"Do you have the right to go to the grassroots level for interviews now?" Lu Rui smiled and said to Wang Xueting.
Wang Xueting snorted with her nose and said angrily: "I have only been working for a few days, how could I have that power? I'm just following Teacher Fang to run errands."
"Teacher Fang?" Lu Rui frowned and repeated subconsciously.
With a giggle, Wang Xueting nodded and said, "Teacher Fang is the oldest reporter in our newspaper or the chief reporter. He has been a reporter for 27 years this year. He is the most famous reporter in our province..."
Lu Rui was speechless for a moment. He was just thinking about what kind of person this teacher Fang needed. Unexpectedly, this little girl had already started to brag about her teacher.
Finally, when Wang Xueting said she was tired and rested, Lu Rui had time to speak, "I have something to say, and I will go back and have someone fax it to you. You can show it to your teacher. Remember, I will only show it to him alone, and there is no need to be an editor-in-chief, do you understand?"
Wang Xueting nodded. She always obeyed Lu Rui's words.
As he slowly started the car, Lu Rui drove towards Wang Maode's dormitory of the county bureau, he thought to himself that it seemed that there would be a good show again.
He had already remembered who Teacher Fang was mentioned by Wang Xueting.
Fang Qingyuan, chief reporter of G Provincial Daily, although Lu Rui has not been in G Provincial, he has been famous for this old journalist who is as fierce as a fire and hates evil for a long time. Fang Qingyuan is a TV reporter and later transferred to G Provincial Daily. He is famous for reporting major news in the province. In his more than 20 years of experience, he has reported countless major events, and is famous for his fierce as a fire and honesty. Most importantly, Lu Rui also learned a news from Huang Bowen that the reason why this old man, who is nearly sixty, is safe after reporting many news is because he has a good brother.
The State Administration of Press and Publication, also known as the State Copyright Administration, is a direct affiliated institution in charge of the press and publishing industry and copyright management of the State Council. In terms of copyright management, it exercises its powers independently in the name of the State Copyright Administration, and is in charge of the national press and publishing industry and copyright management of the country.
Fang Qingyuan's younger brother Fang Qingping has served as deputy director and director of the General Administration of Press and Publication.
With such a younger brother, Fang Qingyuan was able to rest assured and worked as a reporter for so many years.
According to Huang Bowen's introduction to Lu Rui, this Fang Qingyuan reporter hated the violations of certain departments. He would never let him go every time there was such news. So Lu Rui planned to ask Wang Xueting to show him the information that Wang Maode had in his hands, hoping it would be helpful.
When the car was about to reach the *** stage, Lu Rui thought about it and stopped the car. He simply called Wang Maode, explained the specific matter, and told Wang Xueting's mobile phone number. Lu Rui felt that he should not show it too obvious, so as not to find the reporter Fang again, and he didn't want to become famous.
As for what to do specifically, Lu Rui believes that Wang Maode will tell Wang Xueting.
At around 5 p.m. that day, Fang Qingyuan's office was gently knocked from outside on the fourth floor of the southernmost part of the G Provincial Daily Newspaper Building.
"Who?" Fang Qingyuan is fifty-six years old this year and is about to retire, so he is getting older and stronger. In the entire newspaper, even the editor-in-chief dares to curse. The nobleness of intellectuals is fully interpreted in this old man. His thin face and bright eyes seem to penetrate the eyes of people's hearts. Many young reporters from newspapers often feel a little afraid when they enter this office.
People who often go to newspapers know that Teacher Fang hates people who break into his office when he writes his articles. Even if he is the editor-in-chief or even the editor-in-chief, as long as he violates his taboo, the old man promises to get angry and often curse without mercy.
"Teacher, it's me." A pleasant voice rang in the office.
"Well, Tingting, why is it you? Didn't you get off work? Haven't you been back yet?" Seeing that it was Wang Xueting, Fang Qingyuan smiled. Her little apprentice was very good, innocent and charming, very much like when she entered this industry. At first, she thought she had come in by relationships and was the kind of guy who made a living, but she didn't expect that the little girl was serious in everything and really wanted to do a good job as a reporter. This made Fang Qingyuan very happy. He had no worries in his life, but he was quite regretful that he had no idea about his career. Although his younger brother had said more than once that he wanted him to go to Beijing, Fang Qingyuan still couldn't bear to leave this land and was willing to be a reporter in G Province.
"Teacher, I'm going to your house to eat fish today, and the teacher's wife has agreed." Wang Xueting said with a smile, pulling Fang Qingyuan's arm and smiling.
If someone dared to speak like this in front of Fang Qingyuan, he would have been furious. However, if Wang Xueting said this, he felt that this girl was innocent and cute to the point. It was like looking at her own daughter.
"You, have you made a mistake? Otherwise, why would you want to go to our house to eat and drink? You also called your teacher's wife in advance." He reached out and clicked on Wang Xueting's forehead. Fang Qingyuan's serious face looked a little smile: "I'll tell you that I will make the manuscript wrong next time, let's see how I deal with you!"
"I know..." Wang Xueting raised her voice and said with a smile: "Teacher, I have something to tell you."
Fang Qingyuan smiled: "I knew you had something to do, let's talk, what's the matter?"
Take out a stack of information and photos from his small bag, and put it on Fang Qingyuan's desk. He sat on a chair and said, "This is something that just happened in my hometown. You can take a look first."
Fang Qingyuan was stunned. He was already very familiar with Wang Xueting now, so he naturally knew that his apprentice's family was from Bifang City. Is this news that happened in Bifang City?
Slowly sitting on the chair, picking up the material that Wang Xueting placed on it, Fang Qingyuan put on reading glasses and started looking.
Gradually, Fang Qingyuan's face became serious, his thick eyebrows frowned, and his face gradually changed from serious to angry.
When he picked up the photos, his face turned blue. Regardless of Wang Xueting's presence, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself. His fingers were trembling. He took a deep breath of cigarette. Fang Qingyuan wanted to point at the leaders of Dahong County and Bifang City to curse.
"Some of our leading cadres are not thinking about how to let the people live a good life, but always thinking about whitewashing the peace and how to cover up when something goes wrong. They don't think about it carefully, what to cover up? What to cover up? Foreigners are humans, but Chinese are not humans? Who are they officials for and who are they talking for?"
Sighing deeply, Fang Qingyuan said angrily: "Xiao Wang, can you guarantee the authenticity of this material?"
Wang Xueting took a few steps forward and patted the old man gently on the back, diverting the old man's attention: "Teacher, these things were handed over to me by the suspended director of the *** in the material. To be honest, I hesitated if I want to tell you. After all, this matter is not a good thing. Once it is reported, I am afraid..."
"What do you know?" Fang Qingyuan glared at Wang Xueting fiercely, and said in a stern tone: "We are journalists, we want to report these real events. Whether it is good or bad, as long as there is evidence or facts, we must report them as journalists. Do we have to watch such ugly things happen?"
Pressing the cigarette in his hand hard into the ashtray, Fang Qingyuan said to Wang Xueting: "You call your teacher's wife. I won't go back tonight. I'll call a car and we'll leave right away."
Wang Xueting was stunned: "What? Let's go right now?"
"Well, let's leave immediately. Go to Dahong County first. I want to see if that heaven and earth are really so powerful."
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The next morning, at the entrance of the Heaven and Earthly World in Dahong County.
Looking at the entertainment city that was still open in front of him, Fang Qingyuan's brows gradually frowned, and asked Wang Xueting to wait for him in the car. The old man walked inside.
"Hey hey hey..." A security guard saw the old man walking towards this side and reached out to stop him, "Old man, this is not a place you can enter casually."
A cold light flashed in Fang Qingyuan's eyes, and he stopped and looked at the man and said, "What's going on? Isn't this a entertainment city?"
The security guard laughed and said to his colleague: "I always encounter interesting things these two days. What kind of city and county leaders were the day before yesterday? Today I am an old man. I said, "Old man, how old are you? This place is not something you can get in."
Frowning, Fang Qingyuan said, "It's just a entertainment city, I'll just spend money."
Several security guards burst into laughter, and the last person said, "Old man, this is a entertainment city for the best people. It does not accept Chinese people. If you can let you in a few days ago, the wind is too tight these days, you should go back. Let's wait until you have nothing to do later."
Fang Qingyuan was stunned and asked back: "Is there no problem?"
The security guard smiled and said, "No one else can't do it, but who is the big boss here? He is a person with a background in heaven. The day before yesterday, my brothers and I was having tea at the county bureau, but they are still open today? But they have been strictly controlled these days. Except for the people, others will not let them in. You can come and have fun again the next day."
Fang Qingyuan returned to the car, looked at Wang Xueting with a gloomy face, took out the tape recorder he put in his pocket, and said lightly: "It seems that there is a little background here. You can join forces with the director of the *** bureau. If it is convenient for him, I want to meet him and talk to him."
Wang Xueting nodded, took out the phone and dialed Wang Maode's mobile phone number.
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Two days later, in the morning of the Bifang Municipal Party Committee *** Office, Zhang Haorong looked at Zhou Tongfang sitting in front of him, picked up the teacup and took a sip and said, "How is Mayor Zhang?"
Zhou Tongfang smiled slightly and said with a complacent smile: "Don't worry, Mayor Zhang has no objection. What he has to face now is the blame from the *** consulate and the provincial party committee. How can he have time to take care of other things? It's so busy."
Zhang Haorong nodded: "The Municipal Bureau has done a good job this time. Lao Zhou, please go and take a look."