celebrity effect

140 minutes for each individual meeting, seven people, [-] minutes, plus the time for greetings, drinking water, smoking and going to the toilet, a full two and a half hours, Xing Yang looked at the dense records on the computer screen, deeply sighed.

The interview alone consumed a lot of energy, Xing Yang rubbed his buzzing head, hunger and sleepiness came to his heart at the same time, he didn't know which need was more urgent.

From the narrations of the seven people, Xing Yang got seven timelines. He needs to arrange the seven timelines side by side, find out where the logic conflicts, and determine who is lying.It is simple to say, but it is extremely cumbersome to operate, requiring care and patience, and because of the customer information confidentiality system, this matter can only be done by Xing Yang himself.

"Dong dong."

Zongzhengqian walked into the reception room with two boxes of fried noodles, closed the door, and asked in a low voice, "Yangyang, are you hungry?"

"I'm starving to death." Xing Yang replied weakly. He closed the laptop and took the takeaway box from Zong Zhengqian, "Thank you, sister."

"How was the chat with them?" Zong Zhengqian sat opposite Xing Yang, breaking the disposable chopsticks with both hands.

"Someone is lying." Xing Yang said, "It is also possible that all the staff are lying." In addition to the text, he left a recording as a draft to prevent himself from missing information.Xing Yang didn't expect everyone to tell the truth. The investigation is the job of the police. His goal is better public relations. If he doesn't know anything, public relations will be meaningless.He can't make it up on the basis of the air, who knows which details he made up conflict with the details announced by the police, resulting in self-slapping effects.

"It's more difficult for all the staff to lie." Zong Zhengqian picked up a stick of fried noodles, "They have to check the words in advance and prepare a careful script so as not to go wrong."

Xing Yang nodded and said, "I am more inclined to what they said, some of which are true." Which ones are true and which ones are false depends on what Xing Yang can analyze from the narrations of the seven people.

"It's hard—ah." Xing Yang sighed three times, took a mouthful of noodles, and said, "I'll sleep for a while after eating, and the round table will start at three o'clock."

"Okay." Zong Zhengqian agreed, and she looked at Xing Yang worriedly, "The Yunnan team building on the weekend, you..."

"I won't go." Xing Yang said, "I can't go, you guys bring me some flower cakes back."

"I'm not going, Shanshan and Qianxue are leading the team." Zong Zhengqian said, "I have to work on this too. If I leave, they will definitely bother you."

Xing Yang wolfed down the fried noodles, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said, "Oh, it feels like we're back to the start-up period." The three women often fight at night with the lights on. 17-year-old Xing Yang helps serve tea and water to entertain guests, and sleeps on the sofa for a few hours under a blanket.

There is a long sofa in the reception room. Xing Yang is tall and has long legs. Although it is uncomfortable to sleep on it, it is better to lie down and sleep than to sleep on the table.Zong Zhengqian packed up two takeaway boxes and said, "I'll bring you Shanshan's blanket, you go and lie down for a while."

"Okay." Xing Yang responded, lay flat and closed his eyes for a nap. He was too sleepy, and fell into a light sleep the moment he closed his eyes. After a while, his breathing was regular, and he fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.

Shao Zhixing tried to chat with Wang Qunzhi for more information, but Wang Qunzhi was not in a good state of mind, so he kept talking to himself and ignoring Shao Zhixing.

Shao Zhixing stood up and looked at the plaque of [Baima Road Middle School]. A security guard at the school gate poked his head. When Shao Zhixing looked over, the security guard waved to Shao Zhixing.

They are all here, one of the interviews is also an interview, and the two are also interviews. Shao Zhi walked to the school gate and said, "Hello."

"Are you a reporter?" the security guard asked.

"Yes, this is my press card." Shao Zhixing showed the card.

"Great." The security guard opened the small pedestrian gate next to the school gate, "Our administrative director will be here soon."

"Looking for me?" Shao Zhixing pointed to himself.

"That's right, didn't you come here just for the daughter of that lunatic?" The security guard said, "That lunatic burns papers every day at the gate of the mourning hall, and the police dare not chase her away. Who dares to say that her daughter is dead?"

Shao Zhixing asked: "Her daughter..."

"I don't know what her daughter is like. You can talk to Director Wang later." The security guard said, "It's not easy for you reporters. It's so hot that you squat under the sun with her to bask together. Here, have an ice cream." He handed A piece of mung bean ice cream came, and he stuffed it into Shao Zhixing's hand without any explanation, "I think you are only... in your 20s?"

"Um, thank you." Shao Zhixing tore open the ice cream package. He was so hot that he was sweating profusely. The sweat from his forehead flowed down his cheeks to his neck, "I'm 26."

Uncle Security looked at Shao Zhixing eating ice cream lovingly, and said, "I see you are very persistent. Several reporters have come here these days, but they all left after asking a few questions. You spent a lot of time with her." More than an hour, really powerful."

Shao Zhixing pursed his lips in embarrassment, and lowered his head to eat the ice cream.

Footsteps came from far to near, and Shao Zhixing raised his head. A middle-aged woman, with short hair around her ears, was neat and capable. She stood in front of Shao Zhixing and stretched out her right hand: "Hello, my name is Zhao Jing."

"Shao Zhixing." Shao Zhixing shook hands with her.

Zhao Jing glanced at Wang Qunzhi who was sitting on the road, and said to the security guard, "Go get a bottle of water for Ms. Wang." She turned to Shao Zhixing, "Shall we go to the office to talk?"

"Okay." Shao Zhixing touched the recording pen in his pocket, and raised his heels to follow Zhao Jing's pace.

Xing Yang didn't sleep soundly. In his dream, seven people were still narrating the scene. He frowned, turned over uncomfortably, and fell off the sofa with a "hu dong", startling Fan Shanshan who came in to call for help.

"Hiss..." Xing Yang gasped, and slowly opened his eyes, Fan Shanshan asked with a suppressed smile, "Are you okay?"

Xing Yang stared blankly at the ceiling. After a while, he realized that he had rolled from the sofa to the floor.He sat up with his hand on the edge of the coffee table, and asked Fan Shanshan in a vague voice, "What time is it?"

"Two fifty." Fan Shanshan said.

"I'm going to wash my face." Xing Yang struggled to stand up and returned the blanket to Fan Shanshan, "Thank you." After waking up from a deep sleep, Xing Yang's muscles had not fully recovered, and he stumbled into the bathroom. He leaned on the sink and bent down to catch a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

Xing Yang sighed contentedly as the cool water brought down the heat of early awakening. He shook his head, wiped his face casually, and looked at himself in the mirror.Messy short hair, dark green eyes, pale cheeks, like a gambler who has lost money all night due to bad luck.

The round table meeting is a tough battle, Xing Yang must first adjust his mentality, don't be high-spirited, calmness is the first element.

The alarm clock set on the mobile phone rang, and it was three o'clock. Xing Yang turned and left the bathroom, walked along the long corridor, passed through Fanyun's office, and walked into the conference room.

Seven people sat around a long table, and a single-sided white glass was hung on the entire wall as a writing board. Xing Yang closed the door, picked up a black marker and stood beside the glass wall, saying, "Let's get started."

"Ms. Wang's daughter is Chen Jiaxian, a student in Class One (Nine) of Senior High." Zhao Jing said, "Her grades are in the middle and lower reaches of the class ranking, and her personality is relatively unstable..."

"Often quarrel with the teacher." Shao Zhixing said, "I know this."

Zhao Jing was surprised for a moment, and adjusted his expression: "It seems that some students have said it on the Internet."

"It's a very detailed anonymous speech." Shao Zhixing said, he was sitting on the sofa in the Academic Affairs Office, with a glass of water on the table at hand, "I want to ask, why does Chen Jiaxian often quarrel with the teacher? Is there a specific reason?" ?”

"As far as I know, last month Chen Jiaxian quarreled with the head teacher of Class No. [-] because she refused to write an essay." Zhao Jing said, "The title of the essay was "A Little Thing with My Father", because my father happened to be Festival."

"What's the reason for the refusal?" Shao Zhixing asked.

"She didn't say that after a quarrel with the class teacher, I asked her to go home and calm down for two days." Zhao Jing said, "She often quarreled with the teacher, and even calling the parents didn't make any improvement. I could only do this."

Shao Zhixing asked, "What else did she quarrel with?"

"One time she got into a fight and beat the heads of male students in the class to bleed, just because the boys said she was ignorant." Zhao Jing said, "She is a well-known thorn in the first grade."

It sounds like a sensitive and inferior girl, Shao Zhixing secretly evaluated.