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Song Xinci smiled and didn't speak, just about to pick up the paper on the table and take a look, but Xia Yao quickly put it into the bag: "What do you want to drink?" Xia Yao zipped up the briefcase, looked up and asked .

Song Xinci half-closed his eyes: "What's the matter? If you can tell Liu Yanghao, you can't tell me."

"It's nothing, just ask him about something." As he spoke, he beckoned, and a waiter came over: "A glass of watermelon juice, thank you." After the waiter left, Xia Yao said to Song Xinci: "I ordered it for you. thirsty."

"Summer hasn't arrived yet, oh, by the way, how did you report the Sun Qiang case?" Song Xinci was not entangled either.

"Sort out cause and effect, and report the facts." Xia Yao tapped the pen: "Sun Qiang went out to work in 2012 to subsidize his family. He worked on a construction site. Except for the expenses of the whole family, he didn't have much money left. He returned to his hometown in September 2016. Borrowing money, saying that he wanted to do business with a friend, but he was cheated, and the money was not recovered. He couldn't think about it for a while, and wanted to commit suicide. He was rescued by firefighters, and the police helped him to pay for his travel expenses. He asked for debts, started drinking, and was surrounded by gossip, saying that his wife gave him a cuckold and beat his wife twice in three days. That day Sun Qiang drank all night, and when he came back in the morning, he wanted to beat his wife again. His wife resisted once, and in the end... "Xia Yao sighed, but didn't continue.

Song Xinci shook his head and said, "Give me your classmate's phone number, I said that I will help Sun Die go to school."

Xia Yao opened the phone's address book, flipped through it, handed the phone to Song Xinci, propped her chin with one hand, and saw that Song Xinci lowered his head slightly and was recording the number.

When Song Xinci looked up, he happened to meet Xia Yao's eyes and smiled triumphantly: "Has she become more beautiful again?"

Xia Yao squinted her eyes: "I have always been beautiful." But she was thinking about the Sun Qiang case in her heart, which was hateful and pitiful.

"Sister Yao, when you report the news, do you condemn those things that are particularly irritating? For example, things that are not right or wrong?" Song Xinci asked Xia Yao, returning the phone.

Xia Yao shook her head: "Everyone has different ideas and different criteria for judging right and wrong. What you think is beautiful may be considered ugly by others. Some people think that news is a record of the development and changes of objective things. It is a kind of objective information. Most people believe that news should contain awareness-guiding meanings, promote universal values, or be supervised by public opinion. These are all fine. I think the essence of news is generally concerned with people, triggering people’s reflection and thinking, and promoting social progress.”

The watermelon juice came up, and Song Xinci took a sip and said, "You said so much, but you didn't answer my question."

Xia Yao looked at her watch and said, "I have my own views on things, but the reports only describe the facts. It's just a matter of personal personality. It's okay to report with an attitude. Readers will have different opinions, and the wise will see their wisdom. "

"Sister Yao, did you check your watch just now?" Song Xinci looked up at Xia Yao pitifully.

Xia Yao smiled embarrassingly: "Well, I'm going to the company, I'm sorry, Xinci, I will accompany you next time."

Song Xinci pushed the watermelon juice aside and stood up: "I'll see you off."

This is Xia Yao's first time riding in Song Xinci's car, and her posture is a bit restrained. In all honesty, Xia Yao is not a materialistic person, but because she likes her, she has developed a lot of inferiority complex.

Song Xinci sent Xia Yao to the office building where Siji News is located, and stopped Xia Yao when she got off the car: "Sister Yao, why don't I pick you up from get off work later."

Xia Yao waved her hand and refused: "Don't play around crazy, go home early, be careful not to get water on the wound, remember to go to the hospital to change the dressing in time, and eat more blood-enriching food."

Song Xinci covered his mouth and smiled: "Why don't you resign and take care of me."

Xia Yao nodded in her heart, but I thought, waved her hand: "Bye bye." Turned around and entered the office building.

Arriving at the company floor, Xia Yao went straight to the office of her immediate supervisor, Lao Yang, and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Xia Yao unscrewed the door and opened the briefcase while walking: "Old Yang, I want to make a news report."

Lao Yang is a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body and a Mediterranean hairstyle. He raised his head and glanced at Xia Yao: "Big news?" In the past, Xia Yao never took the initiative to find someone to go with him except for the company's appointment. She chose topics by herself, because It is a full employment contract system, except for a little guaranteed salary, each report is paid according to the degree of attention, because of hard work, in the position of reporter, Xia Yao's salary is generally the highest in the whole company.

With a rare serious expression, Xia Yao took out a stack of documents and handed them to Lao Yang: "I want to visit secretly, collect information, and disclose two illegal lending companies."

Lao Yang has rich experience, and he immediately saw the difficulty: "This is easy to be retaliated against."

"Well, so I'm here to ask your opinion."

Lao Yang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, stood up, walked to the window, took two puffs, exhaled a few smoke rings, walked back to the desk after a while, bent down and extinguished the cigarette , put it in the ashtray, got up and said to Xia Yao: "Okay, I will do this news with you."

……

After watching Xia Yao enter the office building, Song Xinci sat in the car bored for a while, when the phone rang suddenly, Song Xinci picked up the phone, it was Chen Kang's, decisively muted it, and threw the phone aside.

Song Xinci looked at the street trees outside the car window and thought, hiding like this is not an option.Chen Kang's father is the chairman of the Chen Consortium, which is the major shareholder of the Zhengjin Group founded by his father. He can run away from a monk but can't run away from a temple.

The phone hung up by itself, Song Xinci picked up the phone, looked through the address book, and made a call.

"Xu Lang, I have something to do with you."

"Stop talking too much, it's urgent, see you at the old place."

"It's only half an hour for you to get out."

"Bye-Bye."

Four or ten minutes later, Song Xinci's car stopped in front of Alice's bar. Xu Lang had been standing by the door for a long time. Seeing Song Xinci's arrival, he trotted up to Song Xinci and jokingly said, "Daddy!" Miss hasn't come to join us for a long time, why do you want to come here today?"

Song Xinci brushed his hair, pinched his fingers, and said with airs: "Little prodigal son, hurry up and help me in."

Xu Lang stretched out his left arm: "The servant leads the order."

Alice Bar is one of the largest large bars in Yangchuan City. It is a place of ecstasy. It opens at [-]:[-] pm, but Xu Lang is the owner, so he can enter whenever he wants.

Xu Lang mixed a Margarita for Song Xinci and a Tequila Sunrise for himself.

Song Xinci sat on the bar chair in front of the bar, crossed his legs, picked up a cigarette from the bar, lit a Yellow Crane Tower 1916, held the cigarette between his slender fingers and flicked the ash gracefully, and his wine-red fingernails were alluring And bold.

The big wavy curls of linen gray are casually draped, and the thin and thin back really makes me feel pitiful.The only fly in the ointment is that a small circle of hair above the forehead is shaved and wrapped in gauze.

Xu Lang looked at Song Xinci's back in a daze for a while, then walked forward with two glasses of mixed cocktails, and said with a smile, "Miss, what happened to your head?"

Song Xinci took a puff of cigarette, took Margaret from Xu Lang's hand, and asked without answering the question, "Xu Lang, do you know Chen Kang?"

Xu Lang looked like an idiot: "Isn't this nonsense, your old man has been playing with your boyfriend for several months."

Song Xinci took a sip of wine, hooked Xu Lang's shoulder with the hand holding the cigarette: "Dude, we grew up together, you have to help me."

Xu Lang took a sip of his wine and said with a smile, "Go up the mountain of swords, or go down into the sea of ​​fire, what you old man said."

Song Xinci smiled and said: "We broke up two days ago, and you always bother me. You pretended to be my boyfriend and sent him away."

Xu Lang took a few steps forward, turned around and looked at Song Xinci with his arms folded, and smiled too, so that he couldn't tell the truth from the fake: "Okay."

Song Xinci raised his glass from a distance, and touched it in the air: "Thank you."

Xu Lang shook his head: "You, you are such a disaster, you have hurt so many people's hearts."

Song Xinci put down his drink, took out his mobile phone, stood up with a smile, and walked to Xu Lang's side: "Come on, take a group photo and post it on Moments."

……

Xia Yao walked out of the office building and stopped a taxi to Fuchunrong Financial Company.

She and Lao Yang divided their jobs, and went to borrow money one by one to understand the process.One is to visit those who have borrowed money from this company to collect information about illegal lending and debt collection.

When Xia Yao got out of the car, she looked at her watch, it was 23:[-].Then stepped on the steps and walked in.

There is a touch of red sunset in the sky.

From afar, someone opened the door for her and greeted her in: "Hello, this is Fuchunrong Financial Company. May I help you?" The receptionist smiled very standard, just showing six teeth.

Xia Yao looked anxious and said, "I made an agreement with your manager Zhang at two o'clock this afternoon. Now I have brought my ID card and I am in a hurry to spend the money. Where is your manager Zhang?"

"Okay, please wait there for a while, I'll help you find Manager Zhang."

After a while, a lady in her thirties came out, it was Manager Zhang.

When signing the contract, Xia Yao asked Manager Zhang to explain the terms of the contract twice, and she also checked repeatedly. Manager Zhang always answered that there was no problem, it was reasonable, legal and compliant.

Xia Yao said thank you and walked out of the gate of Fuchunrong Financial Company.

It was getting late, the street lights had been turned on, and the city was still full of traffic.

Xia Yao patted the bag, there was a recording pen inside.

During the whole day today, Xia Yao only drank a cup of coffee. At this moment, she felt a little hungry. She took out her mobile phone to see where there is food, because she was used to opening WeChat Moments first.

Scroll down two pages, it is Song Xinci's new circle of friends.

A photo of her and a man, smiling happily at each other, the background light is a little dim, it looks very ambiguous, Song Xinci is hooking the man's neck, holding a half-lit cigarette in his left hand.

With six words: Hello, Mr. Xu.