Material Empire

Ling Shijie was a little surprised when he received Han Bo's call. His previous article on the management of small iron and steel was also praised by Han Bo. Han Bo encouraged him to stay in Xingchuan for a longer period of time and come up with a series of reports. Now that his second manuscript has just been half written and has not yet been finalized, Han Bo asked him to drop what he was doing and rush back to Meian immediately, which is a bit strange.

"Mr. Han, is something wrong?" Ling Shijie asked, the newspaper office used to refer to him as a teacher, which seemed more elegant than the title of director.

Han Bo replied angrily, "Don't you know what you did yourself?"

"Me? I didn't do anything." Ling Shijie was even more puzzled. He stayed in Xingchuan and didn't do anything. Could it be that his husband noticed that he was playing with a certain person and reported it to the newspaper? ?

Han Bo didn't bother to explain, and said: "Mr. Rong said, let you fly back to Mei'an immediately, and the ticket will not be reimbursed."

"This..." Ling Shijie was about to ask a few more questions when Han Bo had already hung up the phone.

Fortunately, Ling Shijie did not have friends in the newspaper office. After making a few more phone calls, he somewhat understood the situation and knew that hundreds of petitioners had occupied the newspaper office under the pretext of complaining to him. However, even at this time, he still didn't understand where these petitioners came from.

Bought the plane ticket out of his own pocket, Ling Shijie first flew back to the provincial capital, then hailed a taxi, and rushed back to Meian. A colleague told him on the phone that Rong Zhongwei was already furious over this matter, and his temper was getting worse day by day. If he delayed for an extra hour, the anger he would bear would double when he came back. At this time, how can he care about the transportation cost.

When he came outside the gate of Nandao Group, Ling Shijie himself was dumbfounded. Is this still the proud Nan Dao?

I saw petitioners sitting on the ground everywhere inside and outside the door. What's more, there were some petitioners who had built a temporary shack with plastic sheets and planned to live there for a long time. All kinds of rubbish were thrown all over the floor, and the walls were covered with phlegm, which made people feel disgusting. Outside the gate, there were many local residents of Meian who came to watch the excitement. Presumably, Nandao has become a scene in Meian these days. Among the crowd, Ling Shijie recognized many colleagues. They included foreign reporters stationed in Meian, and some reporters who came here from the provincial capital and other places. The so-called watching the excitement is not a big deal. In the past, it was Nan Dao who watched others, but now it is his turn to be watched.

Ling Shijie remembered that his colleague said that these petitioners were all for him. He didn't dare to show his face, so he could only take out a pair of big sunglasses to cover his eyes, then turned up his collar to cover half of his face, and then walked into the door bravely. Fortunately, after a few days of tossing, the petitioners are already exhausted, and they are no longer in the state of pestering reporters when they first came here. In fact, there were not many reporters left in the office building, and everyone escaped from the newspaper office under various pretexts, so as not to be suffocated to death by the smell of sweat and feet.

At the very beginning, when hundreds of petitioners gathered at Nandao Group, Rong Zhongwei was thinking about adopting a policy of appeasement, focusing on appeasement. He specifically explained that the group cafeteria prepared meals for the petitioners, and also set up two boiling water supply points. Unexpectedly, the result of this is that the petitioners regard free meals as a kind of welfare. Not only do they eat here, but they also call their fellow villagers to hold a party in Nandao. Afterwards, the news of Nan Dao's free meals spread, and even the migrant workers on several construction sites in Mei An rushed over to eat by bus. While eating, they were picky about the lack of meat in the dishes.

Seeing this situation, Rong Zhongwei quickly changed his original intention and announced that the free meal will only be provided for one meal, and will not be provided later. Petitioners have their own way. When it’s time to eat, they still crowd into the cafeteria, surround the window and ask the waiter to cook food, and they will not leave if they don’t. There are also some people who surround those Nandu employees who have already bought food, saying "poor and pitiful" in their mouths, or pushing a white and fat doll in front of them, saying that the child hasn't seen meat for a week, please Grandpa and aunt gave a reward. The employees of Nantong are all educated people, how can they stand such an atmosphere, seeing the saliva of the petitioners flying directly into their rice bowls, the employees simply don't even want the bowls, throw them on the table and turn around, leaving behind them There was a burst of cheers for grabbing food.

The work order of the entire Nangui was disrupted, and no one was able to work. Rong Zhongwei had no choice but to call the police, but the police couldn't do anything about these people. People said that I just came here to complain. I use you to use the toilet and watch your employees eat. Is there anything wrong? Don’t your Nan guides claim to be the home of the common people? We often go home and wander around, so why are we breaking the law?

The most irritating thing was that there were a group of reporters from other newspapers squatting on the scene. If the police dared to use violence, it would be a big news immediately. You must know that Nantuo has reported this kind of group incident more than ten times or eight times. Their position is always on the side of the petitioners, and the police are always wrong. The people's government should allow the people to enter, and officials should talk to taxpayers. These are the views that Nan Dao insists on. Now that the revolution has come to him, can they change their minds?

Ling Shijie returned to South Director when he was in such a mess. Han Bo saw him and took him to Rong Zhongwei's office without saying a word.

"Hey, our hero is back."

Rong Zhongwei looked at Ling Shijie standing in front of him, and sneered coldly.

"Mr. Rong, I..." Ling Shijie was sweating all over his body. Rong Zhongwei used to have a sense of humor, but since he became the editor-in-chief, his humor is limited to leaders of the same level. To his subordinates, he can only say a few words of encouragement. This is the first time he has said such witty words. It was also because of hearing Rong Zhongwei's unprecedented ridicule that Ling Shijie knew how much he was hated by the leader, which clearly meant that he did not regard himself as a subordinate.

"Mr. Rong, I really have nothing to do with this matter! Someone must be framing me!" Ling Shijie argued loudly for himself.

"Framed you? Why did you frame you?" Rong Zhongwei asked, "The people in the yard keep saying that you are anxious for justice, and this is also framed by others?"

"Anxious and righteous... I gave myself money, but it has been several years. Unless someone deliberately dug it out, how could these petitioners see it?" Ling Shijie said. Come here, I have been analyzing this matter in my mind, so it is reasonable to say it.

Rong Zhongwei also thought that there should be a black hand behind this incident, otherwise it would be impossible for hundreds of people to appear at the same time. He once thought that maybe Ling Shijie wrote an influential article that attracted these petitioners. But after investigation, Ling Shijie really stayed in Xingchuan obediently during this period, following up the matter of Xiaogang, and did not write anything else. If it was due to Ling Shijie's own hype, then someone must have set him up.

"You think it's not your fault, can you prove it?" Rong Zhongwei asked.

"Okay, I'll go out and confront them now." Ling Shijie went all out, and if he didn't make this matter clear, he would never stand up.

Rong Zhongwei also wanted to clarify the matter, so he took Han Bo together, followed Ling Shijie out of the office, and came to the corridor.

The originally spacious and clean corridor has now turned into a refugee camp. The petitioners were either sitting or lying down in disorder. Someone was lying on the straw mat and snoring like thunder, while someone was sitting in the corner and whispering. What's even more frustrating is that there are still a few mahjong stalls, and everyone is having fun eating and touching.

"Hey, fellow, let me ask you something."

Ling Shijie came to a man who was concentrating on picking his feet, knelt down and greeted him.

"What's the matter?" the man asked.

"Why did you come here?" Ling Shijie asked.

"Complain." The man replied.

"Sue you to the court, or to the government, how did you find this place?"

"You don't know? There is a reporter in this newspaper called Ling Shijie. He is very capable. Everyone says that it is most useful to file a complaint with him. No, I'm here."

"Do you know this Ling Shijie?"

"Why don't you know it? I know it even when it's burned to ashes."

"Uh..." Ling Shijie almost choked to death, damn, I'm squatting in front of you, you can't even recognize him, how can you say you know him. Out of self-preservation, of course he would not say that he is Ling Shijie, otherwise, if the man shouted, maybe the petitioners would be able to put himself in eighteen ways.

"Who did you hear that Ling Shijie is capable?" Ling Shijie continued to ask.

"That's what everyone says."

"Everyone...then there must be a head, who said that first?"

"Well, let me think about it..." The man patted his head, "That day, when I went to our county to petition, the gangsters at the Letters and Calls Bureau said that I was unreasonable and could not support me. As soon as I went out, I ran into another A few old brothers who came to petition, they told me that Meian has a reporter Ling, who likes to help people like us the most."

"That's how you came?" Ling Shijie asked.

"That can't be done." The man said, "I also know where May An is, and besides, train tickets are also expensive. At this time, I met a noble man. He said that he sympathized with my affairs and was willing to give me the travel expenses for going out and back." , gave me 300 yuan, and then I came."

"The old petitioning brothers you mentioned, are there any noble people, did you know them in the past?" Rong Zhongwei couldn't help but interjected, he smelled a conspiracy from the man's narration.

The man shook his head and said, "I don't know, and I've never seen these people before."

After leaving this man, Ling Shijie took Rong Zhongwei and Han Bo to investigate another seven or eight people. These people's statements were not the same, but there were some flaws in them, that is, a few so-called "noble people" who came out of nowhere. Without the support of these noble people, these petitioners would not have traveled all the way here to try their luck.

"Check!" Rong Zhongwei waved his hand, "Check and see, who is framing our newspaper office!"