As a result, their own projects will be suspended. In that way, their Yunlong company’s losses will be great. After all, these several hundred million investments are not entirely their company’s own funds. A large part of it comes from bank loans. Once work is suspended, he He has to bear the ever-increasing interest loss every day, and his psychology is therefore under a lot of pressure. After tossing for a long time, Zhang Hui finally settled, and his mentality relaxed. The pressure these days has made him a little overwhelmed with alcohol, and he is starting to be a little unable to control his words.
Mr. Qian took Zhang Hui’s hand, blushing, and said with a smile: "Reporter Zhang, to be honest, you really made me find it hard today. It’s better for you reporter to take a camera and take a picture. Then write down the manuscript and the money will come, how easy it is. It’s like I’m busy all day long, don’t say anything, if I don’t do a little bit badly, I will be complained, ah, suffering."
Zhang Hui smiled and said, "You, a big boss with a few hundred million yuan, still cry out for bitterness. Then those of us who make a few thousand dollars a month don't know how to live."
Qian always smiled bitterly and said: "You don't understand, do you think I am sitting in a luxury car, all day long with good wine and food, and I have a very happy life? No, you know how many joints I have to balance, let alone others, Just talk about the city’s deputy mayor Mu Guang..."
Chen Peng didn’t drink much wine on the sidelines. He instinctively remained sober on such occasions. The more he heard Mr. Qian’s words, the less resembling he was. He also wanted to tell Mu Guang. He was even more afraid of Mr. Qian’s talking. I tried to pull him in, and quickly interrupted Mr. Qian. He said, "Mr. Qian, what are you talking about? We had a good chat with reporter Zhang from Beijing. What are you talking nonsense. Come on, reporter Zhang, I respect you. For a cup, let me tell you that next time you come back, you are not allowed to be silent. You have to give these cadres at the grass-roots level the opportunity to get in touch with the leaders from Beijing. That's right."
Chen Peng said, pointing to the party secretary and the village chief, and said: "I have delegated this responsibility to you. As long as you see Reporter Zhang coming back, you must report it to me immediately. Know? If you don't report it, I will I won't let you go."
Zhang Hui smiled dryly and said, "District Chief Chen has sent out guards in my house. This is because I don't want me to come back."
Chen Peng smiled and said, "Where, I also want to get in touch with the leaders from Beijing."
Zhang Hui smiled and said, "District Chief Chen, don't you say that. I'm just a reporter, not a leader from Beijing."
Chen Peng smiled and said, "We are all country folks. When we met from Beijing, we all thought we were leaders.
Zhang Hui knows that he will be confused if he continues to talk to Chen Peng. He is actually more concerned about Mu Guang, the deputy mayor of Haichuan City mentioned by Mr. Qian. Could it be that Mu Guang is also involved in this illegal land use? ? The reporter’s nature made him want to inquire clearly, so he ignored Chen Peng and turned to ask Mr. Qian. Mr. Qian, you just mentioned the deputy mayor of Mu Guang in the city. Could it be that the deputy mayor of Mu Guang is also related to this project? ? "
Mr. Qian almost confided his connection with Mu Guang just now. Fortunately, Chen Peng stopped him in time. In this way, he also got a cold sweat. He woke up in an instant and cursed himself with a few mouthfuls of yellow soup. I don’t know what my surname is. I can say this kind of thing casually, especially in front of a reporter like Zhang Hui.
In his heart, Mr. Qian didn’t think that Zhang Hui was interviewing the golf project built by Yunlong Company for any noble purpose. He thought that Zhang Hui just wanted to grab his handle and knock him off. He had never seen it. The few reporters are ripping off under the guise of interviews, and the reality is also like this. This time, he paid a high price for Zhang Hui, a reporter. If Zhang Hui knows the connection between him and Mu Guang again, this guy still doesn't know what kind of trick he will use.
Now Zhang Hui asked about Mu Guang again. It must be what he had just said that made this sensitive guy smell again. Mr. Qian secretly criticized Zhang Hui for being too much, and he just paid a great price to balance him. , He wanted to spy on new information again.
Mr. Qian smiled and said, “In fact, it’s nothing. When we first came to Haiping to invest, we met Vice Mayor Mu Guang. We sat on the podium together and talked a few words. That’s it.”
Mr. Qian shrank back, Zhang Hui was amused in his heart, knowing Mr. Qian was already alert, he couldn't ask anything any more, so he had to give up.
Chen Peng saw that the topic had touched Mu Guang again, worried that if he went on, Mr. Qian would not know what to say. He hurriedly said with a smile: "Mr. Qian, what's the matter with you, he kept talking to Reporter Zhang, no Are you willing to drink wine?"
President Qian laughed and said, "Looking at what District Chief Chen said, why would I be reluctant to drink? Come to reporter, I will toast you with this glass, or that sentence. When you come back to Haiping, don't forget to have this friend of mine. "
Zhang Hui and Mr. Qian had a glass of wine, and Chen Peng motioned to the party secretary and the village chief to also come to respect Zhang Hui's wine. They had a single goal and came and went. Zhang Hui was a little too strong to drink. He refused to drink any more.
Chen Peng smiled and said, "How can it be possible? You finally come back so once, how can you have a good drink."
Zhang Hui already felt a little unable to sit on his chair. He reached out his hand to cover the cup and said, "Alright, District Chief Chen and Chief Qian, don’t persuade me to drink anymore. I know what you want, brother, take my Bring the interview bag."
Zhang Hui’s younger brother handed over the interview package. Zhang Hui took out the interview manuscripts and photos he had written these days. He put these in front of Mr. Qian and said, “These, I'll give it to you, okay?"
Qian always got embarrassed and said, "Reporter Zhang is really righteous, okay, good buddy."
As he said, Mr. Qian collected these materials and handed them to his entourage, who packed the materials into the bag. Zhang Hui watched his efforts being taken away like this, and the helplessness in his heart was really unspeakable: "Sorrow is coming, and his spirit of wine is also coming up, and he actually lay on the table and started crying."
This cry immediately embarrassed the other people in the room. Chen Peng didn't know how to explain, so he looked at Mr. Qian and said, "Reporter Zhang is drunk. You can send him back quickly."
Mr. Qian arranged for someone to hold Zhang Hui, put Zhang Hui in the car, and sent him home. After Zhang Hui left, Chen Peng glanced at President Qian and said, "Old Qian, what's the matter with you today?"
Mr. Qian knew that Chen Peng was complaining that he had confided in Mu Guang in front of Zhang Hui. He smirked and said, "I was not careful. Today is a wicked one. I was fine with drinking so much alcohol."
Chen Peng glared at President Qian and said, "Old Qian, I can tell you that no one with a lax mouth would be friends with him, otherwise he would not know if he was killed. Fortunately today. I came here without worry, otherwise your misfortune would be great."
Mr. Qian nodded and said, "I know, I was shocked in a cold sweat at the time, and I will never drink like this again next time."
Chen Peng said: "It's fine if you know."
President Qian looked at Chen Peng and said, "Do you think this glory is really flattened?"
Chen Peng sneered and said: "I have handed in the information, what can he do? Besides, his mother kneeled for him. If he is ignorant, even his family will not let him go."
President Qian nodded and said, "Yes. I didn't expect these so-called famous reporters to be so capable."
Chen Peng said: "Who do you think they are, they just make such a small salary to do? They don't live by this kind of tricks. This kind of reporter is whoever gives the money to do it, damn it, just follow it. Women who stumbled are no different."
The two laughed loudly, then each got into the car and left.
Zhang Hui, who appeared in front of Fu Hua again, was frustrated. Fu Hua smiled and said, "When will the big reporter come back?"
Zhang Hui smiled bitterly and said, "Stop calling me a reporter, I'm ear-piercing."
Zhang Hui returned from Haichuan this time with great frustration. He had to abandon the original topic. This made him feel that he has a sense of humiliation for his professional standards and professional ethics as a reporter. What made him even more uncomfortable was that he reported to the editor-in-chief that this interview was a failure and did not collect any valuable information. The editor-in-chief did not seem to be surprised at all, but just said that there is no information, so this topic will be delayed. Sit back, and wait until the right time is right.
Obviously, the editor-in-chief already knew about Zhang Hui's situation in Haichuan, and he also expected this kind of result to happen.
What can Zhang Hui do? He can only be speechless.
However, Zhang Hui was aggrieved in his heart. He had a kind of irritability and nowhere to vent. This kind of topic was not easy to talk about among colleagues. He felt that he was ashamed of saying it, so he came to the Beijing Office and wanted to find Fu Hua. Chat and drink.
Fu Hua smiled when Zhang Hui said this, and said, "What's wrong, did you encounter any bad situation when you went back to see your parents this time?"
Zhang Hui smiled bitterly and said, "It's not bad, but great. I was treated with hospitality by others, and my family also benefited a lot from it. Can this be said to be bad? It's great. "
Fu Hua smiled and said, "Why do I sound like an irony? What happened?"
Zhang Hui talked about his experience when he went back. After speaking, he smiled bitterly and said: "Director Fu, this half of my life has been ruined in this way. The whole thing made me feel as uncomfortable as being forced."
Fu Hua smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. It's understandable for you to do this. After all, they are your own parents and brothers, and you don't want them to live a bad life, right?"
Zhang Hui looked at Fu Hua and said, "Will you do this instead of you?"
Fu Hua nodded and said: "I will, I am also a human being, and I also have family affection that I must take care of."