Rebirth 90: I opened a hospital in Shencheng

Chapter 184 The First Wave of Public Opinion Battle
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09:30 minutes.

Su Kaifeng, a social reporter from the People's Daily stationed in Shenzhen, had already photographed the collapsed ruins of the knitting factory from the scene with a Canon a1-1 camera on her back.

Back to the outpatient clinic, I interviewed Dr. Nie Chen who rescued the injured yesterday morning.

"I don't know if we Aihua outpatient medical staff did the rescue in the wee hours of the morning, did they leave any photo film of the scene?"

Su Kaifeng generously took photos of all the staff in the reception area in the Aihua Clinic.

Finally, she asked Nie Chen with a smile, "If there is, that would be great."

"Coincidentally, there really are."

Nie Chen asked Chen Chunmei to take out two rolls of film that Chen Chunmei went to the Epworth Clinic to shoot in the early hours of yesterday morning.

"Oh, this is so precious!"

In 1990, any news photo at the scene of an emergency was replaced by a news page, which was of great value.

Nie Chen was able to take out two photos of the sudden scene of the knitting factory this morning, except for two films.

For Su Kaifeng, a social reporter who pursues truth and attitude, this is really a gift from heaven.

Su Kaifeng carefully put away the two films that Nie Chen handed her: "This first-hand news material will be published first by our People's Daily."

She took off her playful toad sunglasses now.

With the bright and playful eyes of the single eyelid, he looked at Nie Chen: "Doctor Nie, the daily report on you will be postponed until next Monday. Why do you think?"

"Oh, no wonder the People's Daily I bought today didn't have a report on Aihua's outpatient clinic. It turned out to be delayed." Zhong Lanlan suddenly realized.

Nie Chen moved slightly in his heart and asked, "Why did you delay?"

Su Kaifeng stretched out her hand and touched it. She has a somewhat unorthodox mohawk hairstyle in this era.

He proudly said to Nie Chen: "The British consulate in Huacheng notified my newspaper's head office in Beijing yesterday that it will hold a press conference at the World Trade Hotel tomorrow morning."

Zhong Lanlan couldn't understand what she heard and asked with a smile: "Reporter Su, I don't understand. The British Consulate in Huacheng informed our People's Daily reporter that tomorrow we will go to the International Hotel to attend a press conference with our Epworth Clinic Doctor Nie Chen. What's the matter? relation?"

"Because this reception was led by Professor Ma Dongqing from the Cambridge Medical School in England and held by the Shencheng Aihua Clinic, a peer-to-peer talent exchange press conference."

Su Kaifeng sat down on the armrest of Nie Chen's short sofa with great vigor, "Dr. Nie, I will take the initiative to ask you for the draft of our press conference tomorrow."

Nie Chen smiled and replied, "That's no problem."

"My name is Zhou De, and I am a lawyer. The power of attorney in my hand is an agreement entrusted to me by all the workers who were injured in the sudden explosion in the knitting factory early this morning."

Click click.

Under the huge signboard of Aihua Clinic.

Zhou De, who was wearing formal attire, stood beside Nie Chen, and in front of the microphones and cameras of many reporters, he calmly took out this prosecution entrustment agreement.

"Lawyer Zhou, I am Liu Haishan, a reporter from the Yangcheng Evening News. I would like to ask Lawyer Zhou, is the reason why you want to sue the knitting factory is because the knitting factory is responsible for the sudden explosion, not because of improper operation of the workers? "

"I don't think any scholar or reporter with a conscience would ask such questions that have no lower limit."

Zhou De stretched out his hand and pointed to this reporter from the Yangcheng Evening News, "Here, I want to re-examine everyone, that is, the reason why our lawyers helped the injured workers sue the knitting factory for free is to ask the knitting factory to pay the injured workers work-related injury compensation. ! This is a reasonable request!"

The reporter from the Yangcheng Evening News got the answer he wanted, nodded to Zhou De, and scribbled in the shorthand notebook.

"Doctor Nie, I am Yang Liqing, a reporter from the Shencheng Special Zone News. I heard that Dr. Nie went to the scene of the explosion to rescue the first time last night. It is also because of you that the workers who were injured at the scene were rescued as quickly as possible... Is this the case?"

ten o'clock.

The press conference led by Zhou De was held as scheduled.

Zhou De is capable.

In a short period of time, he has already communicated with familiar reporters, such as Yangcheng Evening News, People's Daily, and Shencheng Special Zone News.

And it has been set, and the draft of the question and answer will be made at the press conference.

Just now, Yang Cheng Evening News Yang Haishan, who was the first to raise a question, challenged Zhou De, and questioned from the perspective of the management, and had crossed the draft with Zhou De.

And standing in front of this press conference, facing all the lights, cameras and microphones, was not Zhou De, but Nie Chen.

When Zhou De answered the question just now, it was Nie Chen who asked him to come out to show the agreement that the law firm had signed with the injured in the knitting factory.

Set this matter down first.

In front of a row of passing microphones.

Nie Chen was wearing Chen Chunmei's shirt and trousers on the foreign trade street.

He wears a Shanghai brand quartz watch on his wrist, combs his hair in a three-quarter-length suit, wears gold-rimmed glasses, his cuffs are double-breasted, and his neckline is tied with a dark blue and white slash-striped bow tie.

The white coat was draped over his shoulders like a cloak.

The handsome and tall Nie Chen, no matter how strange his outfits are, he still looks like a model on a hanger in front of the camera.

Nie Chen looked at Yang Liqing, a reporter from the Shencheng Special Zone News who was asking him a question.

He replied lightly: "Healing the wounded and saving lives is the bottom line of a doctor's morality. If there were other doctors who happened to live on Aihua Road last night, they would have done the same thing as me."

"Doctor Nie, I'm Ren Jingye, a reporter from Shencheng Commercial Daily."

When Nie Chen quickly answered the reporter's question from the Shencheng Special Zone Newspaper who had prepared the Q&A draft in advance.

This Shenzhen Business Daily reporter, who was not on the notice list, suddenly emerged from the crowd and thrust the microphone in front of Nie Chen.

The reporter wore gold-rimmed glasses, combed his hair meticulously, and wore a white shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes. He was of medium build, with high cheekbones, cold eyes, and lips that were as thin as a slit, giving off a vitriolic impression.

Nie Chen looked at him calmly, nodded and responded: "Hello, reporter Ren."

"I just came back from the on-site interview. The workshop director, the leader, and the low-level employees at the scene described to me an explosion that was observed from a different perspective than others. I would like to ask Dr. Nie a question here."

Nie Chen already understood the purpose of this Shencheng Business Daily reporter Ren Jingye.

Undoubtedly, this tone is the same as Song Yonghong, the leader of the packaging workshop of the knitting factory, who was blocked on the way when he went to the ward round for nursing in the early morning.

She also used this narrative form from different angles to persuade herself not to hold the knitting factory accountable.

"Reporter Ren, please ask me." Nie Chen was polite.

"Dr. Nie, during the interview, at least two people explained to me that the boiler explosion was caused by the poor quality of the boiler workers and improper operation. And Dr. Nie Chen, you were on the scene last night. The party responsible for the explosion blamed the knitting factory and threatened to hire a lawyer to sue the knitting factory at that time. Is this true?"

When Ren Jingye, a reporter from Shencheng Commercial Daily, asked this question, Zhou De and Chen Jimi, who were standing behind Nie Chen, immediately lost their composure.

Zhou De lowered his voice and said to Nie Chen: "This guy is obviously here to make trouble, why don't you let me answer his questions?"

Of course, Nie Chen could tell that Ren Jingye, a reporter from Shencheng Commercial Daily, obviously had some rhetoric in his question.

No matter whether Nie Chen answered yes or no to this question, he would be pulled into the trap of speech skills by Ren Jingye.

"Reporter Ren, those injured in the explosion last night were brothers and sisters who worked three shifts in the middle of the night. They had no assets, no money for medical treatment, and even their three-month wages in the knitting factory were still deducted. In the factory, there is no distribution."

Nie Chen's gaze was like a knife, and he looked at Ren Jingye, a middle-aged man with a medium build, high cheekbones, and thin lips in front of him.

Nie Chen asked him: "No matter what your position is, I believe that you should not pretend to be stupid enough to not understand, you can't understand, the workers brothers and sisters who had nothing in the explosion last night, how vulnerable they are .”

Give Nie Chen such a slap in the face.

Reporters from the People's Daily Yangcheng Evening News, Shenzhen Special Economic Zone News, Shenzhen Radio, Shenzhen TV, etc. all looked at Ren Jingye, who was sanctimonious, but his position was obviously not that of the working class.

"nausea."

People's Daily reporter Su Kaifeng murmured in a low voice, "Even if it is obvious that he took the carriage fees from the factory, the most he can do is avoid the important points in the report. Asking such a question clearly in a place where colleagues are all talking about carriages and horses, I don't know if it is out of his mind. If there is a problem, it’s just a pretense.”

"Humph."

Amidst the noisy complaints from fellow reporters, Ren Jingye, a reporter from the Commercial Daily, looked innocent for a while, and then looked at Nie Chen even more coldly.

Holding the microphone in his hand, he asked again: "Doctor Nie, Shencheng is the frontier of reform and opening up. Several generations of leaders have proposed that at all costs to retain friendly businessmen who are willing to come to Shencheng to do business and open factories. Don't you feel that today's words and deeds Is your behavior destroying this friendly and harmonious business atmosphere?"

(End of this chapter)