The school beauty tortured me physically and mentally, and I was reborn as a licking dog and cut off

During the time when Wenwan was fooling around.

Ji Lengming glanced at the computer screen monitoring the press conference.

He noticed that suddenly, there was a lot of commotion in the venue.

The main entrance of the magnificent conference hall and the side door of the emergency passage were suddenly pushed open by a huge force.

Following closely behind, a security team of more than 20 people rushed in one after another.

These people were holding batons, wearing uniforms, looking very powerful, and had clear division of labor.

Some people closed the passages and gates leading to the outside world and guarded them tightly, not allowing anyone the chance to go out.

Several other people attacked the reporter who had been confronting the spokesperson. Without saying a word, they attacked him and knocked him down.

Some people forbade the panicked reporters to move and shout freely.

Some people even walked up to Zheng Yiping and bowed to him.

In the huge 'Q&A' ​​meeting room, the situation took a sudden turn.

Attack, defend, capture targets, in a very short time, this group of soldiers raised by Zheng Yiping completed the battle.

Ji Lengming frowned tightly when he saw this sudden change.

Just as I was about to answer Wen Wan's call and video, I put my headphones aside and couldn't hear what the people in the meeting room were saying.

Looking back now, something big must have happened at the meeting just now.

In order to understand what happened during his "absenteeism" period, Ji Lengming immediately threw down his mobile phone, put on his headphones again, and listened to the replayed recording.

Wen Wan also noticed Ji Lengming's seriousness.

The phone was placed on a cement platform and the video angle was average.

She couldn't see the man's entire face, she could only see the man's taut jaw.

His cold eyes reflected a hard light, and his whole body was full of sharpness, like a sharp blade about to be unsheathed, as if to cut through the gray sky behind him.

"what happened?"

"In the end what happened?"

While listening to the recording, Ji Lengming quickly tapped the keyboard to investigate the personal information of the detained middle-aged reporter.

He couldn't respond much and only had time to say "wait for me a moment" to Wen Wan.

After a series of operations, the fingers fell on the keyboard so quickly that an afterimage was formed.

In less than a minute, Ji Lengming flipped through all the personal resume of this middle-aged reporter, dozens of articles written by this reporter, and news reports of all sizes.

At the same time, the recording in his headphones also reached the most critical part.

The middle-aged man stood in the center of the conference room, and shouted questions at the speaker with all his strength.

"...Okay, even if your loan falls within the scope of private lending and complies with the law, the handling fee is a bit higher at most."

"So, may I ask, what is the matter with your extremely rampant violent debt collection offline?"

"What's going on with buying and selling positions and integrating cadres in villages, towns and cities?"

"Why are the people who borrowed money treated as 'subject matter' and sold back and forth by you?"

"The case of Tuanjie Village has been exposed, but you are not willing to accept it and are still trying to confuse right and wrong!"

"I would like to ask all the journalists present here, all my colleagues, you, even your superiors, your bosses, which one of you has not been warned? Which one of you is innocent? Which one of you has not accepted red envelopes? Which one of you has not taken luxury goods? Which one of you has a pocket full of bribes from Aurora Wealth?"

"Today's press conference is just an attempt to whitewash the situation and make the world peaceful!"

"Don't forget, the Chang'an Road under your feet is filled with bones!"

"What you carry in your pockets is your conscience!"

"Aurora Wealth forced people to commit suicide by jumping off buildings, seized people's houses and cars, and cultivated local official power. It has so many connections that even provincial-level officials are willing to serve it!"

"Such a company with blood on its hands is so arrogant as to order all media organizations to sing its praises!"

"I tell you, in this world, some people are afraid of you, but I am not!"

"Even if I die today, I will ask for justice!"

Once upon a time, a leader left sixteen words for media workers: public opinion supervision, voice of the masses, mirror of the government, and vanguard of reform.

And in the more distant year of 1948.

One teacher said: "Local leadership has abandoned its leadership responsibilities for extremely important propaganda organs such as newspapers and newsletters, or has not abandoned its leadership but has not grasped it tightly, allowing many erroneous views to become widespread. This must be resolutely corrected."

Ji Leng knew how magical the world was.

He died early in his previous life, and never saw the day when his fellow countrymen who had suffered the same pain as him would rise up.

But he could boldly estimate that if the bourgeoisie was allowed to continue to develop, it would inevitably fall into the historical cycle, and the country would change and history would be recorded again.

Ji Lengming heard the middle-aged reporter's call in his ears and saw rows of information about this person in his eyes.

From those fluent and incisive articles, he could tell that this reporter was a person of great professional ethics.

His identity is very special, he is an investigative reporter.

He has a very interesting name, Bao Zhen.

When he saw this name, Ji Lengming instantly recalled events from his previous life.

Bao Zhen is a member of the "front-line in-depth investigation industry".

He has a nickname in the industry, called 'Little Bao Zheng'.

This person also had a dark complexion and was upright and honest. Similarly, he hated evil very much.

He has exposed toxic vaccines, dug deep into mining pollution, reported on adulterated drugs, reported on the interest chain behind the collapse of a bridge, and mourned the suffering people who chose to self-immolate after their fruitless struggles... It is said that the files he has investigated could weigh several tons if piled up.

Unfortunately, God is blind and the better a person is, the more tragic his ending is.

Ji Lengming once saw a report about Bao Zhen’s death in the most inconspicuous corner of a newspaper.

It was a very short article, which summarized the cause of Bao Zhen's death in just a few words: his eyes were blinded, his eardrums were stabbed, seven of his ten fingers were chopped off, 40% of his skin tissue was scraped off, and he had comminuted fractures all over his body... It ended with "The case is still under investigation, and the public is welcome to provide clues."

And that newspaper, which is obviously a serious and rigorous news weekly, had a huge photo of XX celebrity wearing haute couture and swaying on the red carpet on the front page.

A person who once fought on the front line and tried hard to expose the darkness, a person who had pleaded for the people for half his life and offended half of the powerful circles, died in such a cruel and miserable way!

Ji Lengming's gaze stayed on the void, he was silent and motionless.

Wen Wan, who had been silently paying attention to him, seemed to sense the man's emotions.

Quietly asked: "Mingming, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Lengming turned his sore eyes away and looked at his cell phone.

Ask calmly: "Do you know who Bao Zhen is?"

A hint of something flashed across her gentle and soft eyes, and then she nodded.

"Some impression."

Wenwan understands Ji Lengming.

She knew what he wanted to say.

It is a kind of tacit understanding and resonance that can be achieved without much words.

"In my previous life, Bao Zhen investigated the companies under my name, and the investigation was very intense."

"I remember that you also strongly opposed my participation in that reclamation project."

"Later, the incident became more and more serious. 200 local people knelt down to put pressure on the government. Negative news was everywhere, and the construction was delayed for nearly two years."

"And all those negative reports were written by this guy named Bao Zhen."

"I was planning to find someone to deal with him, but he died before I could do anything."

Wen Wan could tell what she did in her previous life without changing her expression. Ji Lengming didn't know whether to praise her for her good mental quality or for her open-mindedness.

Ji Lengming pursed his lips and didn't dwell too much on the past.

He said calmly, "Bao Zhen came to Zheng Yiping's press conference."

"The situation is a bit bad now. We cannot rule out the possibility that Zheng Yiping forcibly covered his mouth!"

Wenwan raised her eyebrows.

Bao Zhen is a man who hates evil. If he goes to Zheng Yiping's territory, he will definitely go there to destroy the place.

She couldn't help but complain: "This Zheng Yiping is really unworthy of the task! How did he get to where he is now?"

"For such an important whitewashing conference, they couldn't even do the most basic background check on the journalists and planted a bomb in it!"

"If it were me..."

Ji Lengming couldn't help but interrupt her: "If it were you, what would you do?"

Wen Wan wilted instantly.

She quickly threw out the tens of thousands of words of "battle plan" in her mind and put on a sincere look.

"Mingming, I'm a good person now, so please stop harping on my little mistakes!"

"I swear, I will follow this path till the end of my life, hang myself on a tree until I die, and keep my heart towards Mingming. I will never change in this life, and the sun and the moon can bear witness to this!"

Ji Lengming said "hmm" with satisfaction.

Then he continued: "Well, Wen Congliang, it's your turn to shine for the organization!"

Ji Lengming quickly gave the name of the hotel he was staying at.

"Here's the address. I can't transfer anyone here for now, but with your ability, it should be possible."

"I'll give you ten minutes."

"I'm going to bring people to your door and make them bleed like a river!"