Power and Wealth

Next time.

Tuesday, morning.

Dong Xuebin had a 6 o'clock alarm last night, his phone chirped, he opened his eyes and woke up. He looked at the watch. He got up and dressed. He called Peng Gang at the police station with a cigarette and asked about the treatment of illegal merchants.

Peng Gang replied: "Ten people have been arrested, nine of whom have already been detained. ”

“Has the situation stabilized? No more trouble at the district hall, huh? ”

“They broke up after we arrested them last night, and they didn't show up today. ”

“That's good, old Peng, thanks for your hard work. ”

“Should be. ”

Dong Xuebin was reassured that things seemed to have come to an end, but he did not expect that the situation that had been gradually calmed down had changed again.

… the district council.

Peng Kun, deputy minister of organization in Nanshan District, was a bit like a needle felt. Yesterday the District Disciplinary Committee secretary talked to him individually. He asked about the fight that occurred yesterday morning in Liu Lane Hutong, Guangming Street. Peng Kun knew that his words were a little too much. He sat waxed at a pause and did not have a good night's sleep. He did not know what the district was thinking on this matter. He only knew that there was absolutely no problem on his side. Next month is the day of the training course for Party school cadres. Next month, Peng Kun will fall to Xiping District to work. There must be no accident. This is an extremely important change in his work.

So I thought, Peng Kun bit his teeth, picked up his phone and dialed a number, “Hey, President Chen, I'm Peng Kun. ”

After hanging up, Peng Kun made a sneer.

… At the next moment, Dong Xuebin's phone rang.

He's in the kitchen drumming early, sniffing a cell phone, “Who? ”

“Is he the director of the Light Street Office?” Opposite is the voice of a young man, "I am Liu Gang, a reporter from the South Morning Post, I want to interview you. Do you have time for this morning? ”

The South Morning Post?

This newspaper, Dong Xuebin, seems to have heard of it, but it is a small newspaper, and the influence is only mediocre.

Dong Xuebin frowned: “I have work to do in the morning. Call me if you need anything. ”

Liu Gang spoke faintly: “Yesterday morning in Liu Lane Hutong, I heard that the staff of the Guangming Street Office beat up the people and injured more than two dozen people, two of whom are still being treated in the hospital.” Because one person beat 26 people is a bit evil, apart from some people who saw it with their own eyes, many people did not believe it after rumors spread, so rumours gradually became more than two dozen public servants of the Light Street office beat the residents, which is logical, “I don't know what Director Dong's explanation for this? ”

Why is this happening again?

Dong Xuebin was tired of hearing, “At that time, people were instigating the masses, which caused the siege of local merchants, and we were forced to fight back. ”

Liu Gang said: "But haven't you considered the impact of beating the people? ”

Hey, are you still educating me?

Dong Xuebin coldly said: "Reporter Liu, right? I don't know what you're talking about. You can go down there and find out. ”

Liu Gang apathetically said: “We've already learned about it, and we've got some material. ”

“Now that you know, you shouldn't have called me, but you should have asked those illegal merchants why they had besieged political axe civil servants, why they knew they were breaking the law, why they disregarded the law! ”

“We interviewed a few battered civilians in the hospital. Everyone is very emotional and has developed great distrust of the political axe department. Director Dong, can I understand what you say? Do you think you are doing the right thing? ”

Did you get in trouble?

What, we worked so hard to clean up the illegal buildings for the safety of most of the people, and the illegal merchants bragged at us with knives and sticks, how come all the spears are pointing at our streets now? Like they're supposed to do it illegally? Is that what they're supposed to do when they're building illegal buildings? Is that what they're supposed to do? What we do is our fault?

Dong Xuebin understood, “To discover the facts, to report the facts faithfully. If I remember correctly, this is the journalist's duty, right? If you don't even know what happened in the Southern Morning Post, I can't answer anything. ”

”'All I know is that more than two dozen people have been injured by people in your streets,' said Liu Gang. 'Everyone complains. Everyone...

Fuck you!

Dong Xuebin was too lazy to be poor with him. He hung up directly. What is it?

He has no prejudice towards the profession of journalist, but Liu Gang of the South Morning Post disgusts him. He doesn't know anything, he will go blind with it. Blaming that accusation, he just wants to make your own news story big, how can you attract attention? Yes, it must be fascinating to write a political axe about civil servants beating people, but is that true? Off the hook!

After breakfast, Dong Xuebin watched the news for a while.

Ten minutes... twenty minutes... half an hour... Nanshan District TV screenplay broadcast the comprehensive work of the said rectification of illegal buildings, but it seems that the district also deliberately avoided hiding, and did not mention the bright street office yesterday.

At 8: 30, Dong Xuebin took his bag and went downstairs to the street office.

Office of the Secretary.

Shortly after Dong Xuebin entered the house, Zhou Yanru, the director of the Party and Political Affairs Office, rushed to knock on the door and step forward.

“Chief! Something's wrong!” Zhou Yanru had a newspaper in his hand.

“What's the matter?” Dong Xuebin is afraid to hear “Something's wrong" three words now, headache.

Zhou Yanru spread out the newspaper, pointing to the bottom of the front page, “This is the latest edition of the Southern Morning News. Look, it says our street! ”

Dong Xuebin's face changed. He quickly grabbed the newspaper and it caught fire when it was published. Yesterday's forced demolition of Guangming Street was reported. The newspaper did not write the cause at all, nor did Peng Kun incite it. He only said that the staff of Guangming Street injured more than two dozen merchants and residents during the forced demolition process. He talked about the injuries of the merchants. He said that the merchants were excited. There was also a picture of the nasal and bluish face of the battered residents in the hospital. The personal color of this article was very strong, and then looked at the tail - it was written by the reporter Liu Gang!

Suddenly the door opened again!

Qu Yiqiang, secretary of the disciplinary committee, walked in with a newspaper, "The South Morning News, this is bullshit! Why didn't you write about the merchant siege? Why didn't the merchant write about the knife? Why didn't the other hundreds of people clap their hands and say good things? What's this story? Bullshit! Isn't that blackening our street faces? What do people think when they see it? But the truth? ”

Dong Xuebin said calmly: “Liu Gang from the South Morning News called me in the morning. At that time, I heard him speak incorrectly. This is a sincere search! ”

Zhou Yanru said outrageously: “This is not excessive! This is a deliberate distortion of the truth! ”

At this time, Yu Rongfeng, deputy director of propaganda, also heard the news, immediately came to Dong Xuebin's office. When this article came out, it was tantamount to putting everyone in the Guangming Street office on fire baking, which not only affected their reputation, but also seriously damaged their image!

Dong Xuebin tapped the table, “Director Yu, please contact the District Committee's propaganda department to see if you can retract this issue of the South Morning News through the above! ”

“Okay.” Yu Rongfeng knew it was impossible, but went.

Zhou Yanru asked: "Director, what now? ”

Dong Xuebin read the newspaper again and slapped the table. "This South Morning Post has been sending such disturbing reports? ”

Zhou Yanru thought, "Not really, but they dare to write anything compared to other newspapers. ”

“That's right.” Qu Yiqiang suddenly said: “Last year our family went to the hotel, as if they had seen Minister Peng of the Organization Department and two vice presidents of the South Morning News for dinner. ”

Peng Kun and the South Morning Post?

Dong Xuebin understood after a moment. What the hell was that?

“Peng Kun?” Zhou Yanru was angry: “What's his big picture? Let the newspaper write such nonsense! It's not only ruining our street reputation! The reputation of the district will be torn apart! After all, this is caused by the organizing department. If Peng Kun did not interfere, the residents would not resist, our people would not be beaten, so many things would not have happened. Now he has caused chaos and beaten us back? Who the hell is this? ”

Dong Xuebin was in a bad mood and waved them back. He sat there alone smoking cigarettes.

This story in the Southern Morning News prompted a strong reaction from the people in a short period of time. Many of the unknown residents called the Light Street Office. Some people indiscriminately came up and yelled at them, which had a great impact on their street work!

At 10: 00 a.m., Dong Xuebin called to visit the district, but the feedback made Dong Xuebin angry, and he didn't know which district leader had neutralized the rare mud from it. What the disciplinary committee had already said yesterday had changed, and the district seemed to want to punish Dong Xuebin!

Paralysis!

This is going to be the wrong story for the South Morning Post??

Dong Xuebin started the case, he admitted that he did not have a good relationship with several district leaders, which is why he has been facing a situation of isolation, so now no one can help himself to speak fairly, but you can't bully people too much, right? I protected my soldiers! Keeps our street office staff safe! Solved the difficulties for most of the people whose interests were damaged by illegal buildings! It's justice!

You're going to dispose of me now? What the fuck!

Just because the South Morning Post is a completely unrealistic story??

Fuck your grandma!

Doesn't make me feel any better, does it? Who won't make me feel better? I won't fucking let anybody get away with this! I'd like to see who fought who! I'll see who fucking puts me down!

(To be continued)