Material Empire

Listening to countless people praising his employees in front of him, Rong Zhongwei didn't feel proud at all, on the contrary, he was a little furious.

Ling Shijie was not an important person, and Rong Zhongwei didn't know much about him, but at least he knew that this guy was not such a noble person, let alone have the ability to make the governor even give him face. People say with certainty that Ling Shijie has done so many good things. Rong Zhongwei understands that most of them are deduced. As for who is bragging for Ling Shijie, Rong Zhongwei can't guess. He thinks there are nine out of ten It was Ling Shijie who was hyping himself up.

Being a reporter is the same as running a newspaper in some respects, that is, to hype both news points and yourself. For example, if a small civil servant stomped an old man's feet, and immediately apologized and lost money, you have to say that a powerful corrupt official sent someone to chop off the old man's feet, and everyone dared to be angry but dare not speak out In the end, the reporter of this newspaper stepped forward and exposed the incident at the risk of being beaten by more than 800 big insiders. Only then did the old man get justice.

Hype is what it should be, but it is a bit too much to hype yourself to the point of being omnipotent. And because of my own hype, hundreds of people from all over the world went to the South Director to complain to Master Qingtian, this is unbearable.

At this time, the traffic police came to Rong Zhongwei and Tian Yugao. He didn't know Rong Zhongwei, but he knew Tian Yugao who was in charge of administrative affairs. With a somewhat distressed look on his face, he said to Tian Yugao: "Director Tian, ​​are you engaging in activities? Can you clear up the crowd, or it will not affect the traffic."

Tian Yugao looked back at the road, only to see that half of the road was blocked. On the one hand, the editors and reporters of the South Guide couldn't enter the gate, and they all stopped on the road. On the other hand, there were some petitioners standing on the road in twos and threes pointing, which also caused congestion. He turned his head and asked Rong Zhongwei for instructions: "Mr. Rong, what do you think about this matter? I have been persuading them for a long time just now, telling them not to block the door, but they didn't listen to anyone."

"This..." Rong Zhongwei was also in a dilemma. People who can travel thousands of miles to petition and complain are more or less paranoid. For such people, persuasion and intimidation will not work. It's none of his business to let them block the entrance of Nandao and affect the city's traffic, but outsiders seem to think that Nandao has done something outrageous and people blocked the door. This social influence is really too bad up.

"If it doesn't work, let them in. Let the security control the situation, arrange for them to wait in the yard, and then arrange for a few social news reporters to contact them, listen to their grievances, and then send them away .” Rong Zhongwei explained.

If Rong Zhongwei could have foreseen the consequences of his decision, killing him would not have given the order to let the petitioners enter the courtyard. As soon as the gate of Nandao's courtyard was opened, the petitioners burst into cheers, and then poured into the compound like uprising soldiers shouting "Ula" and storming into the Winter Palace.

The petitioners who entered the yard were not so easy to control. They entered whenever they saw the door, sat wherever they saw, and ate whatever they saw. A large group of petitioners ran to the toilet for convenience. There were not enough urinals, so they just found a corner to make a point. Some petitioners occupied the washbasin, took out their toothbrushes and towels and began to wash, and even lifted their stinky feet up to rinse, making the smell of salted fish everywhere. Some petitioners took instant noodles and found boiling water everywhere, and squatted in the corridor to eat after they were finished, and even threw seasoning packets all over the corridor.

After eating and eating, the petitioners began to break into the reporter's office to complain. They didn't care who they were, and they just dragged anyone and began to tell their grievances. Rubbing on the body. The administration department, finance department, computer room and other departments were not spared either. A scarred man rushed into the cashier's office, knelt on the ground and wailed loudly as soon as he entered the door, scaring several pretty young accountants to run away.

The security guards at Nantong were busy maintaining order, but the heroes couldn't stand the crowd. They blocked one end and slipped the other. Petitioners are best at crying, making trouble, and hanging themselves. Whenever they are stopped by security guards, they kneel down and cry, and there is even a middle-aged woman with a vicissitudes of life. The security guards are all young men. After going through such a situation, everyone was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

Under the protection of several security guards, Rong Zhongwei broke through the siege of petitioners and entered his office. As soon as he entered the door, he heard several phones on the table ringing like crazy. When he grabbed them, they were all asking what happened and why so many petitioners were raging in the group. .

"You must appease these people, find a way to calm them down, and stop causing trouble." Rong Zhongwei instructed all departments. At this time, if there is a quarrel or fight between an employee and a petitioner, it will not end. If these hundreds of people fight in the group, the loss will be immeasurable. Petitioners regard themselves as dead lives and are fearless. Even if the police are called to arrest them, it is just a few more days of free prison food for them, and it cannot scare them. But Nan Dao Group is different. Anything you bump into is your own property. Who can afford such a game?

After explaining to the various departments, Rong Zhongwei dialed the phone number of Ling Shijie's editorial department, and ordered the director of the editorial department, Han Bo, to come to his office immediately, and he wanted to ask the whole story in person.

The editorial department and Rong Zhongwei's office are only two floors apart. Usually, it only takes two or three minutes for Rong Zhongwei to call someone over. But this time, Rong Zhongwei waited for a quarter of an hour before he heard Han Bo's knock on the door, followed by the confrontation between the security guards guarding the door and the petitioners.

"Come in!" Rong Zhongwei responded.

Han Bo opened the door and came in. He usually pays attention to his appearance, but now his clothes are messy and his tie is loose. Seeing Rong Zhongwei, Han Bo started crying: "Mr. Rong, I can't stay in this building anymore. There are seven or eight people crowded in my office. As soon as I go out, I will be dragged to complain. If I don't finish listening, I won't let you go." Let's go, look back, I don't know where my wallet is..."

Rong Zhongwei didn't answer his words, but asked with a dark face: "Let me ask you, what topic has Ling Shijie been running on these days?"

"Ling Shijie?" Han Bo was stunned, what's the matter? The group was about to be ransacked, and the editor-in-chief was still thinking about Ling Shijie's topic selection. This is the real love.

"He...he told me that he went to Yanning to catch a group of manuscripts, and just published an article two days ago, which was about Yanning's management of small iron and steel. You also said that the manuscript was very good and published a full page. "Han Bo said.

"Little steel, is that the one about a peasant woman committing suicide by drinking pesticide?" Rong Zhongwei remembered that there was indeed such a manuscript, and the text and pictures were enough to sensualize. He didn't remember this incident just now because he didn't notice at all that it was written by Ling Shijie. After all, Ling Shijie is not a person with a sense of existence.

"Is there anything special about him?" Rong Zhongwei asked again.

Han Bo didn't know anything, and since the leader asked him, he could only tell everything: "He is...he is not very good, but sometimes he likes to be clever, so he can find things that others can't find. Angle. He always felt that he was not famous enough, so he worked very hard and always hoped to make some big news and become famous."

"Has he ever said anything like being anxious for justice?" Rong Zhongwei asked.

"I said so." Han Bo blurted out, "That's what his personal homepage says, how do you know?"

There were no such things as blogs in those days, and many arty people liked to set up a personal homepage and put their articles on it for others to admire. Many editors and reporters in Nandao have their own personal homepages with various names, some are called Yijianmei, some are called Guo Daxia, and some are called Mei'an Watcher. Anyway, Wenqing came here. Ling Shijie named his homepage Jigong Haoyi, and there were some stories about how he petitioned for the people on the homepage. Of course, 80% of them were bragging, and the remaining 20% ​​were either true or false.

Ling Shijie's personal homepage has pitifully few clicks, and has no influence at all. Han Bo only watched it once or twice because Ling Shijie was his subordinate. He didn't expect that the editor-in-chief would know about it.

"Where is he now, tell him to come to me right away!" Rong Zhongwei was furious. It turned out that Ling Shijie really said the word anxious public kindness. It seems that this group of petitioners was really recruited by him.

Han Bo shook his head and said, "He's not in Meian now, he's still in Yanning. He called me the day before yesterday and said that he's going to stay for a while, and he can make big news."

"He has made a big news, what other big news does he want to make! Tell him to throw away the damn topic, and fly back immediately, the air ticket is not allowed to be reimbursed, let him pay for it himself!" Rong Zhongwei ordered road.

"Yes!" Han Bo replied, and then asked timidly, "Mr. Rong, what happened to him?"

"Haven't you seen it?" Rong Zhongwei pointed to the outside, "Those people outside are here for his fame. I don't know what this bastard is bragging about outside. People say that he is a lawsuit. No, they all came to us to complain to Qingtian."

"Ah!" Han Bo's mouth was wide open. He never expected that these hundreds of people were provoked by Ling Shijie alone. How big a cowhide did this guy have to blow?

Damn, I have to ask you, Ling, to pay me for that wallet that I just took away! Han Bo thought angrily in his heart.