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"No? What do you mean there is no plot?" Leon asked loudly in his heart.

"I don't believe you really didn't understand." The system said with disgust.

"Wait, the question I just asked you is, male second, the scientist businessman we all met just now, in that original article, in that original article that you maintain every day, what kind of plot is there— - Did you tell me?!!"

"I made it clear to you on the first day that this article is a scam, it's a scam. So you develop the next plot," the system said forcefully, "Dude, forget about it yourself, you Still coming to trouble me?"

"But don't Edith and Lancer both have corresponding original plots?" Leon asked confidently.

"That's for you to adapt, we put you in a relatively high-level plot, who knows that you don't play cards according to the rules." The system muttered.

"Are you sure it's still my fault?" Leon laughed angrily.

The system hummed twice, as if saying "Isn't it?"

"So you don't know anything about this Kevin?" Leon still wanted to make sure.

"Don't worry, he is the standard male number two, affectionate, rich, only pays attention to you, and always has a spare tire."

"I don't need the latter sentence, no, I don't need the whole sentence, I don't intend to use him as a spare tire." Leon said, pinching his brows.

Just kidding, who can use such a person as a spare tire?People can use the goal of "moving all human beings to alien planets".

Leon was also worried that after playing with him, one day he woke up and found himself kidnapped on Mars with only a knife and a bag of potato seeds on him, and then he had to study how to send a distress signal to space, which would make the situation more complicated.

Who knows if he arbitrarily developed a plot into a career line similar to hegemony, will an article develop from an urban orthodoxy to an interstellar fantasy article?This is a specialty of a certain company.

Leon personally is not sensitive to topics like "interstellar immigration". He prefers to stand on the ground with his feet honestly and enjoy the sense of security being firmly grasped by gravity.

"That's it," he thought with a headache, "no matter what Kevin comes up with, even if it is really about interstellar immigration and open up the interstellar era, I will stay on the earth and continue to build and maintain." Take care of parents, give them old age, Instead of nibbling it clean and running'—that's what I should be doing."

The arrangement was similar to Binny's. After seeing off the 'representative of green environmental protection', the courier arrived. Boxes of various sizes were piled up in the room, and there was almost no place for Leon to set foot.

He didn't understand what else Meera was going to buy, and there must be everything in these boxes, given the circumstances.

Thinking about it, he called Binny, and it took a long time to hear Binny's voice, and he immediately said, "When are you coming back?"

"Wait a minute," Binny mumbled. "We're... busy."

James screamed from the microphone: "Tell me if he wants Kevin's autograph, I have to know!"

And Oscar's yell: "Don't just barge into someone's dressing room especially if he's not wearing his pants bastard!"

"Tell James, I'll recommend it to Kevin." Leon said, "I tried my best, but... what's wrong with your pants?"

"We're trying on clothes." Binny said as if nothing had happened. "Now I'm going to throw James out first. The shopping guide doesn't look right at both of us."

Leon imagined the chaotic scene, and grinned stupidly: "Since you are all in the shopping mall, why not eat there. There is nothing good to eat near Zhengfu."

"what would you do?"

"Bring me some?"

"Wait... get out." Binny yelled briefly, apparently successfully sending James out, "Wait a minute, is the courier here?"

"Just arrived."

“Just right, the foam box is supposed to hold steaks, pasta and pork rolls, and there’s a big box that has a microwave in it so you can take them out and heat things up,” Binny said.

"Looks like you're all set."

Only then did Leon recall: He should have left Kevin to eat, after all the other party ate so many biscuits, maybe he was hungry, and it was still as cold as hell.

Thinking of this, he groaned in pain.

"What?" Binny asked immediately.

"I just had the richest client in Country X leave our office cold and hungry."

"Oh," Binny replied flatly, "this is much better than the worst outcome I expected."

"What's the worst possible outcome?"

"We have to go home and help you dispose of the body: Oscar is responsible for destroying the body, I am responsible for eradicating traces, James is responsible for cleaning up all relevant Internet information, and Meera is responsible for dismissing all courts that have accused you. Let's pretend that there is no Kevin in the world Temoxi."

Leon couldn't help but laugh: "Oh, this is indeed the worst situation."

"Since we haven't reached this point, there's nothing to worry about," Binny said solemnly.

"Golden words," Leon laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist, "This is definitely golden words. Alright, I'll look for something to fill my stomach. Wait for you to come back. L..."

He stopped short.

"L... what?" Binny's voice sounded like his own.

"Life!" Leon said firmly, "I mean 'life'! 'Life! When you think it can't get worse, it really is worse!' When I talked to Kevin, I wanted to say This sentence. You know that he is very sci-fi, and it’s hard not to think of him in front of him. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy..."

"I understand," Binney relaxed and reminded, "The reporter you want will arrive at one o'clock, pay attention to the time."

"No problem. See you later." Leon hung up the phone in a hurry, without putting the last sentence into his mind at all.

So when Aldo walked to the door of Leon's office, he saw this picture:

The door of the office was open, inside were stacks of unpacked cardboard boxes, and a handsome and dazzling young man was sucking his fingers resentfully.

He raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Excuse me?"

The young man looked at him, immediately pulled out his fingers, stepped over an obstacle, and stumbled to him.

"Sorry, I was scratched by the A4 paper." He explained, "Please don't write this scene in any report, even though I know it is really out of character."

Aldo curled his lips and said, "Do all the current assistants feel so good about themselves?"

"What?" The young man was taken aback, with an embarrassing blush on his face, "I'm not an assistant, I...uh..."

"Of course I know, you are Leon Morton." Aldo laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "You don't think I won't read the interviewee's profile first, do you?"

Realizing that it was a joke, Leon also laughed, patted his head and laughed at himself: "My God, this is really stupid."

"We won't put all the trivial things in the newspaper, at least I won't."

"That's great, please come in, um...wait a moment." Leon turned around and kicked away the boxes that got in the way, clearing a way for the guests, "Please come in."

"Clean up the room?" Aldo made a fuss about the place.

"Yeah, just delivered." Leon said, "Sorry, I was reminded of the time, maybe I was too focused."

He looked at his phone: "Oh, it's really one o'clock, exactly one o'clock. You are really on time."

"Yes, 'Mr. Punctuality' is my nickname." Aldo said as he followed Leon into a single room in the office.

"Please sit down, what do you want to drink?" Leon quickly wiped the biscuit crumbs on the table with a handkerchief, "This is really...a mess...I just took out the coffee machine."

"Soak what you have." Aldo said frankly, "I'm not picky."

"And no more honorific titles," he added.

"Thank God, no, I didn't mean that, I respect people who do your job." Leon let out a breath, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the cup and hot water bottle, "I just have to say, you and I imagined Too much the same."

Aldo sat down on the sofa. He was probably in his fifties, very stocky, with a square chin, a neat beard, brown eyes and short hair, and a dark suit. He looked like an old-school gentleman.

"I understand what you mean," he said, looking around. "When you hear the words 'investigative reporter,' some people either don't know what it means, or they confuse us with political reporters."

"I can only say that you should be very serious and want to dig into issues related to social crisis." Leon said, "No, you know, just kidding or something."

"Well, the nickname of this profession is 'dung picker reporter'." Aldo shrugged, "I don't want to open my eyes in the morning and just stare at the devastation. But there is no way. After working in this position for a long time, I will inevitably feel that society is a shit. Pit. If you can't learn humor, you can only go to depression."

Leon poured water into the cup, wondering if the other party could still drink this cup of yellow tea.

Then he came back bravely with his tea.

"I actually didn't have much hope at first," he said. "I didn't expect there to be investigative journalists, I mean..."

"Of course, there are too many entertainment reporters in China." Aldo clearly understood what he meant, and said frankly, "Actually, the investigative reporters in our country can be counted with ten fingers, excluding those who have changed careers or fatal.

"After all, being an entertainment reporter, a financial reporter, a political reporter, and a bureaucratic reporter is safe and you can get a salary. Being a self-media reporter is more popular and easier to gather traffic. A war reporter... well, it depends on the specific situation. As for the investigative reporter, it's not easy to please. , the only thing to learn is how to keep your mouth shut."

"But you're still here."

"How could you not come?" Aldo laughed at himself, quite emotionally, "Do you know what the way to protect yourself is? Dangling around like a fly in front of everyone every day, so that when I disappear without a sound , someone might come to follow me and ask on the forum, 'Where did that nasty Aldo go? We haven't heard him expose current affairs in a long time'."

"Did you get into any trouble?" Leon heard the point of this sentence.

Aldo grabbed his cup, took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "I exposed a child sex bribery case, which involved a lot of people and got me into big trouble. Someone offered a reward of 500 million yuan for my head."

He carefully examined Leon's expression with sharp eyes, not letting go of even the slightest change: "At this time, I focused on State B, and my instinct told me that there was a problem there. I think you need to let the public know what happened in State B." What to do, so that you can get a favorable opportunity. I am willing to help you. The request is that I want to live in this place, I want to live in your territory, and get your shelter."

Leon pondered, "If you were with me, people would doubt the fairness of the investigation."

"Yes," Aldo smiled bitterly, "I shouldn't even come to you alone, I should use the method I used in the past: sneak into State B alone, investigate latently, obtain the testimony of most witnesses, and experience the life there personally. To risk some pictures, gather all the clues, and then expose you in the papers, sneer at you, and slam you like hell—but I'm old."

He sighed heavily and bowed his head: "Once a person succumbs to aging, everything is over. I no longer believe in the power of the public and the truth, and I bow my head more and more to what I used to despise."

"Wait a moment," Leon felt that something was wrong the more he listened, he interrupted him and said in surprise, "What do you think I want to do?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Morton, Leon," Aldo said immediately, "Although I haven't really done it, I understand your mentality very well. I can try to help you cover up the truth."

"Cover up the truth? I didn't want to cover it up, I wanted to expose it!"

"Yeah, no problem, let's expose 'part'." Aldo blinked, raised his hands, and stretched out two fingers to signify the quotation marks.

"You really misunderstood!"

Aldo froze, stared at him for a while, and asked suspiciously, "Did I really misunderstand?"

"If I want to write articles that beautify myself, I just need to find other reporters." Leon explained dumbfoundingly, "I know the difference between investigative reporters very well: I worked hard to find you, but I only hope that the facts will be reported."

"Because you didn't do anything bad in State B?"

"...You are right in saying that."

Aldo finally realized it, and took out a pipe from his pocket and put it between his lips surrounded by a bushy beard: "I'm sorry, Mr. Morton, I'm really sorry! I misunderstood, no serious customer likes to see the investigation Reporter, when John contacted me, I thought you wanted to..." He smiled bitterly, "I'm so panicked, old man."

"I don't mind you smoking," Leon said, took out the lighter, and then stopped.

If the other party took out a cigarette, he could hand out the lighter logically, but... a pipe?

He didn't know how to light the pipe, so he smiled at Aldo: "I also smoke, I hope the atmosphere can be more relaxed and casual. Because from now on, there is no misunderstanding between us."

"In that case, I'm not welcome. I feel that you have a long story to tell." Aldo took out the tobacco box and matchbox from his pocket carelessly, holding the pipe in his hand, "I can listen slowly .”

Although the heating was turned on in the room, looking at Aldo's appearance, Leon felt that there should be a fireplace here.He lit a cigarette and told the other party everything that happened in State B, from Nathan's death to the stigma on his back, from "urban legend" to Duman to Edson.

Aldo is a good person, and he is definitely a careful and cunning questioner. Although Leon deliberately conceals many key information and concentrates on preventing every question from the other party, he is still not sure if there is anything that should not be disclosed. The information was caught by Aldo.

During the whole process, he smoked four or five cigarettes, and the pipe in Aldo's hand was still not finished.

"In fact, you want to use the power of the people to put an end to this terrible experience." Aldo concluded.

"I'm not a superhero, I can't fight alone," Leon said. "Any struggle that is out of the crowd is unreliable. I know what a lot of people think, and I know how our system works: everyone Everyone thinks like this, 'I paid taxes, these things should be handed over to the government, don't bother us, I spent money!' But this is wrong, everyone should fulfill a responsibility to the society, relying on individual powerlessness Finish."

"I have to say, you are different from other regular customers." Aldo said lightly, "They will only tell the public, 'Leave these to us, and we will help you solve the problem.' And no one will admit that they are Can't do it. Know what I'm thinking right now?"

Leon was holding a cigarette, and looked calmly into his eyes through the smoke.

"If I just recorded it, as long as you record that passage of yours and play it out, your political career will be completely ruined." Aldo said with emotion, "No one will trust you anymore, and no one will vote for you again. .What they want is a god who can do everything, at least he has to think he is a god, so that they will believe in him and are willing to work hard with him."

"I can take back that paragraph and pretend to be a god." Leon said, "I just have to explain my intentions to you. Don't you want that too? So far no one has fully understood the state of B. In reality, I think you can grab the first share."

"You trust me?"

"Honestly speaking, I'm very happy to know that there are investigative reporters here." Leon replied earnestly, "I especially appreciate one sentence: the more important responsibility of journalists should be to constantly discover And dissect social problems."

"My God!" Aldo laughed for 5 minutes.

Leon looked at him blankly, not understanding what was the point of the joke.

"Everyone!" Aldo shouted, waving his pipe, "Everybody hates me!"

"Aldo?"

"People don't need the truth to scare them into panic. The government doesn't need me to expose the 'ugliness' to people to show its incompetence. Both sides want to maintain the grand scene they imagined. They think I will only add to the chaos. You trust me now, It's because I'm useful to you." Aldo shook his head, wiped his eyes, and said to himself, "Even so, there will still be no good results."

Leon cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Aldo..."

"I gave up because my report didn't have any splashes except for a 500 million hidden flower. I knew that my time as an investigative reporter was approaching." Aldo said, "I have been in the industry for decades. Watching peers come in and peers disappear, I know which omen is the most dangerous."

Leon was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "If you don't want to participate, I will still take you in and guarantee your safety."

"Do you know?"

"I will." Leon replied, "I can understand your feelings. I also lost justice, so I decided to use all my strength to get it back. This is the same thing as protecting you. When a soldier is old, he needs There is a place to go back to."

Aldo reached out to Leon with his free hand and took his hand.

The old man believed the young man's sincerity, and his eyes were filled with tears: "Whenever I think I'm going to give up, there are always new things to stimulate my nerves. I don't want my friendship with you to have a bad result, Leon."

Leon sighed in his heart, it wasn't that he didn't think he would be rejected, but when he really faced it, the blow was particularly severe.

But Aldo went on to say: "So I suggest that you can recommend a trustworthy young man with a sense of justice to me, and I will train him. He should be the one who broke the whole incident, the new watchman."

Leon thought for a moment, and a candidate faintly came to mind, he nodded: "That's okay."

"I just hope he's not the best friend." Seeing this, Aldo grinned, "Because you're a straight guy and he's a dung picker. You'll hurt each other for the rest of your life until you can't take it anymore and break his neck."

"I won't do that." Leon said seriously.

"Let's see."

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