to you in a moment."
After the director heard about the incident, he was surprised and happy.
What is shocking is that I never expected that something like this could happen in Hong Kong Comprehensive Market. Some gangsters dared to take noble people including Mr. Consul hostage.
Fortunately, Director of Corrections Lei, although his name is incomplete, is very familiar to him.
I remember that in the past two years, Stanley did have a Chief Correctional Officer, who was very skilled in prison management, and managed Stanley almost to the point of making "the world peaceful."
In addition, in the past two years, Yaoyang will receive a big red envelope during the New Year and holidays, not only during Eastern festivals, but also during Western festivals.
With double the happiness, it would be difficult for him not to remember Yaoyang!
But now I just don’t know if it’s him or not, after all, Mr. Consul couldn’t tell clearly.
Not to mention people with the same name and surname, there are so many people who bump into each other in the city of Hong Kong!
"Darling, what's going on?"
The director's wife, a British lady in her forties, saw the director's expression was different and couldn't help but speak.
"It's okay, oh, no, good thing! Honey, you watch TV first, I'll make a call."
The director said a few words casually and immediately called the Stanley warden. He needed to ask whether Lei Yaoyang was in Stanley at the moment and whether the person at the Cointreau Hotel was him.
Soon, after questioning the warden Bao Hanwen, the director confirmed that Lei Yaoyang was indeed on vacation, but the warden did not know his whereabouts.
At this time, the warden was almost 80% sure that it was Yaoyang. He immediately asked the warden on the phone to go to the scene immediately. He quickly changed into his uniform, said goodbye to his wife, and drove to the scene.
Stanley Correctional Institution heroically rescued the consul, it’s exciting to think about it!
Even though the director seems to be a good person, in fact he is far from the consul in terms of class, and he is not qualified to contact him at all.
Now if the incident is true, he will immediately have an excuse to make friends with Mr. Consul, so why not hurry up and set off? What are you waiting for! This chapter has been completed!