Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Do you understand freedom of the press?"

"What happened to us taking pictures? We have the right to take pictures?"

"Using your gate is to give you face, isn't the gate built for people to photograph?"

"If we are in a foreign country and we are here to protest, you still have to provide free drinks and water, you know? Otherwise, if someone has heatstroke, you can't eat and walk around."

The students stood at the forefront of the resistance, using the eight-handed news that they didn't know where they heard from, and faced a group of police officers who were approaching.

Yes, after receiving the report from Captain Zhong, the sub-bureau quickly sent him a group of supporters, but a high-level cadre was owed, and he made it clear that Captain Zhong was in charge.

Captain Zhong didn't have any temper, or that he gave up completely, just instructing the police officers to control the surrounding area first, and then looking at the friend Geng Xin, who came with him, and said: "Director Book, we domestic reporters, leave it to you. Up."

Book Geng Xin smiled and nodded, and said, "Okay, let me do it."

To be honest, his expression is not relaxed. In any country, crowd control is a complicated issue, and it can happen if it is not done properly. It is even more dangerous to face reporters.

"I'm Bo Geng Xin, the person in charge of the Security Department of the Genetic Engineering Laboratory. Now I will check your media ID. First, a reporter from the domestic media. Please line up and check it with me in turn." When Bo Geng Xin said this. , I was still quite a little embarrassed.

Starting today, he will no longer be able to do "eighteen years in the enemy's camp".

Book Geng Xin took the loudspeaker and said it in Chinese. Xu Zhengping acted as a guest interpreter, and then spoke it in English, which immediately calmed many students.

However, many people responded quickly, and someone immediately shouted: "Why do you check it?"

While this person was speaking, a cadre holding a camera gave him a photo, and the student who was shouting suddenly became a little timid.

"We are interviewing normally, why do we need to check the documents?" The reporter had more courage and stood up and said.

"Normal interview, can't you accept the certificate check?" Book Geng Xin said calmly, Xu Zhengping also translated.

The reporter who shouted was stagnated, and the reporter next to him helped out: "Since you agree that our interview is a normal interview, you don't need to check our credentials."

"If you don't check your documents, how do I know if you are a real reporter or a fake reporter? Is it a real interview or a real trouble?" Book Geng Xin smiled slightly, letting spears and guns point at him with a calm expression.

Several Chinese reporters looked at each other and discussed in a low voice for a while, and finally someone stood up and handed the certificate to the book Geng Xin.

Geng Xin got the book, read it over and over, and let someone record it, then handed it back.

"All right?" asked the reporter who was checked with the media card.

"For the time being." Book Geng Xin looked at the others again and said: "Please take out your credentials."

The others couldn't help but took out their certificates one by one.

The book Geng Xin is still taking records in turn, and finally after checking everyone's documents, he said: "Please wait a moment."

The reporters naturally clamored, and book Geng Xinwu ignored it. It was only a few minutes later that a telephone line signed out of the laboratory jingled, and he picked up the microphone and said "hello".

Ten seconds later, Bo Geng Xin took the microphone away from his ear and asked, "Reporter Zhang Fuge, please come over."

The crowd was quiet again.

Zhang Fuge was the first reporter to hand out his ID, frowning hesitantly, and asked, "What else, you insisted on the ID, don't you have to check it twice?"

"The editor-in-chief Lei Ming, editor-in-chief Jiang Mao, president Wang Hongda, and secretary Chen Lihui are all online." The book Geng Xin stretched the microphone forward and said, "They want to say something to you."

"I..." Zhang Fuge wanted to say that when he came out, he got the editor's approval, but for a moment, Zhang Fuge didn't say this sentence.

Book Geng Xin stretched out his hand with the microphone in his hand, as if waiting for his decision.

Zhang Fuge looked at the microphone, as if thinking about whether to pick it up.

There was an impulse to tell Zhang Fuge that he could refuse to answer the phone, then stay on the scene, and then...

Then Zhang Fuge stepped forward and answered the phone.

He can tell Geng Xin's true colors, he can fight Captain Zhong in uniform, and he can despise a research institute. However, Zhang Fuge can't do any of them with the familiar editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief, president, and secretary.

Without the support of the newspaper, he didn't even have a place to publish an article.

Lifelong employment is a favorable condition for journalists to become the uncrowned king. Under normal circumstances, whether it is a newspaper, the government or a state-owned enterprise, it is difficult to make a decision to expel a journalist. At most, it is transferred to a spare job to provide for the aged.

For reporters, transfer is a terrible thing, but it is much more comfortable than real unemployment and lack of life.

But under certain circumstances, lifetime employment is also a prison.

A reporter not only depends on the newspaper’s income, but his house is also allocated by the newspaper. His children are probably also studying at the newspaper’s school. His wife’s work may also be solved by the newspaper. His medical care and even his father’s medical care are all taken care of by the newspaper. It may be in the accounts of the newspaper agency. Two years earlier, the food stamps were issued by the newspaper...

"Hey." Zhang Fuge's voice was a little weak, and the earpiece was put on his ear, as if he was deliberately staying away.

After this sound, Zhang Fuge didn't say a word.

But he did not let the receiver go.

Two minutes later, Zhang Fuge silently put down the microphone, looked forward again, crying tears in his eyes, but resolutely turned around, turned his back to Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory, and left the scene.

"Reporter Qian Xinyuan, please come over." Bo Geng Xin's expression did not change at all, as if he had expected it, he clicked another name.

For Bo Geng Xin, it was too simple to deal with a few stupid reporters and Yang Rui's resources to smash the sky. Once upon a time, his skills were prepared to instigate well-trained capitalist cadres.

Three minutes later.

Qian Xinyuan reporter left.

The protesting crowd suddenly burst into a loud noise, shouting one after another, and extremely resisted Bo Geng Xin's continued naming.

"Reporter Mei Zheyan." Bo Geng Xin ignored the crowd and continued to call his name.

Several students exchanged glances, rushed to the front, turned their backs to reporter Mei Zheyan, and blocked his way. On the surface, they yelled at Bo Geng Xin: "Are you doing all sorts of breaks? Too shameless. No! We won't answer your calls again..."

"Thank you for the trouble." The reporter Mei Zheyan forced the students apart.

He is an adult and has his own responsibilities. Seeing problems with political speculation, he immediately got new ideas.

After all, the students had little experience and did not resort to the method of forcefully pulling people to stay, and watched Mei Zheyan pick up the phone.

"I see, I'm about to leave." Mei Zheyan spoke into the microphone and said what she had thought about for a long time.

Book Geng Xin smiled, nodded to Mei Zheyan, and then looked at the crowd, as if he was going to continue the roll call.

"I'm leaving now." A domestic reporter put down the camera and dropped his head.

"Forget it, I will go back too."

"I...oh, I'm gone."

The remaining domestic reporters did not wait for the phone to ring again, but walked out of the crowd one by one, attracting the attention of many foreign reporters.

"Zhou, you can't go. Zhou, didn't you still say that you are willing to contribute to your ideals?" A blonde female reporter held the last middle-aged reporter in the crowd.

The latter really hesitated.

"Zhou, stay here, this is the best opportunity to fulfill your journalist dream, to be a true journalist, not afraid of power, and only report the facts." The blonde female reporter's English was bewitched every word.

Reporter Zhou lowered his head and said, "I can't just think about myself, I..."

"That's right, there are too many people waiting for your rescue. Zhou, cloning sheep is only the first step in Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory. Can you imagine that they will stop automatically? Impossible, they must be removed The bad behavior of Zhou was publicized and let the public know that the cloning was wrong, so that it would be possible to further stop them and stop the spread of the cloning." The blonde female reporter held Reporter Zhou’s rough spotted hand and solemnly said: "Zhou, can you imagine one? Is the world full of human clones and animals? Everyone goes to the hospital to clone themselves. Maybe some people will use clones to do bad things. Everyone must be careful in their lives, for fear that one day they will lose themselves. Human hair has cells extracted, and then the clone replaces itself..."

Zhou Zhou stood there blankly, did not leave immediately, and did not return.

"Foreign journalists, please show your media card now. If you have a media card, please stand up. If you don't have a media card, please pack your equipment and report to Captain Zhong in 3 minutes." Book Geng Xin did not wait for the last one to hesitate. A Chinese journalist, through Xu Zhengping, asked him to give orders to foreign media reporters in English~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A group of journalists raised their weapons-cameras and cameras, and pressed the shutter against the image of Geng Xin. , As if it could take him down.

"We don't need a media card."

"You can't hide the truth."

"We are reporting for people all over the world."

"Freedom of the press, freedom of the media!"

It is only natural that none of the foreign journalists present can get the media card issued by China. Although domestic controls have been loosened a little, the controls on the media have not been loosened at all. A compliant foreign media certificate must have not only the year, month, day and location, but also an interview outline.

Who can give them such a media card?

A group of foreign reporters are facing the outside with their cameras, as if they are facing an enemy.

Book Geng Xin just smiled openly, waved his hand, and said, "Take it all away."

"Take...take away?" Captain Zhong was already ready to order the expulsion, but he was a little surprised when he heard this order.

Bo Geng Xin was very disdainful of Captain Zhong's reaction. In his opinion, this was purely an outsider.

Book Geng Xin looked ahead and said in a low voice: "The duty room on the south side of the courtyard wall has been vacated. You take them over and they are all stripped. From hair check to **, so as not to hide the tape or film. In addition, men check men and women check women, don't mess around."

"But...but..." Captain Zhong didn't expect that there would be something more powerful, and the whole person was stupid. You are just a laboratory. Would you like to be like this?

"Be careful not to let people run away." Book Geng Xin interrupted Captain Zhong's mutter and urged: "Hurry up."

"But if we do it this way, we will be scolded to death."

"If you don't check, they won't scold you?" Bo Geng Xin looked at Captain Zhong like a fool, and said, "Or do you like being scolded with pictures?"