celebrity effect

Zong Zhengqian handed Xing Yang a file bag, which contained the background information of the seven second-generation officials, and she said, "You can chat with them."

Xing Yang nodded: "I'll take a look first, and then make an appointment to talk one by one."

"The time is urgent, I have already made an appointment. They will come to Fanyun tomorrow, each of them will have a 10-minute private talk, and a two-hour round table talk." Zong Zhengqian said, "Don't treat them differently because of their identities. Ask whatever you want."

"Okay." Xing Yang agreed.

Stepping out of Zong Zhengqian's office, Xing Yang took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Shao Zhixing [Sorry, I have something to do this afternoon, so I can't find you. 】

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[Shao Zhixing: Then I will go by myself. 】

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[Xing Yang: Is it important? 】

[Shao Zhixing: ...It's not very important. 】

[Shao Zhixing: You are busy with your work. 】

Xing Yang temporarily released the pigeons, feeling very sorry, he sat at his desk and continued to type 【Are you in the company now? 】

[Shao Zhixing: Yes, let's go out later. 】

[Xing Yang: Wait a minute. 】He opened the delivery software and ordered a cup of milk tea and a corner of mousse cake, 【Get the delivery before leaving. 】

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[Shao Zhixing: ...]

[Shao Zhixing: I would be very embarrassed if you do this. 】

Xing Yang was amused, he sat on the chair and swayed from side to side, typing on the keyboard briskly【Then what are you going to do? 】

Shao Zhixing thought for a while with his mobile phone in his hand, and then typed [shall we have dinner together tonight?I treat you. 】

[Xing Yang: Good. 】

"Thank you." Shao Zhixing took the paper bag from the delivery guy, opened it, and found a glass of strawberry milkshake and a corner of strawberry mousse, pink and tender, exuding Xing Yang's evil taste.

Now Shao Zhixing can walk to the work station with a small pink cake without changing his face, unpack the package with a serious expression, put the habit into the milk tea cup, take a sip of the strawberry milkshake, and a soft brilliance appears in his dark eyes.

Jin Su stretched out his head: "The object gave it?"

Shao Zhixing avoided talking: "I'll go out in a while, you come with me."

"Do you bring equipment?" Jin Su asked.

"Take it." Shao Zhixing said, "Take the big machine."

"At the press conference?" Jin Su asked.

"Daily shooting." Shao Zhixing said.

"How inconvenient." Jin Su said, "That thing is heavy and precious."

"You'll know when you get to the place." Shao Zhixing said, "Hurry up and get it." He took a sip of the milkshake, tore off the plastic wrapping of the fork, and put a spoonful of mousse into his mouth.

Jin Su looked helplessly at Shao Zhixing, who was covered in pink bubbles, and sighed: "A man in love is really unreasonable."

Shao Zhixing lowered his eyes and concentrated on eating the cake, ignoring Jin Su's teasing.

After eating the whole small cake, Shao Zhixing reluctantly slowed down the speed of drinking milk tea.Jin Su carried two small bags and walked to Shao Zhixing's side with a big bag on his back: "Let's go."

Shao Zhi put the computer in his backpack and shared a handbag for Jin Su, and the two walked out of the office together.

"Where are you going?" Jin Su asked.

"Baima Road Middle School." Shao Zhixing said, "You look after the machine when the time comes, and I'll go talk."

"Do you want to turn on the machine?" Jin Su asked.

"Open." Shao Zhixing said.

Jin Su went to the administrator to get the car keys, chose an SUV among the three resident vehicles parked downstairs, put the equipment into the spacious trunk, and fixed it with an elastic band.Shao Zhixing drove, and Jin Su sat in the co-pilot.

"I haven't driven a car much since I arrived in Beijing." Shao Zhixing said, "You can help me watch." Usually Xing Yang drove Shao Zhixing around when he was free, and Shao Zhixing had almost no chance to touch the car. He worried that his driving skills had regressed too much.

Jin Su rolled down the car window, stretched out her head and looked around: "Have you ever driven a car?"

"I drove it when I was in Tianjin." Shao Zhixing said.

"Oh, that's no problem." Jin Su said, "Tianjin's roads are messed up like balls of wool, while Beijing's road planning is upright, so don't worry."

Shao Zhixing fastened his seat belt, started the car, and tentatively stepped on the accelerator to cooperate with the turn signal and steering wheel. He regained a little driving feeling in a moment, and became more proficient and confident.

Follow the navigation to reach the gate of Baima Road Middle School. The road in front of the school has been blocked from both ends by a yellow and black cordon. There is a wreath at the gate of the school, a black and white photo in the middle, and a small incense burner on the countertop with three sticks of incense stuck on it. .

The midsummer sun was raging, and an old and haggard woman was sitting on a pony in front of the altar, muttering vague words, knitting a sweater in her hands non-stop, with two thick knitting needles flying up and down, Sitting in the middle of the blue-black asphalt road under the big sun.

Wreaths, black-and-white photos, and mentally disturbed women make up a strange and strange picture.

Shao Zhixing and Jin Su who were sitting in the car looked at each other, and Jin Su asked, "What's going on..."

"Her daughter, the girl in the photo, is the deceased who fell from a building in Xidan in the news a few days ago." Shao Zhixing said, "I'm here to find a story."

"But we are Yu Ji." Jin Su said, "This is not our business."

"I know." Shao Zhixing said, with a calm expression, "I want to try." His dream is to be an investigative reporter, uphold justice, and reveal the truth. He wants to get back on his track. This story is an opportunity.

Before falling asleep for three consecutive nights, he was thinking about his first case, the man-eating academy, the police who refused to help, the secretive local officials, the golden-red Chaoyang and the fallen young man.He clearly remembered the earnest gaze of the mathematics professor surnamed Zou when he handed over the USB flash drive to him. He remembered that on the day the news of the seizure of the academy came out, he happily went to eat spicy hotpot and cooked two bowls of rice and a bottle of beer.

He should have done meaningful things instead of focusing all day on who has broken knees, who cheated after marriage, who has multiple children inexplicably. His camera should record the outcry and injustice, and his pen should write true confessions.

Shao Zhixing repeatedly asked himself what his mission was and what he was doing.

He is wasting his life.

He's back on track, he's going to be an investigative reporter.

Jin Su swallowed the extra questions, silently unfastened her seat belt and got out of the car to carry the equipment.Shao Zhixing took out the recording pen and put it in his jacket pocket, picked up a peaked cap and put it on his head, got out of the car and walked towards the Lingtai in the middle of the road.

The middle-aged woman knitting a sweater raised her head vigilantly and saw Shao Zhixing's figure.She stood up and stood in front of her daughter's photo. She thought Shao Zhixing was a security guard or urban management, and came to persuade her to remove the photo and wreath.

"My name is Shao Zhixing, and I'm a reporter." Shao Zhixing turned sideways, revealing Jinsu wearing a sun hat and fiddling with a camera on the side of the road. "This is our company's cameraman."

"I saw the news about your daughter falling from a building, so I came here to interview you." Shao Zhixing said, "If you want, we will try our best to spread your voice across the country and let people across the country know your appeal."

After hearing this, the woman was slightly moved, and asked, "Are you really a reporter?"

"This is my press card." Shao Zhixing took out a card, "You can check my identity online."

The woman looked at the press card over and over again. She took a special look at the thick and spacious camera equipment and asked, "Are you recording?"

Shao Zhixing turned his head to signal Jin Su, Jin Su gave a thumbs up, and Shao Zhixing said, "It's on."

The woman looked excited, she lowered her body and knelt down facing Shao Zhixing: "Thank you, please help me."

Shao Zhixing was taken aback. He took half a step to the right to avoid the woman's kneeling: "If you have something to say, stand up and say, I'm just a little reporter, not a policeman."

The woman didn't kneel at Shao Zhixing at all. She adjusted her posture and faced the camera with a sad and sad face: "My poor daughter—" the ending sounded three times, "My daughter was murdered! She absolutely couldn't commit suicide, she She is still so young, she said that she will be a doctor when she grows up, she is a kind and good child, she is my sweetheart..."

Jin Su looked at Shao Zhixing, and Shao Zhixing signaled Jin Su to continue recording. Standing beside the woman, he had mixed emotions in his heart.Shao Zhixing could almost predict the trend of public opinion caused by the release of this video. Women are indeed pitiful, but being pitiful does not arouse the public's anger.

Human nature is strong, and netizens show it even more clearly.People like help-seekers who are calm, rational, and of few words, and a woman's sloppy rolling will make people lose favor at the beginning.Internet speech is similar to quarrels at the entrance of the village. The difference is that the quarrel at the entrance of the village is louder than the noise. Whoever yells loudly is right. The situation of online speech is ever-changing and complicated.

The situation of help-seekers is already very difficult, and the harshness of the Internet has made the road to help more difficult.

After waiting for the woman to vent her emotions, Shao Zhixing said, "How about we find a place and have a good chat?"

The woman wiped her tears and sat back on the pony seat. She shook her head, "I'm here with Axian, and I'm not going anywhere."