celebrity effect

Zong Zhengqian took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if she had made great determination. She looked at Xing Yang and said, "Yangyang, sit down."

Xing Yang pulled a chair and sat down anxiously, the deposit amount, unfinished reports, remaining days of annual leave, and Shao Zhixing flashed through his mind.

"Six people kneeling outside, Zhao Yi from Jiaxie's family, and seven people." Zong Zhengqian said, "We had a party during the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, and one person died at that banquet."

Xing Yang's eyes widened in surprise, and Zong Zhengqian said: "The girl who died was a high school student. I'm not sure if it has anything to do with those seven people. The information I got so far is that the girl had no trauma or sexual activity. She fell from the roof and died instantly."

"They were partying on the sixth floor. When the girl died, she had a plastic bag over her head and was half naked, wearing only underwear." Zong Zhengqian said, "The police are investigating."

Xing Yang asked: "What is their appeal?"

"Their names cannot appear in the news," Zong Zhengqian said.

Xing Yang thought about it, if Zongzheng Qiaowen had nothing to do with the girl's death, why did they hide it and dare not say it?

Zong Zhengyun said: "Because people with good intentions can't be mistaken for our close relationship."

In the past few years, the higher-ups have been strict and strict, and if a few high-school children gather together to play in a high-profile way, they will indeed be considered as a group to interfere with the political situation.Coupled with criminal cases, the second generation of officials, naked women, and minors, these keywords are enough to detonate public opinion.

None of the seven aristocratic families dared to underestimate the influence of this matter, so they turned to Xing Yang.

Xing Yang frowned, weighing the value of this matter, the advantage of covering up is to separate the second-generation officials from the criminal case, and prevent the superiors from misunderstood that the aristocratic family is ganging up to cause trouble, provided that the second-generation officials have nothing to do with the underage girl falling off the building.

"So...we don't know whether they committed a crime or not," Xing Yang said.

"Yes." Zong Zhengqian nodded, "We have no way to be sure until the police issue a notice."

"We intervened to interfere with public opinion," Xing Yang said.

"It's not interference, it's to maintain the independence of the police in handling cases." Zong Zhengyun said, "The police should not be kidnapped by public opinion."

"So you choose to kidnap public opinion. Besides, once the scene is over, they will assume that they have nothing to do with the victim." Xing Yang said, "This is a risk point." And Xing Yang is very dangerous.

"If it is confirmed that it is related, I will stop the whole thing." Zong Zhengqian said.

Zong Zhengqian's approach seems to have avoided some risks, but in fact the risks they took were not within the controllable range.If Xing Yang refuses to help, he will face the long-term difficulties of the seven core families, which is tantamount to ruining his career.

Xing Yang had no choice but to agree, and tied himself and the children of the family to a big boat. He gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "Okay."

Zong Zhengqian held his hand and looked at Xing Yang: "Trust me."

Xing Yang can only trust Zong Zhengqian, like sitting on the wall of an old house and jumping into Zongzhengqian's arms when he was a child, giving him wholehearted trust.

Shao Zhixing was browsing a piece of news [Yanqing Public Security: 16-year-old girl disappeared after school follow-up], at first he hurriedly slid across the long royal blue picture, the extremely saturated blue with Song typeface, almost blinding Shao Zhixing.He glanced at it, stopped sliding his index finger, endured the blinding color schemes, and struggled to finish reading every single word.

A 16-year-old girl ran away from home angrily because she couldn't agree with her mother because she wanted to buy a new mobile phone. Three days later, she fell naked from the rooftop of a shopping mall in Xidan with a plastic bag on her head.

This piece of news is not in the entertainment circle, and it is not something Shao Zhixing should pay attention to, but out of the reporter's strong intuition, Shao Zhixing believes that there is a story in it.Even if it wasn't his category, it wouldn't hurt to spend a few minutes looking it up.

Simply search the news, browse the hot list and real-time Weibo, browse several social platforms, and Shao Zhixing finds more and more complicated information.The girl is studying in Baima Road Middle School. She is in the first grade of high school. She doesn't talk much and has a somewhat extreme personality. She often quarrels with the teacher.

Shao Zhixing is a reporter, not a policeman. He excerpted a few lines, closed the webpage, and devoted himself to the news report at hand.He still has three manuscripts pending, and the work is piling up.

Xing Yang silently walked out of the old house side by side with Zong Zhengqian, and Chi You said, "Sister Qian."

Zong Zhengqian nodded politely to Chi You, stepped over the high threshold, walked to Prado, and said, "Go back to the company and talk."

"Okay." Xing Yang said.He pressed the unlock button of the car key, opened the door and sat in the cab. Zong Zhengqian drove the Audi and followed the Prado. The two cars turned on the turn signals and merged into the traffic flow one after the other.

Arriving at the underground garage of the office building, Xing Yang got out of the car and lit a cigarette against the car door.Zong Zhengqian reached out to ask for one, and Xing Yang lit the fire for her.

"What do you want to ask?" Zong Zhengqian shook the soot.

"I don't want to pick it up." Xing Yang said.

"I know." Zong Zhengqian lowered her eyelashes, with thin lines accumulated at the end of her eyes. She is exactly 40 years old this year, and she is still in her prime, strong and sharp.

The two smoked quietly until Zongzhengqian finished smoking a cigarette before saying, "Yangyang, my name is Zongzheng."

Xing Yang lowered his head and thought, he didn't know what to say.

Zongzhengqian is always surnamed Zongzheng, Zongzheng's fortune is prosperous, and Fanyun has a bright future. If Zongzheng is down, Fanyun must not survive alone.The surname Zongzheng is Fanyun's confidence and also his shackles.

"I'll try." Xing Yang said.

"You can quit, I support all your choices." Zong Zhengqian said.

Xing Yang's dark green eyes looked at Zong Zhengqian with a gentle smile: "Let me try."

A corner of Zong Zhengqian's heart collapsed. She always regarded Xing Yang as a child, a little wolf cub with a tight face and an uncompromising face. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years later, the child has grown into a man with a height of 1.8 meters, and has become the only wolf in charge .Zongzhengqian couldn't help sighing that time is not forgiving.

Xing Yang is someone who decides not to regret easily. Now that he has set a goal, he will work hard towards the goal and strive to achieve it within the expected time.He started another topic to enliven the atmosphere: "Sister, I want to drink milk tea."

"Bring me a glass, lime grapefruit." Zong Zhengqian glanced at the phone screen, "I have an online meeting later."

Xing Yang said: "Okay." He and Zong Zhengqian walked into the elevator car together, Zong Zhengqian pressed down to the 20th floor, and Xing Yang pressed down to the 1st floor.

There were three or five people queuing up in the milk tea shop. Xing Yang took the number and sat at the bar playing with his mobile phone.

[Qianlang Weibo hot search list TOP5 Baima Road Middle School mourning hall]

Xing Yang vaguely remembered that he had seen this news during the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, and when he opened it again, the news had advanced to a new stage.

A sophomore girl from Baima Road Middle School ran away from home after a conflict with her mother over changing her mobile phone, and fell half-naked from the top of a Xidan shopping mall with a plastic bag on her head.His mother set up a mourning hall at the entrance of Baima Road Middle School, burned paper money, knelt down, accused the school of lax supervision, and demanded compensation.

Xing Yang read the news three times. The comments under the news ranged from sympathy to indifference. Some accused his mother of going to school to play and roll, some said the society was sick, and some asked for an explanation.

Regardless of the girl's grades and mother's performance, just looking at this case, Xing Yang wondered whether the girl who fell from the building had anything to do with the second generation of officials.To publicize a matter, at least the publicist must know the whole picture of the matter. At present, Xing Yang only has a little more information than the public. He really has no confidence to fabricate a complete lie to persuade others.

Xing Yang scratched his hair depressedly, and the counter clerk said, "No. 27, lime grapefruit and jasmine oolong."

Xing Yang got up and went to the counter to pick up his meal, and walked towards the office with two cups of milk tea.

"Buzzing."

The phone vibrated, and Xing Yang picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Xing Yang." Shao Zhixing's voice came, "Are you free tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"

"What?" Xing Yang asked.

"I want to interview someone." Shao Zhixing said, "but I didn't think about it, can you..."

"I have time tomorrow." Xing Yang said, "Let's meet and chat."

"Okay." Shao Zhixing was happy, and couldn't help but say a few more words to Xing Yang, "Are you busy today?"

"Not too busy." Xing Yang said, "A little anxious."

Shao Zhixing asked, "Because of work?"

"Yeah, or is it because of you?" Xing Yang joked, "You have performed very well recently, keep it up."

"Did I perform badly before?" Shao Zhixing asked, "Tell me."

"Student Shao, you can't talk like this." Xing Yang said helplessly, his tone full of connivance, "If you don't disturb me, you just behave well."

"Then I can't do it." Shao Zhixing said frankly.