District 9

Tang Yuan lives in a rented place, in a slum in a black neighborhood, not far from Qi Lin's house.

In a bungalow of about thirty square meters, two sets of large and shabby bookcases took up an entire wall on the north side. On the east side were a single bed and some kitchen utensils for making instant meals. The doorway There is a desk with a computer and some information on it.

The whole room was very dirty and messy, with stinky socks and dirty clothes everywhere. There was no flooring on the ground, it was just a bare cement style, with stains and traces of smoke everywhere.

Zhao Baobao looked at the environment in the house and asked with a slight frown: "How did you get around? Why do you live in a place like this?"

Tang Yuan was startled when he heard this, and in his already inferior heart, he suddenly felt that Zhao Bao's words looked down on him, and then he said, "I want to live in a villa and a bungalow, but I don't have a good father either."

"That's not what I meant." Zhao Bao looked at Tang Yuan and instantly thought of his experience of being severely punished two days ago for speaking a little stupidly. He immediately said something to make amends: "I mean , with your level in school, why don’t you have to live in a better apartment now? Why don’t you just stay here? "

Tang Yuan sat on the chair in front of the computer and responded with a helpless smile on his face: "Can school be the same as society? When I was in school, Lao Wa, who contracted the canteen, was a relative of the director and fed us pig food all day long. I was so angry that I casually wrote something in the school newspaper to criticize him, and was praised by the principal at that time. But when I entered society, everything was different, so I wrote about the unknown flow of food funds from the Relief Agency. He was immediately taken to jail and imprisoned for half a year. Haha, the school allows questions, but society doesn’t."

Zhao Bao walked a few steps back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back. Tang Yuan's dissatisfaction with his current situation and the entire environment could be heard in his words.

"Would you like some water?" Tang Yuan asked holding an electric kettle.

"Okay." Zhao Bao nodded and asked curiously: "You haven't been in love?"

"There used to be two people in this room. When I went in, when I came out, I was the only one left." Tang Yuan responded in a calm tone.

"On what platform can I see what you are writing now?" Zhao Bao asked again.

"They are all small platforms. They change their domain names every three days for fear of being caught." Tang Yuan boiled water and spoke tactfully like a middle-aged man in his fifties: "Not many people pay attention to local small shops. It’s a lot, but the good thing is that I can write whatever I want.”

Tang Yuan and Zhao Bao are the same age in terms of age, but if they are standing together for outsiders to see, it is possible for others to mistakenly think that they are father and son.

Tang Yuan has some gray hair on the temples, a sallow complexion and a beard. He is fat and well-dressed. He looks like a depressed middle-aged man in his forties. Men are pretty much the same.

On the other hand, Zhao Bao, with his meticulous pink suit, shiny hair wax, and a watch and jewelry ring all over his body, might be worth more than Tang Yuan risking being caught and writing a manuscript for a year.

Zhao Bao looked at Tang Yuan with squinted eyes and asked softly: "Are you still insisting on this situation?"

Tang Yuan lowered his head and remained silent for more than ten seconds before sighing and replying: "Actually, I just want to tell the truth."

Zhao Bao was startled when he heard the sound.

Tang Yuan looked up at Zhao Bao and immediately added in a teasing tone: "Because even if I am willing to tell lies now, no unit is willing to hire me."

"Haha." Zhao Bao laughed when he heard this; "Interesting."

"You have to live, you have to eat." Tang Yuan scratched his head.

"Come to my place and I will open a separate column for you." Zhao Bao looked at Tang Yuan and said suddenly.

Tang Yuan was stunned for a long time when he heard the sound, and immediately waved his hand: "Your webcast station cannot publish what I wrote."

"I'm the editor-in-chief, and I can do it if I can."

"Zhao Bao, you don't need to pull this shit." Tang Yuan persuaded softly: "Your dad won't let you pull this shit either."

Zhao Bao looked at Tang Yuan with a smile, and did not try to persuade him: "We will discuss the matter of you coming to my place to open a column later. In this case, you first show me the information about the eight children who were suffocated to death. "

"OK."

Tang Yuan nodded and opened the computer.

"Hey, is there a network here?" Zhao Bao asked.

"No, it's the network card." Tang Yuan bared his teeth and explained, "I contributed one-third of my royalties to it."

Zhao Bao looked at Tang Yuan's back and said nothing.

A few minutes later, Tang Yuan opened a folder with the mouse, rummaged through it to find a lot of photos, and then enlarged them one by one: "I arrived a little late, and the joint defense people had already passed by. But they didn’t allow me to get close enough to take pictures, so I had to stand far away and zoom in to take pictures, but fortunately it’s not far away and you can still see the film very clearly.”

Zhao Bao squinted at the computer screen and was stunned when he saw the children in the van who died in terrible conditions.

Tang Yuan pointed at the computer screen: "Have you seen the big chains on these children's hands and feet? It looks like they were kidnapped by human traffickers."

"Is there no one in charge?" Zhao Bao looked at the children in the photo and the dull expression of the joint defense sergeant in astonishment, feeling extremely shocked in his heart.

"I asked someone to ask, the joint defense made a record, and they were arrested right after they were buried. So far, they haven't been investigated at all." Tang Yuan looked at the screen and shook his head: "The sufferer is a child that no one cares about. For them, the investigation will continue no point."

Zhao Bao looked at the photo with burning eyes, and after pondering for a long time, he asked: "Xiao Yuan, do you have any clues about this matter?"

"Do you really want to do it?" Tang Yuan asked with a frown.

"...I studied hard for ten years just to sit in the office and make garbage?" Zhao Bao responded softly: "I want to follow this case."

Tang Yuan looked at Zhao Bao from the side and found that his expression was still the same as when he was in school. Then he grinned and said, "It's okay to solve this case with you, but I have to pay him."

"You make an offer!" Zhao Bao replied boldly.

"One thousand, after all, you have money, haha."

"It's a small matter." Zhao Bao pointed to the screen: "Send me the photo."

"Okay, boss!" Tang Yuan bared his teeth and smiled, then reached out and started operating.

…

The other end.

Pei Deyong sat at home. After thinking about it for a long time, he lowered his head and dialed Yuan Ke's number.

"Hello? Brother Pei!"

"You give me another 10%, and I'll play with the medicine line with you." Pei Deyong said in a low voice.

Yuan Ke was startled when he heard the sound: "Brother Pei, let me tell you the truth...!"

"Xiao Ke, I'll work with you. Qin Yu's attention is all on me, and you have time and space to set up a business in Jiangnan. I want you 10% more, not much, right?" Pei Deyong interrupted I asked.

Yuan Ke was silent for a while: "Okay, I'll do as you say."