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Chapter 224 You Use You to Write It
"Ms. Li, you don't have to worry about this. I'm not afraid of them. They come to trouble me if they have the ability. Back then, I was very good in Lingshui Town." Grandpa Ma said disapprovingly.

Li Kuailai smiled when he heard this, it seemed that Hanbo had said this before.

When people are old, they will brag about how good they were back then.

But times are changing, and flowers wither sometimes.

Li Kuailai told Grandpa Ma that he must be at home today. The reporter took a taxi and arrived in Lingshui Town in about an hour or two.

Li Kuailai sent Fan Huayun the address of Majia Village in Lingshui Town and Grandpa Ma's mobile phone number, and then called her: "Sister Yun, the relevant information has been sent to you, please excuse me."

"We've already boarded the car, and we'll take the high speed, and we'll arrive at your Lingshui Town in about an hour," Fan Huayun said.

Only then did Li Kuailai remember that there is a highway in the urban area that passes through Lingshui Town, and there is an entrance and exit in Lingshui Town, so it is not far from the urban area to Lingshui Town.

Because he often took the bus before, and the bus didn't take the expressway, so for a while, he forgot the existence of this expressway.

"Great, Sister Yun, we are waiting for your arrival." Li Kuailai said happily.

"Come on, from now on, if I didn't call you in Lingshui Town, you don't have to call me, and don't take the initiative to find me." After hearing what Li Kuailai said, Fan Huayun was still worried about Li Kuailai. safety.

There are some people who will do anything for profit.

Fan Huayun and the others are in the urban area, and they are also city reporters, so they are not afraid of the people in the town.

Li Kuailai nodded and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

In the afternoon, Ma Zhifeng saw that Ma Zhidong was still looking at the drafts of the self-criticism in a daze, and could not help cursing: "Ma Zhidong, you are really useless, even if you add these four hundred words, can't you write it?"

"Brother Feng, you need you to write." Ma Zhidong retorted angrily.

Ma Zhifeng suddenly became speechless, Ma Zhidong's words made him unable to speak.

Ma Zhidong still didn't dare to offend Ma Zhifeng, and said again: "The first three hundred or so words are my limit. I really can't add other words."

"Can't you think about it again and increase it desperately?" Ma Zhifeng asked.

"Brother Feng, tell me about the situation at that time." Ma Zhidong had no choice but to think of another way.

Ma Zhifeng touched his head and told Ma Zhidong what happened last night.

Ma Zhidong nodded, bit the tip of the pen a few times, and started writing.

After about one class, Ma Zhidong raised his head and said, "It's finished."

Zhu Chenglie took it over and read it in a low voice: "...I felt a little guilty when I started playing the game, and I was always up and down..."

"Oh, this is not bad. It uses idioms." Ma Zhifeng was satisfied when he heard it.

Zhu Chenglie continued to read: "...I was thinking, it's wrong for me to play in the Internet cafe all night. But the door for people to come in and out is locked, and the hole for dogs to go out is also locked. I can't do anything... "

"Ma Zhidong, what you said seems wrong." Ma Zhifeng frowned.

"... Just when I was wandering and didn't know what to do, the back door was opened and the police rushed in. I was very happy and I could go home..." Zhu Chenglie felt that something was wrong as he read. .

Ma Zhifeng scolded: "Ma Zhidong, are you writing a composition?"

"Brother Feng, you have to write a self-criticism with hundreds of words. I really can't write it. If I don't write a narrative, I have no choice." Ma Zhidong had a bitter face.

"Then you don't have to write so literaryly, no, it seems to be revolutionary." Ma Zhifeng didn't know how to describe it.

Zhu Chenglie pointed to the previous section "The door for people to enter and exit is locked", and hesitated: "I seem to have read this section somewhere."

"It seems to be right. Anyway, not many people read the self-criticism book. As long as you meet the requirements and have a good attitude of admitting mistakes, the teachers will think it's okay." Ma Zhidong said it clearly and clearly, as if he already knew it well.

"But you also made me a bit taller." Ma Zhifeng felt embarrassed.

"As for the self-criticism, I want to write myself better. Brother Feng, you must have a computer to play, so you still play, right?" Ma Zhidong asked.

Ma Zhifeng nodded: "Of course, as long as there is a computer to play, I will definitely play. This review is just for fun."

Hearing what Ma Zhifeng said, Ma Zhidong immediately lost his enthusiasm.

After Zhu Chenglie finished reading, Ma Zhifeng asked, "How do you feel about writing?"

"I personally think it's okay to write." Zhu Chenglie shook his head and shook his head.

To be honest, Zhu Chenglie's level is limited, he can't even write, so how can he see what's wrong?
"That line, I'll copy it seriously at night, and show it to Wei Xiuqin then." Ma Zhifeng raised his head and looked at Wei Xiuqin who was reading seriously in front of him, feeling ripples in his heart.

In the afternoon, a dejected Pang Zhihua came to the duty room, planning to take care of some unfinished matters before he left, so that when he left Lingshui Town, the person who took over would not handle these matters well.

When Pang Zhihua was just sitting on the chair in the duty room, looking at the surrounding things reluctantly, the outside glass door was pushed open, and a man and a woman came in.

"Who are you looking for?" A security guard in front raised his head and asked.

The pretty woman in front asked, "Excuse me, is Officer Pang Zhihua there?"

"I am, are you?" Pang Zhihua raised his head and asked strangely.

"We are reporters from Zhanhai Daily. My name is Fan Huayun. This is my press card." Fan Huayun took out her press card and handed it to Pang Zhihua.

Pang Zhihua was a little surprised. He took Fan Huayun's press card and took a closer look. He didn't think it was fake.

He became cautious all of a sudden, and asked, "May I ask what you want from me?"

You must know that there is a saying nowadays called "fire prevention, theft prevention and reporter prevention". When a reporter comes to interview, he dare not talk nonsense, so as not to cause trouble to his upper body.

"It's like this. We received a complaint from the parents of students in Lingshui Town today, saying that dozens of underage students were allowed to play in the Internet Cafe last night. Is there such a thing?" Fan Huayun asked.

"This, this..." Pang Zhihua hesitated and dared not speak out.

After all, this matter is very sensitive, if it is dealt with in the town or the county, that is the best result.

But now that the reporters from the City Daily came over, and they brought the incident to the city, many people would be punished.

"What's the matter? Officer Pang, do you not want to tell me, or do you not know? I heard from my parents that you were in charge of handling the Internet cafe last night." Fan Huayun asked with a smile.

(End of this chapter)