"Don't say help! Two days ago, the police station came back and arrested two of our colleagues for taking bribes, and they are still in detention and interrogation." Su Dong said of his excitement, the documents he had been holding were almost lost. He crushed it without knowing it.
Xia Meng and Zhou Haoran were both full of indignation at first, but after a few seconds they were silent. There were mixed feelings in their hearts. Although they had entered the industry not long ago, they still understood some things.
Journalists are such an embarrassing profession, because as long as the work relationship is to report facts, they will often criticize the local "government" or professional departments and offend people, and it is very difficult for the units criticized by the reporters to refute the reports. So those people usually use their identities as reporters to pick them out.
Those who want to retaliate often first find the news party who provided clues to the reporter, and use various methods or means to ask whether the reporter has paid the reporter, even if he bought a ticket for the reporter or invited a meal. The exact price and amount will be calculated, and then they will accumulate the incidents over several years, and let the local judicial organs hold the journalists criminally responsible, closed, and sentenced for bribery.
The embarrassment of the identity of a reporter is that whether it is a print or TV media, even a private company like Nanzhou Magazine, strictly speaking, they are linked to state agencies. Even contract workers are public servants of the state and are charged with bribery. qualifications.
Every year there are countless journalists accused of taking bribes in China. In fact, quite a few of them may not take anything from others, let alone spend other people’s money. At best, they let the journalist buy a ticket or eat a meal. Accumulation becomes a crime of accepting bribes.
Just when everyone in the audience was so sad that they could only watch the gangsters making trouble here unreasonably, Yang Can snorted coldly in his heart and sent a text message with his mobile phone.
Sitting in the center of Zheng Chucheng, seeing these arrogant gangsters running wild on his TV station but unable to do anything, he felt a sense of desolation in his heart. The facts in front of him are the current social environment, even if he is determined to use the hands of this media. To come out of the filth under the dark side, how helpless it is.
Without strong power to support him behind his back, this Nanchu Satellite TV is nothing, its hands and feet can only be tied to death.
Thinking of him on a satellite TV station, he even made a few gangsters upset. This is the biggest reason why Nanchu TV, a TV station that used to be a social news station, is now struggling.
That's all, that's all, this media industry can't go on with people with old ideas like him. After closing his eyes deeply, Zheng Chucheng sighed slowly, feeling frustrated.
There was an inexplicable sadness in the air. Everyone seemed to be sad for their inability. A young female reporter in her early twenties standing in the corner was trembling and trying to get out of the gate, sitting in the middle with a face full of faces. Wang Gang, the sturdy man, gave a wink immediately, and a bastard jumped out, stopped in front of the female reporter, and grinned: "Beauty, where are you going? Let's finish our affairs first. …"
"Toilet. I want to go to the toilet." The female reporter saw that she was a newcomer who had just graduated from university, she was a little bit student-like, and she was so anxious that she almost cried. She frowned, pulled down her clothes, and put one arm around her waist. The girl struggling, the little gangster tried hard, the sleeve of the girl's clothes was torn off, and she fell directly to the ground, her forehead knocked on the table suddenly Bleeding.
Seeing Xia Meng here, she couldn't help it. Just about to rush out, she saw Yang Can blocking her with her hand. At this time, Yang Can furiously stopped Xia Meng, but at the same time she rushed forward, and everyone was shocked. Huzhong, kicked the young man, kicking him on the ground with his hands supported, and before he could stand firmly, he kicked his tailbone with the second kick and fell to the ground.
Then he slammed his foot on his palm and stared at the other gangsters who had just recovered, with a fierce look: "After eating the leopard, dare to continue making trouble here and chop your paws!" Speaking, he raised his hand and picked up a glass of jug on the table, and "exposed" a sharp glass mouth to the hand of the scumbag.
The young man who stepped on the back of Yang Can's hand was so painful that he screamed, his face turned pale with fright, Zhou Haoran also reacted suddenly, seeing the two gangsters next to Yang Can, Zhou Haoran held a young man's neck with one hand Without letting him move, Xia Meng picked up the small bench and waved to the other bastard with difficulty, and yelled, "Don't come here..."
"Brother Wang..." yelled to the young man whose face was stamped on Zhang Ke: "This kid is going to follow us..."
Wang Gang was still very calm and didn’t change his “color” with a wave of his hand, and a few punks were ready to come up. However, Yang Can’s move has hooked up the pride in the hearts of the reporters who had been frightened. , I don’t know which yelled: "... It’s lawless! I'm fighting with you today!"
The gang of gentle masters finally got angry, holding the bench, the mop rushed up and stood beside Yang Can, but they stunned the dozen or so gangsters who were about to rush up. This group of Nanchu employees could be close. Thirty people, and the whole building is full of people from their company. If you really start your hands, they really can't take advantage of it.
Seeing his subordinates looking at him together, Wang Gang also changed his face. While secretly using his cell phone to send text messages to rescue the soldiers, his eyes rolled up and down, he suddenly laughed, and shouted with sourness in his tone: "Oh yo... we... Today is a long experience. Our TV station was originally run by the underworld! It’s very fierce..." He waved his hand and shouted: "Come on, guys, do you all have mobile phones? Take this picture, and let’s write it down and send it to other media. Where, then they look at the true colors of their counterparts."
"You... You... You are the underworld!" Seeing this group of gangsters suddenly picked up their phones and pretended to take pictures here, Su Dong held up a mop and pointed to Wang Gang's anger and despair. The anger in his heart, it's better now Now, if these gangsters really do this thing, they really don't know how to say it.
The reporters beside Yang Can who had plucked up the courage to prepare for a big fight unconsciously put down the things in their hands. Indeed, the other party really didn’t do anything. They would have picked up their weapons first. They can only suffer.
"The nonsense... put it all down, what do you do?" Zheng Chucheng hurriedly ran up and took off the wooden benches from the reporters one by one, a sense of powerlessness surged in his chest. This Wang Gang was too difficult.
Looking at the triumphant appearance of Wang Gang's group of people, Yang Can smiled coldly and lifted his feet slightly. When the local bastard was about to get up, Yang Can stepped on his nosebone again.
"Oh!" The young man screamed heartbreakingly, presumably his nasal bone was broken.
Zheng Chucheng's heart immediately convulsed, this kid is really ruthless.
Today, if you don’t take the opportunity to leave an indelible fear in the hearts of these beasts, it will leave you with future troubles. Yang Can not only wants to deal with them, but also lets Zheng Chucheng see who he is. He kicked it hard and made him arch up like a cooked shrimp, and said fiercely: "You are this one..." When he stepped on it, he could hear the sound of broken finger bones.
This time not only the people on Nanchu Satellite TV were shocked, but even Wang Gang was finally shocked. He looked at Yang Can fiercely with a somewhat unbelievable look. Every one of those gangsters dared to come up.
"I'm not from Nanchu Satellite TV. Just take it." Yang Can smiled coldly, helped the crying female reporter, and pointed to the door: "If you have something, don't make trouble in other places. There is a kind of let us go out and solve it."
After saying that Yang Can walked out with a sneer, Wang Gang gritted his teeth and wondered where to kill Cheng Yaojin. He looked at the indignation on the faces of the people on Nanchu Satellite TV in the room. He secretly thought that this could not be done today. When I went back, I couldn't explain it, and let out a low growl: "Go" and beckoned and brought a bunch of people out.
Seeing Zhou Haoran and Xia Meng following, Su Dong and the other editors and reporters were also a little overwhelmed. Zheng Chucheng grinned and shouted: "What do you think, people are helping us get ahead, you are here to be a turtle!" "After speaking, he followed out with a calm face.
This group of intellectuals from Su Dong reacted and chased them out one by one in a panic, but most of them chose to stay where they were.
Yang Can walked out of the building and went directly to the square. As the building of Nanchu Satellite TV was located near the edge of the city, there were no people and it was very empty.
Wang Gang came down with more than a dozen people. When he stood still thinking about how to clean up Yang Can, he saw Zheng Chucheng rushing down with a bunch of weak reporters and editors. His brows were slightly furrowed. The momentum on his side had gone down, just in case. If something happened, it really might not be a bargain. I watched the watch and slowed down.
The number of people on both sides was about the same, and they stood silently, without speaking first, but the group of weak scholars behind Yang Can was obviously lacking in momentum, and several timid feet were shaking. Let alone hands, they just stood here stably. They have already performed at a super level, and I beg the gods and worship the buddhas to go by themselves.
But things didn’t go as smoothly as they expected. After a while, they saw four or five Jinbei vans coming from a distance. They slammed the brakes in front of the crowd, and saw the doors slamming open. A group of twenty to thirty people. A multi-year-old man with a brutal expression on his face, holding a wooden stick in his hand. The vastness of the bench rod "dang" and "dang" out of the car.
It is roughly estimated that there are about 30 people. The few people in the lead took a look at Yang Can, with some abusive smiles in their eyes, and they came over to say hello to Wang Gang: "Brother Wang..."