Chapter 20

It should not be too late. Han Li settled down in the middle of the week. After eating, she put on her clothes and went out. He took the name and address of the publishing house from the newspaper and stopped a taxi to the publishing house headquarters in the middle of the week.

At this time, most of the people in the publishing house had already finished work, and they were walking outside the door. However, only when Zhou Zhong was walking inside, and the bustling stream of people collided with Zhou Zhong, it was very difficult for him to enter the interior of the building.

After finding out the relevant departments, it turns out that Zheng Dong didn't come to work today in order to avoid the wind. Zhou Zhong was so angry that his teeth were clenched. In any case, he had to dig out the reporter.

In the middle of the week, he went to the human resources department to get some information about Zheng Dong.

The door was hidden. Zhou Zhong pushed it gently and the door opened. Inside, a middle-aged man in his 30s and 40s was sorting out the documents. When he saw Zhou Zhong come in, he called to him.

"Hey, get out, get out, who are you? This is an important part of the company. Don't come in without permission!"

"Hello, I want to know Zheng Dong's address." Zhou said politely.

"Zheng Dong? When he goes to work, you're looking for him. We won't tell you. Hurry up, or I'll call the security guard! " The man was very impolite. He didn't give Zhou Zhong any room to discuss, so he turned Zhou Zhong out.

Zhou Zhong frowned. Unexpectedly, he ran into a nail here. However, he had an idea and walked outside again.

First, I went to the small supermarket across the road and bought two bags of Zhonghua. Then I went to the gatekeeper of the newspaper. The gatekeeper was a man in his fifties.

"Sir, please do something. Do you know Zheng Dong?" Zhou asked politely.

The old man looked at Zhou Zhong warily and asked, "yes, what can I do for you?"

Zhou Zhong said with a smile, "uncle, I have something to do with him, but he didn't come to work today. Can you tell me where he lives?"

Uncle immediately changed his face, shook his head and said: "no, you can't find him until he goes to work. I can't tell you."

The old man has been a guard in a newspaper office all the year round. These reporters are very clear that they may not always report anything, which will offend people, so they will not disclose their addresses under normal circumstances.

Zhou Zhong also understood this truth. He approached the master and lowered the two packs of cigarettes. Then he said with a smile, "master, do me a favor. I just want Zheng Dong to report something for me. I don't want to trouble him, and I will never say that you told me."

The old man looked at the two packs of cigarettes, and immediately some heart, and listen to Zhou Zhong's meaning is not to find Zheng Dong to settle accounts, but to ask Zheng Dong to do business. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know Zheng Dong's address."

Zhou Zhong said in a low voice, "the human resources department must have it, sir. You must have a way, right?"

The uncle looked at the two packages of Zhonghua again, gritted his teeth, picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello, director Guo. I'm Lao Li. There's an express from Zheng Dong. It seems that fresh food can't be stored. Where is Zheng Dong's family? I'll send it directly."

"Ah, well, I see."

Uncle nodded and wrote down an address, then put down the phone and gave the address to Zhou Zhong.

"Thank you, master Deler." Zhou Zhong got the address in a good mood. He waved to the guard and walked away.

The doorman also picked up the two packs of cigarettes. He looked like a baby.

Zhou Zhong stopped a taxi, handed the note to the taxi driver, and said nothing.

Seeing that the name on the note was familiar, the driver asked Zhou Zhong if he was a reporter who reported corruption that day?

Zhou didn't answer him, but he said to himself, saying that this reporter is really brave. The vice mayor has been in power for so many years, the common people have long been dissatisfied with it. If it were not for the oil and water to be made, who would have worked so hard for so long.

This is what the society is like. Zhou Zhong thinks that once public opinion is formed, no matter how good the person is, how many good things he has done, he will be abandoned by others. Zhou Zhong thinks that he must find Zheng Dong and ask him why he did this.

The car turned left and right and stopped at a small lane. The driver refused to go in again. He was afraid of danger and paid the fare. Zhou Zhong walked in along the address of the note.

A small attic, dilapidated, weeks have not yet been upstairs, to see a young man carrying a SLR and a man in suits standing together, as if talking about something.

"Three generations of SLR are poor, photography destroys life." Zhou Zhong had only this idea in his mind. The reporter must have been Zheng Dong. Looking at the way he held the camera tightly on his body, Zhou felt a little funny.

At this time, Zhou Zhong's ear again faintly came the voice of two people's conversation. Zhou Zhong found a strong tree and hid for fear of being found. He secretly listened to their conversation.

"Don't you remember that the article of" Wu Wan Li "was not written before the mayor was still in wuwanli

After that, the man in suit gave his bag to Zheng Dong. It looked heavy. After only blinking in the middle of the week, he could see that there was money in it. Now he understood that, in the final analysis, it was not vice mayor Han who took bribes, but this reporter, and the man in suit. He must not be a good guy."You see, you're so polite. I'll try my best to do whatever you want." Zhou saw Zheng Dong's flattering smile on his face, only felt a little disgusting.

It was late. The man in suit looked at his watch and looked around to make sure there was no one around. He patted Zheng Dong on the shoulder and took a short cut.

This is only Zheng Dong, and Zhou Zhong hiding behind the tree. Zhou Zhong hasn't jumped out yet. He wants to see what Zheng Dong is going to do next.

Zheng Dong just looked around like a man in a suit. He was very alert.

Zheng Dong didn't go upstairs immediately. He gently opened the bag that the man in suit had just given him, glanced through the seam, and then reached out to touch it. Only then did he take the SLR with satisfaction and carry the bag to go upstairs.

Zhou Zhong followed Zheng Dong upstairs all the time. When Zheng Dong opened the door, Zhou Zhong rushed up directly.

"Don't shout, be honest!"

Zheng Dong can think of a person who will come out suddenly. He is so scared that he shivers and turns around to see what happened.

Seeing that Zhou Zhong was the one he had never met before, Zheng Dong was vigilant to protect the bag with money in his hand guard and the SLR after his body guard. These two were his treasures, and it was not good to lose one. Seeing that Zhou Zhong was not good at it, he thought he wanted to rob him of his money, so he decided to take the first step.

"What are you doing? I called the police! "

Zheng Dong hurriedly back two steps, afraid that Zhou Zhong suddenly rushed up to grab his bag.

"Are you Zheng Dong?" Zhou Zhong saw Zheng Dong was just entering the society. He thought that he couldn't run anyway. It's better to spend time with him and talk about it by the way.

"Yes, how do you know me?"

Zheng Dong was very puzzled. He didn't know why a stranger who had never met before would know his name. Maybe he even knew what he had written about the untrue report. However, when he thought about it, it was not nonsense. His name was published in the newspaper. Who would not know.

If I knew this, I would have given the title of anonymity at the beginning. It's all my fault. I have to use my real name to say that seeking truth from facts is what a good journalist should do.

But Zheng Dong's heart is still a little flustered, from the tone of his voice can be heard.

"What do you want from me?"

Without waiting for Zhou Zhong to speak, Zheng Dong asked in a hurry. Zhou Zhong sneered, approached Zheng Dong step by step and asked him, "why did you write that article?"

Zheng Dong doesn't even have to think about it. Since he wrote an article about Vice Mayor Han, Zheng Dong's phone calls have never stopped. He is either congratulating him, daring to tell the truth and being praised by the world. He is envious of the people who have become famous at one stroke and have made a great success.

When dealing with these people, Zheng Dong usually fights and laughs, and then he passes away. After all, he knows how his articles are written, but his writing is too real and no one doubts it.

However, looking at Zhou Zhong, he didn't look very happy. Although Zheng Dong hoped that Zhou Zhong was also a small reporter and came to seek advice from his "predecessors" on the way to success, he was still worried, so he pretended that he didn't know anything.

"What article? I've written more articles. "

Zhou Zhong took a lunge and grabbed him by the shoulder, which almost made him fall.

"Yesterday's front page headlines, don't pretend to be stupid here! Why do you frame Vice Mayor Han! Who has given you the good! "

As Zhou Zhong said this, he tugged at the backpack that the man in suit had just given him. When he pulled it hard, the bag was torn, and the money in it also came out, flying freely in the air.

Zheng Dong, seeing that the matter was revealed, showed a very poor and vicious expression. He didn't care to pick up money. He struggled to jump on Zhou Zhong. In a flash, he threw himself into the air.

Zhou Zhong tugged at his collar and asked, "come on, who told you to do this?"

"There's no one. I want that myself..."

Although Zheng Dong is at a disadvantage, he doesn't want to just listen to Zhou Zhong. He thinks he is a journalist at all. Zhou Zhong's doing this is an insult to himself and his career.

So I bite my teeth and die without saying a word.

Zhou Zhong is in a hurry. You are unkind. Don't blame me for being unjust. Holding Zheng Dong's head, you are ready to bump into the wall. In fact, Zhou Zhong just blustered him. After all, Zhou Zhong knew from a young age that a gentleman would never take the lead in using force. What's more, he knows more clearly that his jiuxiao Yulong Jue has reached the first level, even if you move it slightly Fingers, this Zheng East Africa injury is disabled.

But this time, Zheng Dong was very frightened and quickly begged for mercy.

"I said, I said, you let me go, I said!"

So Zhou Zhong let him go. Zheng Dong tidied up his clothes, had a hairstyle, and spent his time leisurely. In the middle of the week, he only used one color. Zheng Dong told the truth honestly.

It turns out that Zheng Dong is only doing things according to orders. The only person he has contact with is the man in suit. However, he is not very clear about what the man in suit does. He is only given a task by the superior to let him "take over the work" from the man in suit. He just does it. He doesn't make any money. He is stupid.