Chapter 129 Freedom, Justice

"Wei Feng? Come to my office." The editor-in-chief was short and hung up the phone.

Wei Feng is even more proud, this is to praise his rhythm face to face!

Taking brisk steps, Wei Feng became more and more light as he walked, as if the god of luck had opened his arms and was full of kindness towards himself.

road to blue sky,

right in front of you,

lift your feet,

step up,

Fish leaping over the dragon gate,

All the way to the sky!

As for the bones buried below,

Who will pay attention? !

"Dangdang~~~" Coming to the door of the editor-in-chief's office, he sorted out his mood and knocked on the door.

"Please come in." The editor-in-chief's crisp voice came out.

It's just a little girl who just climbed onto my head with the power of the family. Wei Feng was contemptuous in his heart, but there was no trace of negative emotions on his face, he pushed the door in with a standard smile.

A twenty-seven or eight-year-old woman with short hair and a shrewd, hard-working woman sat behind a desk, looking at a printed manuscript.

She is the editor-in-chief of the news department, and her name is Tang Xiu.

"Wei Feng, your manuscript is very good." Editor-in-chief Tang said lightly.

The smile on Wei Feng's face became a little thicker, but he consciously maintained a certain degree and did not get carried away.

"I'm just an intern reporter, a newcomer, thanks to your teaching." Wei Feng reluctantly put the leadership first, but there was no reluctance or reluctance in his tone.

"But this manuscript has too much influence, so let's forget it." Editor-in-chief Tang put down the manuscript in his hand, helped his black-rimmed glasses, and said indifferently.

What?

what!

what……

Editor-in-chief Tang's words sounded like a blast of thunder in Wei Feng's ears, and his ears were buzzing.

Shady! There must be shady!

Wei Feng was instantly angry!

This must be a shady story, someone must be looking for this abominable mother-in-law to say that I should suppress Lao Tzu's manuscript!

Wei Feng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and in an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind like a revolving beacon.

"Go back and make persistent efforts. I'm very optimistic about you." Editor-in-chief Tang said without a trace of firework.

Wei Feng didn't move, he lost his mind in anger.

For such a good manuscript, I spent a small amount of salary and found an informant. With the clues, in order to make the manuscript detailed and accurate, I went to the hellish place in the First City Courtyard in the middle of the night to deal with those people who smelled of tobacco and alcohol.

What did you do so much for?

Not to write a manuscript that will shock everyone? !

You said you can't send it, why!

Wei Feng quickly calmed down, sorted out his emotions, suppressed his anger, and said, "Editor Tang, can I ask for any reason?"

"The influence is too large, and the content of the manuscript is not accurate. Once it is sent, it will bring a lot of trouble to the newspaper."

"As a free and impartial journalist, I do things with conscience." Wei Feng said loudly, with a righteous look on his face, he was almost moved.

"I know that this manuscript will offend many people, but no matter what kind of resistance and pressure I encounter, even if it is a personal threat, even if it is..."

"Enough!" Editor-in-chief Tang raised his head, looked at Wei Feng coldly, and asked, "Are you sure what you said is true?"

"I'm sure!" Wei Feng's aura was not weak at all.

At this moment, even if Mount Tai is on the top, he has to stand strong. He even had the idea of ​​resigning with a press release, going to a major newspaper group in the south, and using this press release as a certificate of submission.

This type of manuscript is the favorite type of a large newspaper in the south.

Editor-in-chief Tang picked up the phone and seemed to be sending WeChat.

Wei Feng was even more angry. In his opinion, this was a clear statement to be dealt with coldly.

Editor-in-chief Tang's subtext is - this is the end of the matter, the newspaper is under a lot of pressure, and the manuscript will not be published.

Peace of mind! No wonder it was just a tabloid office in a remote city, Wei Feng sneered.

"Editor Tang, I know your difficulties." Wei Feng decided to die.

That manuscript was so good that I was sure that once there was a corresponding platform, it would definitely brighten my career path.

If you don't fight for it now, you will regret it for the rest of your life.

Wei Feng had seen the "big world", and he didn't want to live in Haicheng for the rest of his life, having children and dying in old age.

"If the newspaper is under pressure that it should not be under because of my manuscript, I sincerely apologize." Wei Feng said indifferently: "But the ownership of this manuscript belongs to me, and I think I will take it to where it should go. In a place where these ugliness of society will never be allowed to…”

As he was talking, his cell phone rang.

"This is not a university lecture. No one listens to what you say. Please be quiet and take a look at the photos first." Editor-in-chief Tang looked at Wei Feng coldly with eyes like knives.

Wei Feng was stunned for a moment, the photo? Did you get photographed when you gave money to the informant? Did you get photographed when you received medical bills?

A cold air burst from his back, and he turned on the phone.

The first photo shows the family members of the patient at the gate of the city's first hospital holding the pennant high with their hands. Countless people around were watching and discussing.

In the second photo, another person is holding the pennant, and the angle of the photo is different. It is a bit closer. The densely embroidered characters on the pennant can be seen clearly.

They... Wei Feng felt a chill in his heart.

Hope there is no third, he is praying in his heart. But the photo swiped to the left, and a picture in a dark corner appeared in front of me.

The people in the picture are him and the man with the big yellow tooth tattoo.

The man with the big yellow tooth tattoo held a stack of red and sparkling banknotes and stuffed it into Wei Feng's hand.

Seeing that Wei Feng was stunned on the spot, Editor-in-Chief Tang copied the pile of press releases and threw it away.

"Aren't you going to resign and go? Get out now, get out with your manuscript!"

"It's a fucking shame, not to mention the money, and let people leave evidence!"

"A good piece of news, but I want to resist all kinds of pressure and send it out. How dare you collect money! You still have the face to tell the old lady about the fairness of the news! Talk about freedom!"

"Don't you want to take them to where they're supposed to go? Get out, now! Immediately! Immediately! Their destination is the trash can, and you go to the trash can with them!"

"Scum!"

Seeing that the shrewd and capable editor-in-chief Tang was angry, a series of swear words could not be contained.

Wei Feng stood in the news release flying like snowflakes, his face ashen.

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City hospital, emergency ward.

Zheng Ren was reading, Chang Yue was writing medical records, and Su Yun was sitting behind Zheng Ren, fiddling with his mobile phone.

For tetanus-infected patients, Zheng Ren makes a round trip every half an hour on average.

With the infusion of tetanus antitoxin, the patient's symptoms did not improve significantly, but they did not progress.

As long as there is no progress, it proves that the drug is working, which is a good thing.

Another half an hour passed, Zheng Ren stood up again, ready to go to the ward.

"Mr. Zheng, don't you wear a mask?" Su Yun asked behind Zheng Ren.

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