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"...wakemeupwhenSeptemberends...wakemeupwhenSeptemberends..."

Hearing a familiar but inexplicable melody while sleeping, Zheng Yuan turned over irritably.Rubbing his right foot on the sheet twice, he suddenly realized that the other side of the bed was empty, and his chaotic consciousness turned over in mid-air and fell heavily.Zheng Yuan woke up.

That melody turned out to be the alarm music he recently set for his mobile phone.

"Sleeping until the National Day" is also a luxury dream of Zheng Yuan, who is now suffering from a splitting headache.Last night, he remembered that he was dragged home by Ouyang and laid on the bed, and then fell asleep.He stood up, stretched his neck to see that Ouyang's suitcase was still in the corner,

Then he lay down in peace.

Although the weekly magazine will have a regular meeting on Monday morning, he still wants to stay in the place where Ouyang stayed for a while longer.

A few minutes later, the phone's alarm rang again, and the person who sang "Sleep until National Day" kept urging Zheng Yuan to get up.He sighed and got up from the bed, rubbed his hair, and was about to wash up.

Walking to the simple desk at the door of the bedroom, Zheng Yuan found that Ouyang's mobile phone screen had two cracks and it was placed on the table.Under the phone, there is a piece of yellow note paper.He took out the note and saw that it was written in familiar handwriting: "The phone is broken. I get off work at six o'clock in the evening, and I will wait for you to come back for dinner."

Zheng Yuan picked up Ouyang's mobile phone and found two cracks on the screen.Press the navigation keys, the phone does not respond.He chuckled twice with his mouth crooked, folded the note in half, and put it in the pocket of his shorts.Walking into the living room, he thought for a while, then ran back to the bedroom, and put the notes into a box in the desk drawer where various cards were stored.

Closing the drawer, he suddenly felt like an idiot.Laughing a few times to help himself out, patting his head, he ran into the bathroom to wash up, change clothes, and go out.

It was almost noon when the departmental regular meeting was completed safely. Several colleagues were interviewing and running activities, and a few people were scattered.

Just when Zheng Yuan was going to have dinner with Gu Jun, Editor-in-Chief Wei suddenly called him to the office on WeChat.

Zheng Yuan walked into Editor-in-Chief Wei's office. He was typing something in front of the computer. When he saw Zheng Yuan coming in, he hurriedly turned around, smiling and beckoning Zheng Yuan to sit down on the opposite chair.

Seeing his smiling face, Zheng Yuan had a bad premonition in his heart.Editor-in-chief Wei has climbed from a reporter to his current position, focusing on the news content and advertising business of Guangsha Weekly, and he has a lot of city in his heart.Many people in the newspaper said behind his back that he was a smiling tiger, and Zheng Yuan had already heard about it.

"Leader, what are the arrangements?" Zheng Yuan sat upright and asked cautiously.

Editor-in-Chief Wei smiled and said, "I see you are in a good mood today?"

Zheng Yuan laughed twice and nodded.

Editor-in-Chief Wei handed Zheng Yuan a newspaper and said, "Last week, Kaiyuan's report was well done. Today, Youth Daily followed suit."

While flipping through the newspaper, Zheng Yuan expressed his gratitude to the leaders for their compliments. Over there, editor-in-chief Wei went on to say, "The vice president of Kaiyuan came to the newspaper last week and said that their boss attaches great importance to this matter. The boss of Kaiyuan and the president of Kaiyuan met for a weekend. We discussed that we will arrange an exclusive interview with their boss this week."

In the past, Zheng Yuan was not unaware of this kind of exchange of □□ for advertising, and the enemy turned into in-laws, but this time this simple and rude way shocked him.

Editor-in-Chief Wei looked at Zheng Yuan's appearance and said with a smile: "Since you wrote the negative, I still arrange you to do this interview, is it okay?"

Hearing what he said, Zheng Yuan couldn't refuse.Editor-in-Chief Wei gave Zheng Yuan a brief introduction to the background of Mr. Wei Yuan.It turned out that the Xingchen brand billiard case and cue used by Zheng Yuan when he was playing billiards in middle school were all made by Mr. Kaiyuan.

"You prepare the interview outline first. Kaiyuan has set a specific time, and we will go to the interview together." After the brief introduction, Editor-in-Chief Wei arranged tasks for Zheng Yuan.

Zheng Yuan accepted the task, simply went to the opposite side of the newspaper office to eat a braised chicken and rice, returned to the newspaper office, turned on the computer, and searched for the personal experience of Boss Kaiyuan.

The boss of Kaiyuan is called Zeng Xianqi, and he is an old man in his 60s and 90s. In the early [-]s, he was a team leader of the road construction team in Guangyang District.However, he was very business-minded. He seized the billiard craze of that era and launched a domestic brand of mid-to-high-end billiard game supplies, which is the Star brand.Now this brand is one of the game brands designated by snooker.

However, this old man refused to obediently make a pool table. In 2000, Kaiyuan began to get involved in the real estate development of Guangyang District, and built a batch of affordable housing for the Guangyang District Government, earning the first place in real estate from the middle. pot of gold.Later, due to the impact of branded real estate companies, Kaiyuan focused on the development of leisure and resort real estate.On its own small land in Guangyang District, hotels, villas, golf courses and other leisure and resort facilities have been built one after another. This comprehensive resort project is called Kaiyuan Holiday Villa.

The news that Zheng Yuan wrote last week about the illegal construction and sale of villas on commercial land was about the villa project in Kaiyuan Holiday Villa...Ziyun’s original work.

Zheng Yuan searched the Internet for Zeng Xianqi's remarks on the real estate industry, and found that he had hardly made any industry remarks except that he, as a member of the Yancheng Political Consultative Conference, mentioned the issue of rising housing prices at the city's two sessions four years ago.Zheng Yuan recalled Zeng Xianqi's experience along the way, and realized that this person is actually an opportunist, who is good at seizing market hotspots and using his political and business resources to amass money.

After sorting out the materials, Zheng Yuan lost interest in Zeng Xianqi's interview.He admired people with professional standards and the spirit of research, and speculators like Mr. Zeng wanted to flatter their stinky feet according to the leader's wishes, Zheng Yuan couldn't get up.

But thinking about it, work still needs to be done.Zheng Yuan drew up a set of interview outlines based on Zeng Xianqi's personal experience and the company's business, and sent them to editor-in-chief Wei through the newspaper's communication software.Within a few minutes, Editor-in-Chief Wei replied: "That's right, let's pick according to this method, mainly to show his person and company."

Zheng Yuan agreed with some depression in front of the computer, and looked down at the time, it was almost 05:30 in the afternoon.Next to the new station, the editor of the economic news section has rushed to the newspaper office to prepare for the next day's page.He and the reporter and the editor-in-chief decided on the topic, urged the reporter to write the manuscript, and found the beauty to compile the map. Zheng Yuan watched them busy, remembering the days in the social breaking news team, and he was busy from the second half of every day like this.Now that I think about it, I seem to be separated from that life by hundreds of thousands of miles.

But nostalgia, nostalgia, are more important than going home.Thinking of the note Ouyang left when he left home in the morning, he was clamoring in his heart, and his subordinates quickly picked up the odds and ends on the workstation.

Zheng Yuan was running the train in his mind, when he raised his head, Wei Chen suddenly appeared next to his work station, propping his elbows on the partition of the work station, quietly looking at him with a silly smile on his face.

"Scare me, why are you here?"

Wei Chen smiled slyly, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Yuanyuan, you smile a little disgustingly, like you're blaming an uncle."

Zheng Yuan waved at her and said, "I'll be an uncle in two years. No, it's the master. The handsome man is the uncle."

Wei Chen was amused with a snort, and after laughing, he said solemnly: "Master Zheng, I put the keys to the house on the coffee table in the living room. I asked Gu Jun to keep an eye on the renting issue for me. You two are old acquaintances, if you have any questions Very negotiable."

Zheng Yuan gave a thumbs up and said: "The efficiency is really high, and I didn't help."

Wei Chen tilted his head and picked out a Hershey chocolate from the candy box on Zheng Yuan's desk, tore off the wrapping paper and handed it to Zheng Yuan.Zheng Yuan shook his head,

She threw it into her mouth and said, "That's right, just leave. My man is waiting for me at home. If I don't go back now, who knows what will happen in the future."

Hearing what she said, Zheng Yuan was touched in his heart, nodded and said, "I never thought you could get married. Do you remember that when I first met you, your hair was only so short, and you wore a leafy green shirt?" The robe, the editor's room and the proofreading room ran at both ends, at the time I thought this was a Taoist nun from somewhere."

Wei Chen rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, that's a literary style, what a big robe. I'm telling you, are you free tonight? I have a meal with some old colleagues, and I will fly back to my hometown in the middle of the night. "

Zheng Yuan looked at his watch, it was almost six o'clock, remembering the note left by Ouyang, it was difficult to make a decision.

"If you're busy, wait until you have a chance to talk about it later." Seeing that Zheng Yuan was hesitating, Wei Chen first proposed.

It would be better if she didn't say that, but Zheng Yuan couldn't bear to refuse.After all, the next time we meet, we don't know what year and month it will be.

Thinking about going home as soon as possible, Zheng Yuan followed Gu Jun and several other colleagues to a nearby restaurant to bid Wei Chen farewell.

After the wine was opened, everyone clinked glasses and said some nostalgic words.Unknowingly, more than an hour passed, and Zheng Yuan found that the beer in the cup became more and more bitter.

If there is no problem with Ouyang's cell phone, at least he can send him a message and tell him now.Now so silently disappeared

What would Ouyang think?

After taking another sip of wine, Zheng Yuan felt that he was being self-indulgent.

Just as he was thinking, Gu Jun who was sitting beside him asked in a low voice, "Did Ouyang go to your place?"

Zheng Yuan nodded and muttered, "I'm broken in love."

"Is it okay to leave him alone?" Gu Jun muttered as he took a mouthful of vegetables.

Zheng Yuan drooped his eyelids and said, "It's not a child."

Gu Jun saw that he said it easily, but his expression was not the same, he kicked Zheng Yuan's foot under the table and winked at him.Zheng Yuan shook his head, and glanced at Wei Chen who was chatting happily.

Gu Jun sighed, put down his chopsticks, raised his voice and said to Wei Chen: "Wei Chen, look at my memory. I'm really sorry, I still have an interview here and I have to talk to Zheng Yuan in a hurry. You guys eat, I will toast you three glasses .I wish you a happy wedding in advance, a happy marriage for a hundred years, an early birth of a precious son, ten years of raising trees, and a hundred years of educating people!"

As he spoke, Gu Jun gulped down three glasses of beer, patted Zheng Yuan on the shoulder, and beckoned him to go with him.

Wei Chen looked at Gu Jun, widened his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and complained, "What are you talking about in the last two sentences? You guys are so mean."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Zheng Yuan again, sighed and said: "Forget it, you can take Master Zheng back, I think he is so out of his mind, it looks like I bullied him."

Several colleagues heard the words "Master Zheng", laughed and joked with Zheng Yuan, asking when he changed his seniority in Wei Chen.

Here Zheng Yuan is apologizing to Wei Chen, and Gu Jun has already pulled him out of the restaurant due to inattention.

On the curb, Zheng Yuan shook the sweat off his head and said thank you.Gu Jun took a breath and said, "Don't thank me, I also feel uncomfortable seeing you like that."

Zheng Yuan glanced across the street, feeling a little depressed, took out the cigarette case from his bag, and handed Gu Jun a cigarette.Gu Jun waved his hand and said:

"I quit recently."

Seeing that Gu Jun didn't answer, Zheng Yuan put away his cigarette, said: "I'll treat you to dinner another day", and left.Gu Jun hurriedly called him to stop, and said in a low voice, "Actually, I really want to ask you for help in the interview."

Zheng Yuan turned his head, looked at Gu Jun's sunken cheeks after running Deep News, and said, "Say it."

Gu Jun hesitated, and said: "There is an interview tomorrow night, will you accompany me? The time and place have been agreed."

Zheng Yuan wondered, Gu Jun is now in the in-depth investigation team, what kind of interviews should he accompany?

Gu Jun clapped the mushroom twice, clasped his hands together and begged, "There are some special circumstances...don't say you won't go."

Although Zheng Yuan and Gu Jun are not friends who wear crotch pants, but from high school to the present, among the few friends who can make friends with him, Gu Jun is considered one who can't escape.For an interview, Zheng Yuan has absolutely no obligation to refuse.

After setting off from the newspaper office for an interview at 7 o'clock tomorrow night, and saying goodbye to Gu Jun, Zheng Yuan picked up the bicycle from the newspaper office and went home.