Gossip King

"Chaos?" There was a cleverness in Jian Xiao's single eye, and she leaned forward: "The switch is outside the gate and cannot be reached. There is one at the end of the fire button corridor, but there are many people there, afraid of being seen. ."

"It's a tacit understanding." Gao Leng couldn't help boasting. Basically, after he said the first half of the sentence, a simple one can take the second half.

"What do you want me to do?" Jian Xiaodan asked.

"Now there is a reporter here. Professor Zhang took the head nurse down. I guess there must be a leader in this family. They also went down. The dragons have no leader, the situation is chaotic, and they steal it." Gao Leng smirked.

"The key is on Professor Zhang's body, how did you steal it?"

"Stealing the nurse's clothes." Gao Leng pointed out the door: "We don't need to steal Professor Zhang's key to enter his room, but entering his room is monitored. There must be no one watching this small hospital at night. , But so many allies... let them see us entering the room in the middle of the night, it is too risky, it is better to disguise."

"I know about stealing the nurse's uniform, disguise, but you don't need to steal the key?!" Now, Jian Xiaoshan, who had a tacit understanding with Gao Leng, didn't understand.

Don't steal the key, let alone how to get into the electric shock room, just go in, what about the safe?

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Outside the dressing room at the gate, it was noisy.

"I'm a reporter from X Beishang Daily, this is my press card, who dare to mess around?!" A middle-aged man held up his press card with a big belly, and said with anger.

"That is, we are reporters. What are you doing around us? Why, dare you to be a reporter?!" A female reporter behind the middle-aged man, with a plait of flowers, seems to be like a simple one. A girl disguised as an internet addict wants to get in.

Only in the first step, he showed his feet, and it was so obvious that he carried four or five candid cameras and three voice recorders on his body and was scattered on the ground.

If you are really undercover, you should bring one. Professor Zhang went downstairs and looked at the recorders. After a slight sneer, he again put on a very polite smile on his face. Reached out: "It turned out to be a comrade reporter, welcome."

"Are you Professor Zhang? Please accept our interview." When the middle-aged man saw Professor Zhang come down, he immediately bent over and picked up the equipment to take the picture.

"What? What?" The head nurse looked angry and held the file in his hand: "This is the file above. This is the hospital. For the health of the patient, interviews are declined!"

"Film, snap this document." Unexpectedly, the two reporters looked at the document and then saw the nurse holding this posture, becoming more excited, and simply took the miniature camera in their hands.

This scene is indeed quite classic, but the problem is that the reporter pretends to start shooting without turning on the phone, what is it?

Professor Zhang saw it in his eyes, his heart became more certain, and he smiled faintly: "Two reporters, don't worry, I will accept your interview. Let's go and drink some water first."

The attitude was enthusiastic and very cooperative. The two reporters looked at each other, with a smug smile on their faces, and said: "Professor Zhang accepted the interview, that would be great. I hope it will satisfy us."

The tone is big and high.

"Please." Professor Zhang stretched out his hand and led the way. Instead of taking them to the very important upper floor, he went to the depths of the courtyard. After looking at each other, the two reporters took out their phones from the ground to look at them, and followed.

In the depths of the yard, there is a room with the door open. It is actually a very well-decorated hospitality room. It can be seen that Professor Zhang often receives guests here.

"Please sit down." As soon as he entered the door, Professor Zhang waved at the head nurse to signal her to go out.

The two reporters sat down carelessly and moved the recording pen to that direction: "Professor Zhang, if we are interviewing, we need to have a full set. We will also look at some of your information."

The tone is bigger than that of reporter Peng. Obviously, this is not really here for the interview. Professor Zhang has been dealing with the media many times, and he naturally understood the thoughts of these two people: This is to waste money.

There is a category of investigative reporters who, under the guise of unannounced visits, rush to wherever there are shady scenes, get some small evidence and do not expose them, but ask the other party for money and profit from it.

The most famous one is the March 15 crackdown. Every March 15th, there are always various types of crackdowns and exposures in the media, and one of the media that specializes in this crackdown is well-known in the industry. For example, if you open a good bottle of wine, some wine will have a small label on it, and if it is fake, call XXX. This phone is under the banner of this media.

If you hit it, it may not be useful. When will it be useful? The company you reported was useful when it happened to not cooperate with this media.

It means that you have provided information to the media, and the media has taken the information, and the enterprise is asking for money. How to ask for money? There are two ways, one is to invest money in the enterprise. This well-known domestic media specializing in anti-counterfeiting publishes a list of the top 100 conscientious companies in the empire every year. Many people on this list will see that conscientious companies and those on the list should all be strong. This is Everyone who sees it feels first.

Yes, they are all powerful, whoever pays more for advertising is at the top of the list.

In another way, the reporter got private.

The possibility of making money privately for the two of these two people is the highest. Professor Zhang knew in his heart. He looked at the recording pen and smiled: "Two reporters, wait a minute, and friends will come to chat together, don’t worry. I should give it, I know, and I will give it."

"It seems that Professor Zhang is quite knowledgeable." When the two reporters heard it, they laughed: "Not much, fifty thousand is enough. We are all friends. I am also the task at the top. Then I will tell him that I didn't shoot. Here, I'll help you fool around."

Words, put it nicely, and money must be simple.

Fifty thousand, Professor Zhang smiled and nodded. It didn’t sound like a big lion’s mouth, but he didn’t get any shots, so he asked for fifty thousand. After reporter Peng exposed it, the media that swarmed all over again. How much will it cost?

It's up to the Propaganda Department to approve some money, Professor Zhang thought.

As they were talking, the door opened. The two reporters turned their heads, their expressions changed drastically, and stood up: "Liu... Secretary Liu, you... why are you here?"

"Oh, look, Secretary Liu, you are all retired, why are you here? You are tired."

Secretary Liu, secretary of the X Beishi Discipline Inspection Commission, oh, no, it should be Secretary Liu, the former secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission. He has been in the next position for more than half a year. The reporters must have known each other following the leaders all day.

Suddenly, the faces of the two reporters changed.

"Why did you come here?" Secretary Liu sneered and pointed to the chair: "Two big reporters, can I sit down?"

This tone directly swelled the faces of the two reporters who had come to ruin the money.

"Of course of course." The two nodded and laughed, and looked at Secretary Liu carefully, and then at Professor Zhang in fear.

No one thought that Professor Zhang's contacts could be so wide.

"Why are you here?" Secretary Liu asked with a sneer.

"This..." After the two looked at each other, the middle-aged man grunted his eyes: "I came to see a reporter. I heard that he was inside. He may have gone in undercover."

When Secretary Liu heard this, he put his hand on the table casually and squeezed: "What?"