Now, in the eyes of everyone, Hope Media seems to be on the opposite side of Wang, as if it is deliberately targeting Wang.
Although they themselves adhere to the principle of recording the truth, I hope that the media has indeed reported too many negative news about Wang during this time.
Moreover, those articles aroused huge repercussions in the entire society. It is said that even some different voices appeared within the Wang family. Many people sat quietly in front of the office of the Wang family consortium to protest the disunity of the Wang family during the war. Behavior.
At this time, Wang's team has been staying in Los Angeles, hoping to see Jiang Xu, and many reporters from other media have also come here, hoping to take pictures of Jiang Xu's contact with Wang.
I hope that the media will always be the leader in the media industry. Many media want to seize its handle, and then push this behemoth in the industry down from the altar.
In fact, as long as those media adhere to the principle of telling the truth and recording the truth like Hope Media, they can also rise rapidly in this era and gain the trust of the people.
But in the end they chose to overthrow Hope Media, which is a faster and more effective method. As long as they can capture the footage of Jiang Xu and Wang's private meeting, the reporters and newspapers who published the news at the first time can instantly become famous.
This is the real world.
Now, the war is about to end. I hope that the media will truthfully report some news that is beneficial to the Wang family in the future, because this war is indeed the victory of the Wang family in the end.
I hope that the responsibility of the media is to record the truth, and they cannot erase Wang's contribution, even if everyone is very dissatisfied with Wang.
But the more this kind of time, the more Jiang Xu can't see the people of the Wang family. In case the people on his side just finished meeting the Wang family, they turn around and start reporting the good news of the Wang family. Those who are waiting to see the collapse of the media People will immediately make a big fuss.
At this moment, Jiang Xu walked out of Hope Media's building. Although he was on crutches, his waist was straight.
Such a self-cleaning and principled person, even if he is lame, it will not hinder his bearing.
Most of the time, Jiang Xu has a special car to take him to Qinghe University, but I hope people in the media know that Jiang Xu still has a little habit, that is, when he is in a very happy mood, he will walk slowly In the past, there was no need for a car to deliver.
Someone secretly asked him why, and Jiang Xu's answer was that when a person is in a good mood, his eyes on the world will be extraordinarily clear and beautiful. A person's life is short, and there are not many times when he is in a good mood, so such Good scenery should be cherished.
Walking to the street, many passers-by would smile when they saw Jiang Xu.
Many years ago, when Jiang Xu's leg was broken, he became the most respected person in Los Angeles. At that time, many people would take the initiative to say hello to Jiang Xu when they saw Jiang Xu.
After that, there are more and more things that hope that the media will stick to the principles, and Jiang Xu will be more and more respected, so that everyone can't help but greet Jiang Xu when they see him.
Then everyone discovered that no matter who Jiang Xu knew or not, he would always greet him back.
Later everyone discovered that Jiang Xu's voice was hoarse.
I hope that my colleagues in the media will feel sorry for him, so I will secretly tell everyone not to greet him in the future. With the character of editor-in-chief Jiang Xu, it is impossible for him to turn a blind eye when others greet him. If this happens every day, no one can stand it, Jiang Xu All the time was wasted to say hello.
As a result, the people of Los Angeles gradually stopped greeting each other, and instead smiled when they met.
But today is different. The news of the staged victory in the front war has somehow spread to Los Angeles. Someone saw Jiang Xu's smiling face and couldn't help but come up and ask: "Hello, editor-in-chief, I see that you are in a good mood today Looks like you, did you also get the news of the great victory on the front line?"
Jiang Xu looked at the pedestrian who was asking the question, he smiled and said, "Yes."
"When will the war end, and will we win the final victory?"
"I can't be sure about this," Jiang Xu replied rigorously: "Everything is based on the news published in the newspaper, but I personally hope that the war will end as soon as possible."
Pedestrians jumped up: "Did you hear that, the editor-in-chief has also received the news, the front line has indeed won a big victory!"
At this time, someone asked again: "Editor-in-chief, there are rumors outside that during the war, the Wang family sent people to destroy Qing's nuclear test base. Is this true? It is said that the Qing family will hold a press conference soon."
Jiang Xu was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this matter to spread so quickly, but he didn't intend to answer this question: "I can't express my opinion until there is no conclusive evidence to prove that it was Wang's doing. Well, I want to Hurry to teach the students."
After speaking, Jiang Xu smiled and bid farewell to everyone.
As a result, he hadn't taken two steps when a young man in a suit bumped into him head-on. The young man was walking so fast that when he bumped into Jiang Xu, Jiang Xu, who was on crutches, almost stopped Steady fell to the ground.
After barely standing still, Jiang Xu looked at the young man passing by in surprise. The young man said sorry in a low voice, then bowed his head and quickly disappeared at the corner of the street.
However, the moment the young man disappeared, a huge neon billboard not far from Jiang Xu suddenly fell to the ground, making a loud bang.
Jiang Xu suddenly turned his head to look at the billboard on the ground. If the young man hadn't bumped into him just now, according to his walking speed, he would have been crushed to death under the billboard by now.
At this moment, Jiang Xu looked at the broken billboard on the ground, and the store owner rushed out. The other party glanced at the billboard on the ground, and then saw that his own billboard almost hit Jiang Xu, so he hurriedly apologized to Jiang Xu, And asked Jiang Xu if he was okay.
Jiang Xu waved his hand and said it was all right, then looked at the billboard thoughtfully.
Suddenly, he no longer walked towards Qinghe University, but turned around and walked to another street.
Jiang Xu walked through the long streets of Los Angeles, the paulownia trees on the side of the road had just sprouted, the sunlight penetrated the branches and leaves and fell on the ground, everything was mottled.
He returned to his home, just took the key to open the door, the little Garfield cat rushed to his feet, hugged his ankle and refused to leave.
Jiang Xu froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Luna, did you feel anything too?"
As he spoke, Jiang Xu sat on the walnut stool at the door for changing shoes, held the little Garfield in his arms, and gently scratched it.
In an instant, the cat stretched out its paws comfortably, looking very cute.
Jiang Xu walked into the house with the cat in his arms, and simply cleaned up the cat's litter and toys, then picked them up and walked outside together.
He came to the neighbor's door and knocked on the door. A seven or eight-year-old girl opened the door. Jiang Xu smiled and said hello: "Xiao Yue'er, are you at home alone?"
The little girl named Li Yue'er looked up and saw Jiang Xu, and she was pleasantly surprised: "Grandpa Jiang Xu! Mom and Dad have gone to work, and I am at home alone!"
Jiang Xu squatted down with difficulty and put the cat litter on the ground, then handed the cat to Li Yueer, he said with a smile: "You used to like playing with Luna the most, now I will give her to you, okay?" ?”
Li Yue'er's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Really," Jiang Xu smiled and rubbed Li Yue'er's little head, the little girl's watermelon head was messed up, but the little girl's attention was all focused on Luna.
It seems that Luna and Li Yueer are also very familiar, so being hugged by the little girl has no intention of resisting at all.
Jiang Xu stood up: "Take good care of her."
Seeing that Jiang Xu was about to leave, Li Yue'er hurriedly asked, "Grandpa Jiang Xu, where are you going?"
Jiang Xu looked at Li Yue'er and said with a smile: "To do some more important things, I always feel that there are still many things to do."
With that said, Jiang Xu left.
Finally, he looked back at the house he had lived in for decades. In the yard were garlic sprouts that had just germinated, and the sun was just right.
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At 10:20 in the morning, Zhang Chentong was reviewing the manuscript in his office, when he saw Jiang Xu through the glass.
Zhang Chentong stood up and asked, "Editor-in-Chief, didn't you go to class?"
Jiang Xu said to Zhang Chentong: "Let's cook pickled fish in the cafeteria at noon, and ask the chef who delivered the ingredients to bring some over."
Zhang Chentong was stunned for a moment: "Okay, okay."
Jiang Xu returned to his office and looked at the place silently, then took a stack of letter paper and sat at the table, filled his old pen with ink, and wrote: "Xiao Su, first of all, congratulations to the Northwest Army I was very encouraged when I heard the news of the great victory at Zuoyun Mountain. Before that, I always thought that Fort 178 might stay out of the matter, but it turned out that I was wrong, but after learning that I miscalculated the situation, I was very excited. Happy… "
"When we met for the first time, you sat in the conference room like an ordinary teenager. When you wrote "Don't let the sorrow of the times become your sorrow, I was touched, but I always feel that this is not It should be something you can say at your age. But at this moment, I am very happy, because I am sure that you are the practitioner of this sentence. Thank you for guarding Hope Media that day. This let us know that Hope Media is upholding principles On this road with the truth, you are not alone..."
"The road of adhering to principles and truth is difficult and dangerous. I knew it from the beginning. But if this road needs a founder, I, Jiang Xu, am not the first, nor will I be the last..."
"Nice to meet you, best wishes, take care."
Jiang Xu wrote four letters in a row, each addressed to different people.
Zhang Chentong knocked on the door and came in and said in a low voice: "Editor-in-Chief, the master who delivered the ingredients is here."
Jiang Xu got up and stuffed the four letters into Zhang Chentong's hands: "Hand them over."
After speaking, he turned around and opened the safe in the office, took out a kraft paper file bag from it, and walked towards the back door of the cafeteria downstairs.
There was already a chubby driver waiting there, Jiang Xu greeted with a smile: "You're getting fat again."
"The living conditions are good," the fat driver said with a smile, "Why did you suddenly..."
Jiang Xu interrupted him, and then stuffed the file bag to him: "Send it to the old place, this information is very important, it cannot fall into the hands of someone who cares, and you have to wait for a fifty-year confidentiality period before it can be made public."
"Okay, I understand," the fat driver nodded earnestly, he hesitated for a while and suddenly asked, "Editor-in-Chief, is something going on?"
Normally, this kind of secret material was sent away on time, but today Jiang Xu uncharacteristically requested delivery in advance, something must have happened.
Jiang Xu patted him on the shoulder and said calmly: "It's okay, don't think too much about it."
The chubby driver felt relieved when he saw that Jiang Xu's expression did not show any panic.
He hid the file bag in a dark compartment under a cargo box, then turned around and got into the car. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Xu looking at himself seriously, as if he wanted to remember himself firmly.
It was like a silent farewell.
Jiang Xu watched the truck getting farther and farther away, and he said to Zhang Chentong: "Drive me to Qinghe University, please tell Qinghe University, I will change the class today and take up everyone's lunch break. "
Zhang Chentong arranged all this calmly, while Jiang Xu stood in Hope Media's building, looking at the names on the wall, which were the names of the pioneers on their road.
Li Xiang, who was investigating the use of gutter oil in the Bulwark Alliance, was stabbed dozens of times by gangsters on his way home from the newspaper office and died on the spot.
Jiang Weisuo, investigating the fraudulent incident of Zhou's Kong's dairy industry, was beaten to death in retaliation.
Jane Guangzhou.
Le Qian.
Yang Wei.
Gao Qinrong.
These names are engraved on the walls of Hope Media, reminding all reporters what kind of road they are going to take.
In fact, many people think that the reporters of Hope Media are brave, courageous, and fearless, but in fact Jiang Xu knows very well that the people he said he knows are no different from ordinary people.
They will also be fearful and restless, and they will panic.
The word "responsibility" is not as beautiful as imagined, but as cold as a rock, but even so, these people still choose the most difficult path tremblingly.
And, there will be more people going this way.
Just like what Jiang Xu wrote in the letter to Ren Xiaosu, Jiang Xu is not the first and will not be the last to be the founder of this road.
Jiang Xu walked to the wall engraved with names on crutches, and gently wiped off the dust for "everyone" with his sleeve.
Zhang Chentong came behind him: "Editor-in-Chief, the car is ready, and the students from Qinghe University are also waiting."
Jiang Xu resolutely turned around and walked out of the building, getting into the car.
When he arrived in the classroom, the classroom was already full of students, Jiang Xu said with a smile: "I'm sorry that the morning class was not completed because of some delays, and now it takes up everyone's lunch break time, I am very sorry."
The students in the audience didn't think too much, they just said: "It's okay, Mr. Jiang Xu, please tell me, we don't have the habit of taking a nap anyway."
Jiang Xu smiled: "I teach social humanities and politics, but today I want to talk about something different. Everyone here, do you want to know what I was doing when I was your age?"
The students became interested all of a sudden, but the editor-in-chief Jiang Xu rarely mentioned his past, this class was worth it!
Jiang Xu looked at a female classmate: "Guess what I was doing when I was your age?"
"You must be investigating some unfair phenomena," the female classmate said loudly, "Maybe you are hiding in a consortium and investigating first-hand information."
This answer is probably the answer in every student's heart.
But Jiang Xu shook his head: "No, when I was your age, I still wanted to be a knight. At that time, I was not doing business, eating, drinking and having fun every day. I was even arrested for breaking the glass of someone's house once and was arrested by the Department of Order. It wasn't until I was thirty-one that I suddenly felt that I couldn't keep playing like this."
The students were stunned for a moment, they didn't expect Jiang Xu's past to be so plain.
In their view, Jiang Xu should be the kind of student who was a good student in school and the chairman of the student union in college, but they didn't expect Jiang Xu to be like a little gangster before the age of 31. than everyone expected.
Jiang Xu said calmly: "I tell you this to let you understand that when you want to work hard to change yourself, it is never too late. To put it more cliche, the best time to plant a tree Ten years ago, followed by now."
"This war made me understand that Qinghe University protected you too well in the past. You should really go outside and see what changes have taken place in the world today. This will make you more pragmatic. "Jiang Xu said: "I believe in your potential, so when you start to grow, it will definitely change rapidly."
The students under the podium suddenly felt that the editor-in-chief Jiang Xu seemed a little different today, not just the content of the lecture.
But I heard Jiang Xu change the subject at this time: "But when you are about to change, I hope you can remember every sentence I said below.
When you start to see the various forms of this society, I hope you still believe that rules can overcome unspoken rules.
Still believe that the school field is different from the official field.
I still believe that academics are not equal to politics.
Still believe that character is far better than obsequiousness.
Nowadays, more and more people are pursuing levels, and fewer people are pursuing truth; more people are talking about treatment, and fewer people are talking about ideals. Therefore, as you go to society, all I want to say is, please take good care of your passion and ideals. In this age of doubt, we still need faith. "
Looking at the silent students under the podium, Jiang Xu continued: "In Hope Media, there is an archive that preserves many secrets and truths. I may have seen more darkness in this world than you, but, I have seen so much truth and darkness, but I still love this world. Don't let the sorrow of the times become your sorrow."
After finishing speaking, Jiang Xu turned and walked out of the classroom. This was the last class he taught at Qinghe University.
Zhang Chentong was waiting outside the classroom, ready to drive Jiang Xu away after class, but Jiang Xu said to him: "Go back to Hope Media first, I want to go alone."
After Zhang Chentong also left, Jiang Xu walked through Qinghe University's Hongde Square on crutches, the tree-lined path next to the tennis court, and the sculpture of a dripping spring in the center of the school.
He looks back at it all, and that's the way he's been going every week for more than two decades, and it's no different today.
When he first came here, he was still very young. At that time, he wrote in his notebook, riding the wind, traveling thousands of miles in the sky, looking straight down at the mountains and rivers, but now he is old.
Thinking of the names of pioneers on the walls of Hope Media, he felt more fortunate that he had never missed a single day on this rough road.
Jiang Xu kept all this in his mind, and then calmly walked outside the school.
The moment he stepped out of the school gate, a huge flame suddenly erupted on the street next door, as if someone was fighting there.
In an instant, an amber golden dragon flew into the sky, then swooped down and fell into the next street.
Since the previous melee in Los Angeles, the tranquility has been broken again.
The residents of Los Angeles began to flee, and while the fire was burning, huge black smoke rose into the sky.
Gunshots, explosions, Jiang Xu walked calmly in this noisy world. He stood still at a crossroad and looked at a young man in black standing on the opposite street.
The turbulent crowd ran across the street, but Jiang Xu and the young man stood still.
Jiang Xu no longer looked at the other party but looked at the huge city of Los Angeles, where he had lived all his life. Before that, he knew that this day would come sooner or later, and even feared it.
But at this moment, he was not afraid anymore.
In a daze, Jiang Xu seemed to see phantoms appearing beside him, including Jian Guangzhou, Li Xiang, Le Qian, and Yang Wei, and they were all smiling at him.
And my younger self.
That young self asked softly, "Do you regret it?"
Jiang Xu laughed: "I don't regret it."
After finishing speaking, all the illusory light and shadow dissipated in his heart, Jiang Xu turned his head and said to the young man in black: "Do it, don't hurt the innocent again."
The young man quietly raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger.
The bullet seems to have split the crowd and the sea, as well as life.
Blood was stained from the gray suit on Jiang Xu's chest. Jiang Xu sat slowly on the ground and gently put his crutches aside, just like treating an old friend.
At this time, a young man in a suit came running on the street, his face was covered with blood.
The gunman in black originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos and escape, but when he saw the young man in a suit, he pointed his gun at his chin and pulled the trigger.
Immediately, the head of the gunman in black was pierced by bullets.
The young man in a suit looked at Jiang Xu's body from a distance, and said in the headset: "Mission failed, evacuate. Repeat, mission failed, Old Tang, evacuate as soon as possible."
…
Thirty years ago, a naughty young man walked in outside a small newspaper office. He pushed the door open and shouted, "Are you recruiting reporters here?"
The door of the newspaper office was broken, as if it had just been smashed by someone, and there was only one old editor left in the newspaper office.
The old editor adjusted his glasses: "We don't recruit social idlers here."
"Hey, old man, be careful what you say. What do you mean by social idlers?" The young man was not happy.
The old editor looked at him silently: "What's your name?"
The young man said: "Jiang Xu, change your name or surname if you are going or not, Jiang Xu on Luocheng West Street! Have you heard of me?"
The old editor was amused: "I've heard of it, then tell me why you suddenly want to be a reporter?"
The young Jiang Xu thought for a while and said: "I just don't want to mess around anymore. Before my mother died, she said that if I continue to mess around like this, she will die. Also, I always feel that this world shouldn't be like this. Do you understand? The day before yesterday I saw..."
The old editor asked: "Why come to our newspaper office?"
"A few days ago, I heard that you were smashed for reporting the inside story of the factory," the young Jiang Xu said with a smile, "Don't worry, when I come, I will see who dares to come and smash the door?"
The old editor handed him a form: "Have you heard of investigative journalism?"
"Investigative reporters? Are there any classifications for journalists?" The young Jiang Xu wondered.
"Of course." The old editor smiled: "This is the most dangerous profession among journalists, and it is also the most difficult path in the world."
The young Jiang Xu became proud: "The old guy understands me, I like the hardest!"
The old editor confirmed again: "If you don't hit the south wall, you won't look back?"
The young Jiang Xu smiled brightly: "Don't worry, you won't look back if you hit the south wall."
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Today is just this chapter of 6,000 words. Writing this chapter is a bit exhausting. Many things I want to say are in the story.