Rebirth as an official

"Lee An, what are you laughing at?"

Xu Kai noticed Li An's meaningful smile as he looked at the sculpture at the entrance to the city.

"It's nothing, I just remembered some past events." Li An said casually, looking at the surrounding streets.

At this time, the streets in Linjiang City were not widened. Now they were driving on the city's so-called sightseeing avenue, which was only four lanes.

The buildings on the street still show the style of the 90s, most of which are two-story storefronts. Occasionally, there are a few high-rise buildings that were newly built in the past two years relying on the country's economic development boom.

The car drove for about 10 minutes and arrived at the "Vienna" Hotel, which was the place agreed with the reporter.

They will meet here before taking the next step.

Li An had just checked in for Xu Kai in the hotel lobby. Xu Kai came over with his mobile phone and said with some confusion: "I just received a call from Mengmeng. Reporter Song from the provincial newspaper will have to wait a day later to come to Lin." Jiang. Why did the originally scheduled time suddenly change?"

"What's the name of reporter Song from the provincial newspaper?" Li An asked.

"My name is Song Shaoping. I heard from Mengmeng that he is the deputy chief reporter of Qingchuan Daily." Xu Kai replied.

"It turned out to be him." Li An could probably guess why they were a day late.

This Song Shaoping was still fresh in his memory.

In the previous life, the leaders in Qingchuan Guanchang City and County said who they were most afraid of, apart from the people from the Discipline Inspection Commission, it was Song Shaoping.

Everyone jokingly calls him the second secretary of the Commission for Discipline Inspection, and he is nicknamed "Send Secretary", who specializes in sending officials to the Commission for Discipline Inspection.

He is famous for being tough-headed, daring to speak, write and report.

He is not afraid of power and looks down upon all mayors and secretaries. He digs deep into the shady stories of governments at all levels and finds him wherever there is injustice.

Once, he risked his life to go undercover in a black coal mine in northern Qingchuan to collect evidence. After he was discovered, he was imprisoned and beaten. If his colleagues hadn't discovered that Song Shaoping, who reported that he was safe every day, had not been heard from for two days, he might have died inside if he was rescued in time.

In this black coal kiln incident, Song Shaoping not only rescued more than 100 illegally imprisoned workers, but also uncovered the shady story of local county government officials acting as protective umbrellas.

But the undercover black coal mine incident happened two years later.

At this time, Song Ping had just shown his talent. At only 30 years old, he had become the youngest deputy chief reporter of the newspaper.

Reporters in newspapers are divided into four levels: assistant reporters, reporters, chief reporters and senior reporters.

The deputy chief reporter was added temporarily because Song Shaoping was not qualified enough to be promoted to chief reporter.

Because of this position, he has the qualification to write independently for the provincial internal publications, which is often called an internal reporter.

"Secretary Song and I are really destined, but we were rivals before, but now we are comrades-in-arms."

Li An recalled his experience of many confrontations with Song Shaoping. Many of his "loyal" cadres were sent to the Discipline Inspection Commission to drink tea, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"What are you sending to the secretary?" Xu Kai couldn't help but ask after hearing Li An's whisper.

"Nothing. If I guess correctly, this reporter Song should be in our hometown, Fuqiang Village." Li An said with a smile.

"Ah, how come you know it again?" Xu Kai asked.

"Heavenly induction." Li installed an X.

Two figures appeared at the entrance of Fuqiang Village.

They were carrying hiking packs, wearing jackets, sun hats, and cameras around their necks. They looked like travel enthusiasts.

One of them, a young man in his early 20s with a sharp chin, said: "Director Song, didn't we go to Linjiang City to meet the village cadres in Fuqiang Village? Why did we come to their village?"

"Don't call me Director, it sounds awkward, call me Brother Song." Song Ping took out a towel from his backpack and dusted off the dirt on his body.

This time when they came to Fuqiang Village, they deliberately parked their car in Guanmiao Township in order to avoid attracting attention.Two people took a motorcycle (motorcycle) to come here.

The road to Fuqiang Village is a dirt road. When the weather is good, there is three feet of floating soil on the road.The two of them sat in the back seat of the motorcycle and ate all the dirt along the way, leaving them unkempt and extremely embarrassed.

"Zhou Xing, as journalists, it is not only a job, but also a mission. We must have a rigorous attitude, keen observation and analysis skills, and we must have independent thinking and judgment capabilities."

"Although we agreed to accompany those young cadres to collect wages from migrant workers this time, we need to investigate the whole story ourselves. You can't just believe their words. Everything others show you is their own. What I want you to see is one-sided, and the truth of the matter requires our own independent investigation."

"It is very simple for us to write a report, but if the content of the report is biased and unfair, then people who see the report will also lose their fair judgment. That is our responsibility, especially if it is written into the provincial internal publication We must be cautious in our reporting, as a small mistake on our part may change a person's future."

Song Shaoping just took this opportunity to instill in this young man what it takes to become an excellent reporter.

"I understand, Brother Song, that's why we have to bypass those cadres and run to the village to investigate." Zhou Xing nodded, understanding Song Shaoping's intention.

They set out from the provincial capital on May [-] and drove six hours to Yangdong County.

I came to Fuqiang Village early this morning in order to conduct the investigation independently without the interference of others.

"Let's go into the village and find a farmer to order some water to wipe our faces." Song Shaoping stuffed the towel into the side pocket of his hiking bag.

After walking along the road for more than ten minutes, the two saw a farmer's house with three earthen houses in front of a small courtyard. A woman in her 50s wearing gray cloth was feeding the chickens.

"Auntie, hello." Song Shaoping stepped forward and greeted politely.

"Who are you?" The aunt saw Song Shaoping's eyes becoming more wary.

"We came here for a trip. I heard that the scenery here is good, so we came to take photos." After Song Shaoping finished speaking, he shook the camera around his neck.

"So we came here to play. We are surrounded by mountains. What fun is there?" The lady saw that they didn't look like bad guys, so she lowered her guard.

Although country people have no idea about holidays, city people occasionally come over every May Day or National Day, so it's not surprising.

"Auntie, I don't want to eat the ashes of the journey. I want you to ask for some water to wash it off. We will give you money." After Song Shaoping finished speaking, he was about to take money out of his pocket.

"It's all about money. You are just a guest in our village. Come in and sit down quickly, and I will get you some water." The aunt waved her hand and walked towards the kitchen.

Zhou Xing was just about to walk into the house when Song Shaoping grabbed him and motioned to sit in the yard.

It is very impolite to enter the house alone when the master is not present. Song Shaoping thought he understood this.

They found two stools and sat in the yard to rest.

"Fuqiang Village is still poor. The rural areas around the provincial capital generally have large tile-roofed houses, but here most still have adobe houses." Zhou Xing took off his backpack while looking at the small courtyard.

"Yes, it has been almost six years since the country promulgated the Outline of Rural Poverty Alleviation and Development, but there are still many impoverished counties like Yangdong in Qingchuan, especially in southern Qingchuan." Song Shaoping also came from rural areas, so he pays special attention to rural poverty alleviation policies.

"Guests, you wash up. I'll get you some water." The aunt came out with a basin of water.

"Auntie, don't bother, I brought mineral water." Song Shaoping quickly stood up and took the basin and said.

"Your water is not as delicious as our mountain spring water. Wash yourself quickly." After the aunt finished speaking, she walked towards the kitchen.

The aunt was so enthusiastic that both of them were a little embarrassed. Song Shaoping said to Zhou Xing: "Go and help, don't let the aunt work alone."

After Song Shaoping finished speaking, he picked up the camera and took a few photos of the house and the surrounding environment. After seeing that the photos looked good, he took out a towel and started washing his face.

"Mom, that bitch Wu Wangtian is nothing." A dark-skinned, strong boy of eighteen or nineteen shouted angrily as soon as he entered the yard.