death of hope

Chapter 296 "Corporate Warrior" (212) Hotel Lobby

if you love her,
Take her to Brinos Alice, here is heaven,

if you hate her,
Bring her to Buenos Aires, it's hell.

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The majestic July 16th main line, [-] lanes with no traffic jams,
Passionate tango steps, exquisite and graceful Latin mixed-race beauty,
Fat and juicy steaks, the crowded stadium of Boca Juniors, the [-]-meter-high bronze statue of Maradona, the screams of the fans...

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Tourists, don't have too much fun and get carried away.

In downtown, don't be fooled by the tears of ghetto kids, gangsters are holding guns, waiting to drink the blood of out-of-towners and have your kidneys ripped off.

Buenos Aires holds numerous exhibitions and conferences every year,
When I first arrived here, I sighed, there are so many colleagues, reporters, editors, bloggers, self-media people...

Wearing a photography vest, wearing an invitation card, dealing with errands, sleepy.

In the venue, the speaker had a dull expression and read a speech that was not nutritious.

Official language, nonsense, lies, car wheel talk, I left after listening to it for half an hour,
I write news, not trash.

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The rich and powerful guys negotiate business in the secret meeting room of the luxury hotel,
I got a military grade Mosquito drone off the black market and what I saw and heard was shocking,
Well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, wearing perfume and drinking champagne, discussing the most cruel and vicious things in the world.

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I uploaded all the video and audio, it will be a blast news,

Soon, angry netizens learned the truth,

Exposing how federal prosecutors accept bribes, exposing how financial giants operate in violation of regulations, how to fool and harvest retail investors,
My friend said, I am courting death.

Ha, that's right, it's worse than the rotten world. If you don't get along with others, you're a fool.

It's fine to eat a meal, they all think so,
No one cares about the conscience of media people, no one remembers the vows they made when they graduated from Media University,

The students forgot, but I still remember.

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Flowers or cow dung, applause or saliva, money or a cage, great sailors never have a difficult choice,
Truth is the life of the media,
Morality props up my spine,

I will defend to the death the honor of journalists,

Breaking through the shackles of public opinion, scorning, threatening and insulting,
Without hesitation, step into the road of thorns.

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Farewell, Buenos Aires.

I tore up the anonymous warning letter that the writer claimed was an ultimatum to me, what arrogance,
Thought I'd back off,
Turn on the computer, publish an article,
The revelation this time is definitely strong enough for them to drink a pot,
I have sought justice for retail investors, but who will protect me?

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Finally, they stopped sending threatening letters,

One night, someone put a blood-stained white rose and a dead fish wrapped in lotus leaves by the door of my room.

The hotel waiter looked at me like he was looking at a dead person.

In order to protect myself, the newspaper fired me, and more than 100 contacts blocked me.

I don't blame them, they just want to live.

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My mind is full now, when will the killer come?
Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow,
what method will they use,
Dagger, poison, or pistol?
At this moment, the antique gramophone at the front desk uttered the melodious singing of the era of black and white movies,

Argentina, don't weep for me.

——Former editor-in-chief of Glorious Pravda
Rong Ning
1973, Thanksgiving,
Hotel lobby, essay.

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In the magnificent hotel lobby, the colorful lights accompanied by the mist in the fountain caused the children to scream.

"This guy is really not afraid of death, I admire it." Lodayev closed the thick hotel guest book and let out a long breath.

"What are you looking at, Darling?" Wang Hongye hugged him from behind.

"The hotel guestbook, this thickness should be called a guestbook."

"You watched it for a long time."

"I've found something marvelous, my dear."

"Haha, is it a small H article written by someone?"

"It's more exciting than that."

Lodayev handed out the guest book: "Take it, it is very heavy, with thousands of pages, and there are essays and comments from tourists in the past 50 years. Look at page 1791."

Wang Hongye was calm at first, then her breathing became rapid, and she touched the corner of her eyes when she saw the end:

"I'm touched. It's hard to imagine that this kind of article can be preserved for more than ten years. It stands to reason that it should have been torn up long ago."

"As you can see, the guestbook is too thick, most of it is someone visiting here, someone loves XX and other trash talk,

No one read it all the time, so I opened it when I was really bored. You said it was a coincidence, and I just saw this article, which directly solved the old case. "

"acquaintance?"

"Not at all, the relationship is far away."

"Tell me, it's boring to be idle."

"Ronning Sistropovich, a famous media person, editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

Back then, this guy was my sister's best friend, Miss Sugarezova's second boyfriend,

He was found dead in the bathtub of the hotel 12 years ago. Someone kicked open the bathroom door and shot him with bullets. His skull was smashed and the foam was dyed red. The media described it as the death of Marat. "

"and then?"

Lodayev spread his hands: "What else can I do, Buenos Aires is a capital-controlled city, private security has replaced the federal police force, and writing revelations on other people's land signs, exposing people's shortcomings, isn't it courting death. "

Wang Hongye's eyes widened in shock; "Excuse me? Such a big hotel, just kill people like this?"

"Hmm, the owner of the hotel is one of their own, and the monitoring records happened to be 'corrupted'. No one has seen the killer, so nothing happened in the end."

"This is too outrageous! The reporter who broke the news during the stock market crash was obviously done by the short-legged financial tycoon Nock!" Wang Hongye said indignantly:
"My father is also speculating in stocks following the trend. The retail investors have been harvested too badly. The martial arts gym was almost mortgaged, which made me have no money to buy snacks for several years.

I hung a portrait of the short-legged Nock in my bedroom and used it to practice throwing knives, and the witchcraft worked, and he died of old age before long. "

"It's a pity that the villain got a good death. Everyone knew who the murderer was, but he couldn't produce any evidence. Thousands of stockholders jumped off the building. The fat old man should be hanged."

Mehmadi said; "When I first came, I thought the city was beautiful. Now, it feels a little disgusting...the dirt is there...it's no different from other places."

"Cities are not dirty, but people are dirty."

"Ding dong!" There was a pleasant electric bell.

The two big men squeezed out of the elevator with difficulty. Sigurd Lifa wanted to hold the big rough hand. Lynch was the kind of person who couldn't express his love in public. He gently pushed the hand away, but was caught He clenched his fingers fiercely, and had to obediently be led by her as he walked over.

"Haha, look at those two, it's so funny."

"The clothes are all reversed, and I don't know what to do this afternoon."

"I bet 1000 yuan, the boss will be squeezed into a mummy by that bitch sooner or later, you can see that he is so tired and thin."

"Just be envious, be sour, Shaft, people just look down on you."

"Shut up, bearded man, the boss relies on me the most now."

Everyone gathered at a bar in the corner of the hotel lobby, and ordered drinks and desserts casually, all of which were charged to the company's account.

Sigurdriefa and Wang Hongye ordered a bunch of chocolate mousse, rolled up their sleeves, picked up a spoon and started working.

Shaft said in a low voice; "These two disgraceful girls can't get enough of free food."

Wang Hongye wiped the cream on her lips: "It's up to you! You don't know if you don't eat for nothing!"

"Eat it! You can make it with strength! Sooner or later you will become a fat woman!"

Lodayev chatted with Mehmadi about the article he saw in the guest book of the hotel,

This caught Lynch's attention: "Editor Rong Ning? That upright media person!" He looked at Shaft again, and the other party immediately understood.

"Understood, boss, I will go to the dark web to search for the editor's deleted information, which may help the investigation of the Pandora tragedy."

"Thank you, Xiaoxia."

"Don't just thank me, introduce me to the beautiful officer, you have promised me for a long time, boss."

"Hahaha!" Lynch laughed terribly, and the bartender took a step back in fright:
"Xiao Xia, all the female officers I know can be your aunts."

"Age is a number, as long as you are hot enough"

Lodayev wanted to get out of the hotel to get some air, and Mehmadi also wanted to visit the local church. Both of them were politely stopped by a giant man in a suit and sunglasses at the door.

"Sorry to stop, gentlemen, we have been told that some of your McMillan employees are not allowed to leave the hotel."

"This is a prison! Do you want to lock us up?" Lodayev yelled at the security guard after drinking, and sprayed him in the face.

The other party didn't have any waves on his face, and said in a gentle tone:
"I'm sorry, sir, this is my job. I cherish it very much and use it to support my wife and children. Please don't make it difficult. If you have any requirements, you can contact the floor housekeeper. We will serve you wholeheartedly."

Youdao said that he would not hit the smiling face with his hand, but Lodayev was so flustered that he stopped making things difficult, complained a few words, and took Wang Hongye's hand to go back to the room.

At this time, there was agitation outside the crystal glass revolving door, click click click, the sound of the camera shutter being pressed, countless flashing lights, the security guard just now suddenly stood upright.

An elongated black "Bracken" bulletproof car was parked at the door, and the escort vehicles at the front and rear turned out to be armored vehicles and light tanks. The door opened, and the people who got out of the car were immediately protected in the middle by dozens of burly men. Security guards pushed and shoved reporters to clear the way.

"I'll go! Who is this? The federal senator doesn't have such style."

"Our boss is here." Lynch wiped the rum from the corner of his mouth and said.

(End of this chapter)