The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 199

"Small hole, one bite cannot make you fat. People are deeply disgusted by street robbery incidents. The Sanliangdian incident happened not long ago. Let's seize this hot spot first. You get off work overtime today. Tomorrow's social pages and front page headlines will be left to you. !”

After returning to the Beijing Evening News office, Editor Meng told Reporter Kong the ideas he had compiled in the car and gave some advice.

The focus should first be on events that have already happened. What the public cares about represents what they want to see now. In this case, keeping abreast of current events is believed to have a positive effect on promoting the sales of the Evening News.

"Okay, Editor Meng, what about the driving school?"

Reporter Kong looked at the interview records he had just compiled in the car and asked hesitantly.

"The policy on this area is currently unclear, and publicity must be politically sensitive. They can try the water, but whether they can encourage it with a big fanfare or not, they have to find out from the higher authorities!"

Editor-in-Chief Meng deserves to be the second-in-command of the newspaper in a place like the capital, a place where people are mixed with good and bad people. If it is free to set up a driving school for the steel rolling mill.

Socialism or not, we are all a big family, so the newspaper office has no scruples, but what they call the steel rolling mill is tuition, so there may be some problems that need to be discussed. One step at a time, the newspaper office's reputation is a good thing, but it cannot So he sets himself on fire.

"I understand, I understand, Lao Chen, go back and speed up the development of the photos. I need to cooperate with the layout!"

After reporter Kong understood, he explained to the photographer Master Chen behind him.

The next morning.

In the distance, a big rooster raised by someone unknown crowed loudly.

"Xiao Feng, it's quite early today!"

The third uncle who was emptying the spittoon saw the eldest son of the Li family dressed neatly and went out early in the morning. He felt that it was quite unusual and he hurriedly said hello.

"Hey, third uncle, it's good for you. I woke up relatively early and took a walk!"

Li Feng nodded, grinned, put his hands in his hands, and wandered towards Dongzhimen Street.

Behind him, the third uncle looked at Li Feng's beaming look and rolled his eyes.

In this winter, the eldest son of the Li family was not sleeping under the covers and was walking around. He felt that something was out of the ordinary and he was a monster. He secretly thought that he had gone somewhere to meet the little girl so early in the morning.

Throwing the spittoon back home, the third aunt was about to call the third uncle to boil water, but when she turned around, the person was gone.

The newsstand on Dongzhimen East Street has already opened its door, and the upper and lower windows have been propped up. On the lower half of the window, the latest newspapers are piled on top of each other.

Chief Li tightened the scarf around his neck a little tighter. He always felt that the passers-by on the way here were secretly looking at him. He didn't know if it was an illusion or because he was being sentimental.

"Master, please give me a copy of the Beijing Evening News!"

With a breath of hot breath coming out of his mouth, Li Feng put his hands in his hands, shrank his neck, and shouted to the old man who was busy in the newsstand.

That's right, Li Daguan, who is always showing off like the wind, couldn't bear it and had to go to the factory to read the news about himself. Didn't he wake up very early just to catch the first-hand news and give himself a big blow? melon.

"Hey, young man, it's quite early. I came at the right time today. You know what happened at Qian'er Sanliang Store? The Beijing Evening News actually found the insider who fired the gun!"

The man in the newsstand heard the Beijing Evening News that Li Feng asked for. Hey, he was happy now. He quickly showed off that he had just heard it from the newspaper delivery boy. He had no idea that the person in front of him was the Sanliangdian incident. of participants.

"Oh~, is that so? Let's take a closer look. I couldn't even squeeze in that day!"

Taking the newspaper handed over by the uncle, Li Feng followed his words and picked it up, but secretly said, there is a generation gap between us, so please don't call me "grandpa".

"Come on, if you didn't have to watch this shabby pavilion, I would have gone there together. Tell me what is wrong with young people. They are doing such a low-level job. They are being targeted and they have to be dragged out to be criticized!"

"A dime!"

"Here you go!"

After giving the money, Li Feng couldn't wait to pick up a corner of the newspaper. With a shake, the folded newspaper opened instantly.

""Enthusiasm and initiative, trying every means to provide convenience for customers: the business team of Gong'an Street Post and Telecommunications Bureau was praised""

Li Feng looked at the article on the cover with a question mark on his face. He picked up the newspaper and looked under the cover again.

""Provide all possible materials and technology: Arab countries support Algeria""

"What the hell is this?"

I couldn't bear it, I couldn't bear it, this Beijing Evening News was not a headline-grabber, so I spit on my thumb and turned to the next page.

That's right, on the front page of the second page, Li Feng finally found the bold black title with a thumb-sized picture.

"Sweep out all the anti-D forces: Sanliangdian food stamp incident!"

Li Daguan, who was watching while walking, saw this title and saw the smile gradually disappearing from his face. His right hand trembled slightly. He did not rule out the possibility that Alzheimer's disease had come early.

"Hey, what is food stamp gate? Just by looking at the title, do you think it was written by the UC Shock Department? Is it easy for me to wake up so early in the morning? Do you want me to watch the defense?"

Li Feng was so angry that he jumped to his feet and gritted his teeth. In his previous life, pink news didn't bother to use this title. Now he didn't even want to read the content. He folded the newspaper arrogantly, rolled it up hard, and inserted it into his armpit. .

The third uncle on the other side, wearing a hood made of wool and looking as wretched as a big mole, followed Li Feng to the newsstand on Dongzhi M Street.

It wasn't until he saw Li Daguan returning with a newspaper with a smile on his face that the third uncle stepped out and went to the newsstand just now.

"This Li Feng, isn't he just here to buy newspapers so early in the morning?"

With this muttering in his mouth, the third uncle looked at the familiar newsstand.

"Hey, Lao Yan, it's so early today!"

The man in the newsstand thought that a new customer had arrived, and he was wiping his hands and preparing to receive the customer. When he took a closer look, he rolled his eyes.

"Oh, Lao Cao, I'm getting old and can't sleep in the morning. Come out for a walk. Is there any big news today?"

As he talked, the third uncle flipped through the newspapers on the newsstand by the window.

"Hey, what else can you do? The Beijing Evening News interviewed the young man who stepped forward at Sanliang Store. Slow down, we just put them neatly!"

The old man in the newsstand looked at Yanbu Guibai's female ticket and thought that the news in front of him was not enough. He wanted to open it and read it, so he stopped him quickly.

“Still the same price!”

Holding the purple clay pot and feeding him a mouthful, the uncle didn't get used to Yan Bugui, so he directly stretched out his left hand, as if he was paying with one hand and delivering the goods with the other.

"Hey, Lao Cao, our school also subscribes to the Beijing Evening News. If it doesn't work, I'll go to the school and have a look!"

Yan Bugui smiled coquettishly. Seeing that Lao Cao had no intention of being accommodating at all, he had to retract his hand, shrink his neck and go back. A dime was the money for two meals. How could he spend it like this? .

"This Li Feng, his relationship has been in the newspapers, so he got up early in the morning and ran here!"

Yan Laoxi didn't get the advantage, and felt very disappointed. He patted the palm of his left hand with the back of his right hand, knowing that Li Feng was famous, and his heart was tingling, like ants crawling.

On the other side, the front yard of Li’s house. "Mom, is breakfast ready?"

Li Feng went to the toilet and came back, throwing the crumpled Beijing Evening News on the bed. He didn't see the news he wanted to read. He didn't talk about the driving school at all. He planned to leave it for his mother to make shoe samples. Bar.

"What a kid, you got up so early and spent so much money just to go to the toilet!"

When Liu Yin saw her son coming back, she picked up the rag and the ears of the pot, put the hot breakfast on the table, whipped her son and served him sweet potato porridge.

"It's not like yesterday when a reporter went to our factory to interview me. As a result, what he wrote was a mess. This author's writing skills are really bad!"

A sip of sweet potato porridge, a sweet porridge, did not soothe Li Feng's traumatized soul, and he pointed at the newspaper on the bed angrily.

"What, my son is in the newspaper!"

Liu Yin was serving breakfast for herself. When she heard Li Feng say this, she was no longer so hungry. She raised her eyebrows and put down the bowl and spoon in her hands.

I went to the washbasin and washed my hands, wiped them with a towel, and then carefully picked up the newspaper on the sheets and started reading.

"On page two, at the top!"

Although he said he was extremely disgusted, Li Feng was still very honest in his heart and pointed out the specific location of the report because his mother was so concerned.

"Outstanding young man from Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, retired soldier Li Feng..."

Liu Yin, who knew some words, stumbled and read out in a low voice. When she encountered something she didn't understand, she asked her son to explain it to her. After reading the report, her eyes narrowed with joy.

"Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing yesterday?"

After smoothing out the wrinkles caused by the prodigal son, and folding the newspaper with great care, Liu Yin patted her son on the shoulder and complained.

These days, there are really not many TV sets. Being in the newspapers is as effective as being on TV. Not only can his son be in the newspapers, but he is also praised fiercely. How can Liu Yin be unhappy.

"They were almost off work when they left yesterday. I didn't know they would work overtime when they went back. Isn't this just waiting to be published in the newspaper before I tell you?"

Li Feng, who didn't care, didn't see the news he wanted to see, so he waved his hand in a daze and explained.

The stove in the house was still burning, and the kettle on it was hissing and steaming. Although there was only a plate of pickled radishes on the table, it was still a pleasure to eat.

Yan Laoxi, who was opposite, couldn't help it, but he was also embarrassed to come to the door while others were eating, so he had to pick up a steamed bun and went straight to school.

After dinner, we arrived at the steel rolling mill. Chief Li nodded, and the old man pushed the bicycle and walked out of the gate again.

"Chief Li, why are you going back now?"

The thin monkey on duty at the door saw Li Feng coming and quickly opened the small door on the side and asked with a smile.

"Isn't this the photo I took for Director Yang and his friends yesterday? I'm in a hurry to get it developed for them!"

When he heard that it was related to the factory director, the smile on Shouhou's face became even more exaggerated.

Yesterday, he also saw Li Feng in the welcoming team and saw him hanging a camera to take pictures. Hearing what he said, he had no doubts.

"Okay, official business is important. Since it is the factory director's business, please slow down!"

"Okay, please!"

After the cart went out, Li Feng took a long step, got on the bicycle and rode leisurely towards the Sanliang store. Anyway, he was on an official business trip today. If he could get back before get off work, he would consider himself a loser.

"Long Live Lord has issued a decree to recruit talents, and ordered the emperor's brother Guo Ziyi to go to the east of the river to destroy the traitor. It will be very dignified to return to the court after winning."

After working hours, there weren’t many people on the street. They were humming operas, and from time to time they went to Sanliang Store. There weren’t many people at this time, so Aunt Sun was oiling a woman. She watched Li Feng come in. He quickly called Chu Heng who was hiding in the office.

Li Feng listened to Aunt Sun calling people, and he calmly looked at the furnishings in the Sanliang store. Everyone in the Sanliang store also knew that this guy was a killer, and some simply lowered their heads and looked at them secretly. .

When he saw Mr. Chu coming out, Ni Meizi followed with her slightly disheveled hair, the smile on Li Feng's face disappeared again.

"You kid, you're working in broad daylight!"

Official Li dragged Chu Heng out of Sanliang Store and accused him angrily.

"Why didn't you come over yesterday?"

Chu Heng lifted up his slightly fallen pants without any image, and accused Li Feng of betrayal and no sense of time.

"Oh, there's nothing I can do. Editor-in-chief Meng of the Beijing Evening News and reporter Kong insist on coming to the factory for interviews. You said it's such an important political task. I can't abandon my official position for personal reasons!"

Handing over a peony, the two old smokers squatted on the steps next to Sanliang Store and started smoking.

"What's going on? I'm interviewing you!"

Listening to Li Feng's showy words, Chu Heng was disgusted and moved to the side, showing a look of disbelief.

"Hey, isn't it what happened the day before yesterday? I actually refused in my heart, but they insist on interviewing me, and I can't accept it. If you don't believe it, go buy a copy of today's Beijing Evening News, the headlines on page two!"

Li Feng had a bitter look on his face, as if he had suffered a great loss and had no place to express his sorrow, so he had no choice but to complain to you.

"Bah, why? I was the one who stopped him, okay? He didn't even look for me!"

After Chu Heng heard this, he wanted to strangle me, Li Feng, who was pretending to be 13 with him in front of him. He only found out about it after it was already in the newspapers. It was so unfair.

"Big baby represents the right to speak. It's not me who shoots the inside. You are buried in it today!"

Li Feng looked away at Chu Heng, who had a grievance on his face, and poked his chest. How long would it be before he stabbed him with a knife?

"Bah, my big baby is polished and shiny, where's yours!"

Chu Heng spit on the ground, picked up his pants again, straightened his buttocks, and raised his chin toward the room.

"No way, no way, you're not married yet, brother, don't make mistakes in your style!"

Hearing what his old comrade said, Li Feng opened his mouth wide and even dropped his cigarette butt to the ground.

"Do you know Pipa Xing!"

"I know, does it have anything to do with this?"

Li Feng rubbed his chin and frowned into the character "Chuan".

"Longing it gently, slowly twisting it, wiping it, and picking it up again, who on the ship is blowing the whistle at night (this character is pronounced XIAO)!"

Chu Daguanren spoke in a straight line, puffed out his chest proudly, and looked at Li Daguanren with disdain.

(End of this chapter)