Chapter 129: Freedom of justice

"Wei Feng? Come to my office." The editor's words are very short. After that, I will hang up the phone.
Wei Feng is more proud, this is to praise his rhythm face to face!
Taking a brisk pace, Wei Feng is more and more swaying, as if the of luck has opened his arms and is full of goodwill.
Qingyun Road,
Just in front of you,
Lift the foot,
Step on,
Yu Yue Longmen,
All the way through the sky!
As for the bones buried underneath,
Who will ignore it? !
"Dangdang ~~~" came to the editor's office door, he sorted out his mood and knocked on the door.
"Please come in." The editor's crisp voice came out.
A little girl, just crawling over my head with the power of my family. Wei Feng was despised in his heart, but his face did not show a slight negative emotion, and he pushed in with a standard smile.
A twenty-seven-year-old, with short hair, a smart and strong woman sitting behind the desk, looking at the printed manuscript.
She is the editor-in-chief of the Department of Public Information, called Tang Xiu.
"Wei Feng, the manuscript you wrote is very good." Tang editor said faintly.
Wei Feng’s smile on his face was a bit more intense, but he consciously maintained a certain degree and did not forget it.
"I am just a reporter in the internship period, a newcomer, thanks to your teaching." Wei Feng reluctantly put the leader in the first place, but he could not hear the slightest reluctance and reluctance.
"But the influence of this manuscript is too great, or forget it." The manuscript in the editor's hand lay down the manuscript, and helped the black-rimmed glasses to talk lightly.
what?
what!
what……
The editor-in-chief of the soup is like a thundering bomb that rings in Wei Feng’s ear and his ears squeak.
Shady! There must be a shady scene!
Wei Feng was angry at once!
This special must be a shady scene. Someone must find this abominable mother-in-law to say that I want to suppress the man’s manuscript!
Wei Feng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and in a flash, his mind turned a thousand times, and countless thoughts flashed like a horse.
"Go back, keep up the good work, I am very optimistic about you." Tang editor did not say a bit of smoke.
Wei Feng did not move, and his anger had lost his mind.
Such a good manuscript, I spent a small amount of salary, looking for an informant. With clues, in order to be detailed and detailed, I went to the ghost place of the city's first hospital in the middle of the night, dealing with people who smelled of alcohol and tobacco.
Doing so much, what is it for?
Still not to write a manuscript that shocks everyone? !
You said you can't send it, why?
Wei Feng quickly calmed down, sorted out his emotions, suppressed his inner anger, and said: "Tang editor, can I ask if there is any reason?"
"The impact is too big, and the content of the manuscript is not true. Once sent out, it will bring a lot of trouble to the newspaper."
"As a free and fair journalist, I am doing things with a conscience." Wei Feng said with a sigh of relief, and he was moved by himself.
"I know that this manuscript will offend a lot of people, but I don't care what kind of resistance and pressure, even if it is a personal threat, even if..."
"Enough!" Tang editor raised his head and looked at Wei Feng coldly and asked: "Are you sure that what you said is true?"
"I am sure!" Wei Feng's momentum is not weak.
At this moment, even if it is the top of Mount Tai, he will have to be strong. Even he had the idea of ​​resigning with a press release and going to a major newspaper group in the South to use this press release as a name.
This type of manuscript is the favorite type of a large newspaper in the South.
The editor of the soup picked up the phone and seemed to be sending WeChat.
Wei Feng is even more angry. In his opinion, this is a very clear statement of cold treatment.
The subtext of the editor-in-chief of the soup is that this thing is here, the newspaper has suffered a lot of pressure, and the manuscript should not be sent.
Keep things down! It is no wonder that only a small newspaper in a remote city, Wei Feng sneered.
"Tang editor, I know your difficulties." Wei Feng decided to break the net.
That manuscript is so good, so I am sure that once I have the corresponding platform, I will definitely make my career path bright.
If I don’t fight for it now, I am afraid that I will regret it for a lifetime.
Wei Feng has seen the "great world". He does not want to live in Haicheng for the rest of his life. He has children and children.
"If the newspaper suffers from the pressure that should not be borne by my manuscript, I would like to sincerely apologize." Wei Feng said indifferently: "But the ownership of this manuscript belongs to me, I think I will take it to it should go The place will never let these ugly things in society..."
As he said, his cell phone rang.
"This is not a lecture at the university. You said these words, no one listened. Please be quiet, take a look at the photos first." The editor-in-chief of the soup looked at Wei Feng coldly, his eyes like a knife.
Wei Feng stunned, photo? When I gave money to the informant, was I taken a photo? Did you take pictures when you received medical expenses?
He had a cold air on his back and turned the phone on.
The first photo shows the family members of the hospital at the entrance of the hospital. There are countless people around, and they are on the sidelines.
The second one, for a person holding a pennant, and the angle of photography is different, closer to a few points, the densely embroidered words on the banner can be seen very clearly.
They... Wei Feng is a cold heart.
I hope there is no third, and he is praying in his heart. But the photo is drawn to the left ~EbookFREE.me~ A picture in a dark corner appears in front of you.
The person in the picture is exactly the man with him and the rhubarb tooth tattoo.
The rhubarb tooth tattooed man held a red and shiny banknote in his hand and stuffed it into Wei Feng’s hand.
Seeing that Wei Fengzhen was on the spot, the soup master compiled the dice press release, and the girl’s face was smashed.
"Are you not going to resign? Go and roll, take your manuscript and get out!"
"It’s a shame, not collecting money, but leaving people with evidence!

"A good news, I want to withstand all kinds of pressure. You have to collect money! You still have the face to tell the truth about the news! Say freedom!"
"You don't want to take them to where you should go? Roll, now! Immediately! Right now! Their destination is the trash can, and you roll them into the trash!"
"Scum!"
Looking at the savvy and competent soup editor, I was angry, and a series of swearing swear words could not stop it.
Wei Feng stood in the press release of the snowflake and flew in the face.
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City hospital, emergency ward.
Zheng Ren is reading a book, Chang Yue is writing a medical record, and Su Yun is sitting behind Zheng Ren and playing with his mobile phone.
On average, every half an hour of tetanus-infected patients, Zheng Ren will patrol a circle.
With the input of tetanus antitoxin, the patient's symptoms did not improve significantly, but did not progress.
As long as there is no progress, it proves that the drug has worked, which is a good thing.
Half an hour passed, and Zheng Ren stood up again, ready to go to the ward.
"Zheng Zong, don't you wear a mask?" Su Yun asked behind Zheng Ren.
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A new day, ask for a referral, thank you ~~~