Qiu Huabo, three out of sixty this year, is a provincial party secretary born and bred in China. From the township, county, town, and municipal party committees, he worked for several decades. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the province of China also worked like this. The secretary of ten years.
The province of China was able to take off economically in the 1990s, and this old secretary was indispensable. The outside world commented on him for simplicity, integrity, strong leadership, and hard work.
As long as you open the newspaper in China, you can see this old secretary at any time. He is on the front line of work, disaster relief, and diplomacy. When the flood peak of the cofferyan township came in 1998, he was the Nancheng City Committee. The secretary's Qiu Huabo came here to work for a week, and he just guarded the crumbling dam. In the next year, he re-reinforced the dam here until today, so the villagers here know him.
"Little comrade, I know you have been wronged, but you are too reckless. How dare you as a reporter go there to investigate? What if something goes wrong? How did your leadership arrange it?" Qiu Huabo sighed in the Buick. He sighed: "This is the situation in Coyan Township, it's very complicated." He handed Yang Can a cigarette.
"Uncle Qiu, you see how the paper mill case should be resolved, what I told you is the truth, and I saw it with my own eyes." Ma Yiyi was a little dissatisfied with Qiu Huabo and complained to Yang Can and reminded him.
"Yeah, Secretary Qiu, this Yingzi Paper Mill is too bad... They must be brought to justice..." Zhou Haoran, who was in front of him, turned his head and said bitterly. There was a skin trauma on his head, and it would be fine if he tied a bandage. Yes, but the bag looks like a zongzi but it is funny, the whole one is India.
Qiu Huabo sighed and "touched" and "touched" Ma Yiyi's head next to him: "You child really has a temper with your mother. It's upright, but there are some things that are not as simple as you think. Sometimes compromise is a kind of Balance it, it's inevitable." If he didn't suddenly meet Ma Yiyi today, he shouldn't have come forward for this kind of thing.
Yang Can has been in the army for a long time. He knows the position of this leadership and knows their restrictions. Qiu Huabo is the secretary of the provincial party committee. It is impossible to just talk about the image of being upright and not. There must be a cunning side to it, but Yang Can Not a leader, he just needs to do his responsibilities as a reporter, took out paper and pen, wrote a note and handed it to Qiu Huabo: "This is my harvest this time. The paper mill gave Wang San the money here. , And the place where they buried Wang Laifu's body, I will give the other evidence to the Safety Supervision Bureau."
Qiu Huabo's thin cheeks "exposed" with a rather unexpected look. When ordinary people saw him for the first time, the secretary of the provincial party committee was nervous and couldn't say anything. This reporter kid from Ma Yiyi really didn't bother him at all, and took it. Yang Can’s note, and then looked at the evidence collected by Haoran next week, his face also changed: "Children, you have come to me as the governor because of the embarrassment of the imperial court. Why are you motivated? See how the people in your provincial bureau do things. How about a comrade reporter?" He handed these things to the leader of the public security bureau who was sitting in the front passenger seat. It made him a little embarrassed.
Qiu Huabo looked at Yang Can a little differently. This little comrade is so young, and it is incredible that a person can collect so much evidence in this airtight place like Cooyan Township.
Moreover, when Yang Can gave the evidence to him, he also pointed out the safety supervision bureau, which obviously also faintly pressured him. This is not something ordinary people dared to say to him, so he could not help but re-examine Yang Can.
"Little comrade, which newspaper are you from?"
"Southern Weekly."
Yang Can smoked a cigarette and stared at Qiu Huabo's eyes. Although he usually smiled hippiely, he asked himself that the reporter's actions were upright to the people's grievances, and his waist was straight. He didn't even feel it. He was at this moment. Naturally, there is a sense of righteousness, which gives people a very decent feeling.
"Well, my little comrade, I can assure you that Wang Laifu and his family will be well settled. There will always be a day when this case will come to an end." He asked the person in front, "Eh, Liye, you have a logistics group in the bureau. Isn't it hiring people? Arrange that Aju in, and by the way, provide her with a dormitory for three people."
"The old secretary's order, I naturally have to do it." The man turned and nodded with a wry smile. When they looked at each other with Qiu Huabo, they could see the complex emotions of each other.
The matter of this heroic paper mill has been delayed for so long, no one dared to touch it, no one even dared to touch it, unexpectedly a small reporter popped up out of thin air to light the fuse.
This little reporter probably doesn’t know how his actions today will change the entire province of China. Nanzhou Magazine, listening to some familiarity, seems to be the magazine of the last Guojian case, both of them secretly remembered. What, at the same time I think of Xu Yang's name, it all feels like his head hurts. By the way, this old stubborn media, no wonder, no wonder, there was a wry smile in my heart.
Ma Yiyi excitedly went up to Qiu Huabo's neck and kissed Qiu Huabo's face: "Uncle Warren is the best, much more handsome than Jay Chou..." Qiu Huaboha laughed, and his old face was red. You can see that she loves Ma Yiyi very much.
This Ma Yiyi will really please the elders. Yang Can smokes a cigarette and smiles secretly, but he understands what Qiu Huabo means. Now the peak of the flood is approaching, all major problems must be dealt with after this matter is over. solve.
The cofferyan township happens to be the top priority. There is no doubt that there are people behind Yingzi Paper Mill. If they move now, they will make the army unstable, and it will also hit the enthusiasm of the flood-fighting people in Linhu Town. After all, flood fighting still needs the following These people contribute.
"The director Wu Sulan is..." Yang Can was very curious about the person behind the Yingzi Paper Mill, deliberately muttering to himself, and then looking at Qiu Huabo's consciousness, when Qiu Huabo's brows were deeply locked, his head suddenly appeared. The name of the deputy mayor of Nancheng Wang Haibo, and the name of the deputy governor Xue Zhikai...
Yang Can was also a little surprised. This paper mill seems to have a strong background, so it's no wonder that he didn't dare to touch it, even Qiu Huabo had scruples.
Qiu Huabo must have visited Linhu Town. It is impossible not to know the pollution problem of the paper mill. He did not touch it because he was afraid of offending people. After all, the organization work is complicated. To maintain economic construction, it is necessary to balance the interests of all parties. It is enough to shout slogans instead of being principled.
Yang Can doesn’t care anymore. Anyway, A Ju’s family of three has a good arrangement, and he is relieved a lot. He has already planted the seeds in the soil. It is only a matter of time before he breaks the ground. He just needs to wait and record. All this is fine.
When a reporter has such a sense of accomplishment, he can punish evil and promote good at the same time, and he can use his pen to "force" people from all walks of life to follow the correct path.
Of course, if Yang Can was just an ordinary reporter, there would be no such thing. In China, the profession known as the uncrowned king does not have the rights it deserves in Western society. It is definitely a disadvantaged group, especially the situation of social journalists. It is even more difficult. Who has not been beaten as a frontline reporter in the industry? Who has not been threatened
Luo Cheng has a good saying that as a journalist, being beaten is your job need, and you must have this consciousness when you choose this career.
Thinking of this, Yang Can couldn’t help but think of Xia Meng. She didn’t know how much she had suffered in this industry. She couldn’t help but sympathize with her colleagues. In the future, those retired from the army should be reporters. The world must be fair.
Looking at the dense raindrops outside the window, the scenery is all gray, and Yang Can has a lot of thoughts.
Ma Yiyi reached out and "touched" the wound on Yang Can's back. There was no expression on her delicate face: "Don't be like this next time, I will cover you with something in the future, trust me." Use one With a hip-hop gesture, he patted his chest, then stretched out a hand and banged his fist with Yang Can.
"Cut. Is it possible for you little girl?" Yang Can was moved in his heart, and "touched" her head with his hand, thinking that Wu Lan almost "forced" herself to have a blind date with her.
"Oh... you don't believe me, my backstage is hard." Ma Yiyi blocked Yang Can's hand with some disapproval, and the corners of his mouth "exposed" the usual disdain, and he sneered.
Yang Can looked at Qiu Huabo, who was smiling at him from behind, and couldn't help but mutter, that is, your background is really good, but we are not bad, but we are not on the face...