I make a thriller, it's God chasing and feeding

Chapter 307 [This person looks familiar]

"I almost took a special plane to find you!"

After getting in the car, Lu Zhengyi had just dialed the number of Taoist Master Guanshan when he heard his angry voice, "Next time after you say such scary things, can you put your phone next to you?"

"Let it go, it's because you haven't replied to the message. I thought you didn't see it." Lu Zhengyi replied pretendingly, "So, what do you think about this matter? I have reported it to you. .”

As he said that, he glanced at Zhang Xueming on the passenger seat.

Because the speaker was on, she could hear it from the side.

Regarding the conversation between the two, she had a smile in her eyes and seemed less nervous.

"Do you call this a report? You call this a notification!" Taoist Guanshan replied angrily, "I really haven't paid attention to your affairs recently. It was only after you sent me a message that I learned about it online."

As he spoke, he paused and his tone softened, "Are you... okay?"

"Those people really went too far."

"If you need an explanation here, I...will try my best to cooperate."

Taoist Guanshan didn't say anything, just forget it.

He also knew Zhang Yu.

Although the two of them were not that familiar or had such a deep friendship, he had an impression in his heart that he was afraid of death.

The fat man was afraid of death.

They met when they were filming Two Eyes, and they were hiking together in the mountains. At first, he admired such an old fat man for going up the mountain with the team in order to make a movie.

But later, as soon as he reached the mountain, the man fell ill and became very weak.

At that time, he and Jason often chatted with him about things they had and didn't have.

But it's all about maintaining health. He is afraid of death, and he is very afraid.

Taoist Guanshan knew about Zhang Yu's death, but he was not present to participate. However, he could foresee how scared the fat man must be before he died.

Such a person who is afraid of death has to be pulled out and beaten after death.

There is no big deal before life and death.

He also felt that the media was a bit excessive.

"I'm fine, but Zhang Yu's family is a little angry that he is still being marketed after his death."

Lu Zhengyi replied helplessly, "Especially his wife and son, they call me from time to time and want us to contact these media and make an appointment to make it clear to everyone in person."

"The tone of their words was quite bad. I was afraid that we might get into a fight when we met, so I rejected them and comforted them by saying that we would be responsible for handling it."

"Mainly for this kind of thing, you can't find the person involved."

Just like the sudden death of Wang Xiaoxu, who should be held accountable?

company? The person who wrote the article? Or the reviewer?

There is no completely definite answer because there are too many people who can be defined as targets.

Even the principal is difficult to define.

"Understood, so how do you want to deal with it?"

Taoist Guanshan continued to ask, he just wanted to know this.

"Answers like respecting the dead, I think are too noble."

But Lu Zhengyi ignored him and ignored the important point, "I am a very selfish person, and Lao Zhang is my friend, so I hope that he can have a simpler ending after his death, instead of saying that he was killed." People speculate like this, even if... he is indeed not a good person and lustful, but there is no absolute saint in this world."

"Yes, yes, that's the truth."

Taoist Guanshan didn't want to hear this, he just wanted to know one thing.

That's how Lu Zhengyi plans to deal with this, the person who makes the news.

"You shouldn't...want to kill them, right?"

Thinking of Lu Zhengyi's feats in Heguo, and listening to his euphemistic words one after another, Taoist Guanshan's tone became serious, "It's not necessary, they just go to work. Small punishments are okay, but big punishments are definitely not allowed."

"That's not the case. I just want to scare them. You also know that I am a director." Lu Zhengyi smiled and replied, "Give them a show and scare them. That's okay."

"This, this can..."

Taoist Guanshan breathed a sigh of relief. Compared with killing everyone, this method was much lighter.

But when he thought about it suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

"No, what do you mean?"

Taoist Guanshan became serious again, "You should know that these matters are confidential matters for ordinary people."

"For those who accidentally get involved in special events, we will clear their memories of that day. If there is no way to deal with it, we will find a way to absorb them into the group, or review them regularly."

"But now, are you going to tell them the truth?"

Almost, almost got taken in.

"The truth? Not necessarily." Lu Zhengyi said in a different way, "Maybe they will also feel like it is a dream."

"No, you can use other methods, and we can all cooperate with you." Taoist Guanshan insisted, "But this won't work. There are more than 30 media outlets, with a total of thousands of people."

"Once word gets out, it's hard for us to cover it."

"Let's do this. I'll help you handle it. We will contact colleagues in other departments to coordinate so that the media here receive due punishment and warnings."

In today's era, there are fewer and fewer events related to spiritual practice, such as practitioners, spiritual beings, ghosts... I believe that in a few generations, everything will become a story, a true mythological story, rather than a mythical history. .

He doesn't know about other countries.

But here in China, each generation has recruited fewer and fewer disciples, because the ratio of those who have successfully embarked on the path of spiritual practice and those who have never reached it in their entire lives is constantly widening.

It's like they are cultivating mind and contemplating. There are so many disciples up and down, but he is the only one who has truly become a disciple.

Yes, there is only one.

As for the remaining people, some practiced for several years, woke up, went back down the mountain, got married, had children, and supported their parents.

Although some choose to persevere, it is more for the sake of peace and health...

The pain of this road does not lie in the process, but in the fact that you simply cannot see where the road ahead is.

Therefore, there is no need to make the truth public in their generation, so that more people can become people who embark on this road with longing and then leave with regrets.

What's more, if something like this is announced, the domestic environment will become extremely chaotic.

After all, there are so many fake masters even if they are not made public. If this is made public, there may be many ghosts, ghosts, snakes, or...heretical sects that will appear.

"But I have already given you two warnings." Lu Zhengyi still said cheerfully, with a very casual tone, "As a media that can report news, aren't two warnings enough?"

But the persistence in his words silenced Taoist Guanshan.

He knew Lu Zhengyi's level very well.

If there are disagreements and conflicts, the existing situation will be very troublesome.

"Then be stricter. Let's let these media have internal review and put an end to this kind of media people who only look at the popularity and not the opinions of the parties and the actual situation. What do you think? Director Lu."

Taoist Guanshan said in a consultative tone, "If you are willing, I can also let you become a member of this industry supervisor. Let's work together to create a green and harmonious media environment." "But shouldn't this be a matter of course? Is it true? Everyone can become a supervisor of the media industry, I remember a slogan said so."

Lu Zhengyi replied in a funny manner, saying that it is okay to say this in such a scene, and he can do it, "The media should provide the public with true, objective and credible information, instead of standing on a certain position and belittling and belittling for a certain degree of popularity. Accusing and judging individuals, isn’t it?”

"Only in this way can the public have trust in the media and rely on the media to obtain true and reliable information, rather than getting some content that a certain person or institution wants to spread to us."

"It's like, if you are a poor person or a rich person, or if you are a boy or a girl, when you open a short video or a long video, the news and reports provided by the media are biased towards your side, and It’s not about being objective.”

At this point, he paused, "Since everyone should be a supervisor, then I don't need to do any other work at all. I will just supervise as a member of the public."

"I just make a movie and people watch it. If people have opinions about the quality of my work, whether it's good or bad, I've accepted it, and I have no objection. But are they talking about the work now? Yes, It’s also a problem with the work, but it’s more related to the person, or to a person who just passed away.”

"Then as a member of the public, I definitely want to solve the problem. How to solve it, there are troubles and easy ways. I have tried the troublesome methods, but they didn't work, so now I am going to try the simple methods."

"Speaking of which, Taoist priest, do you know? I also encountered some things in Heguo."

"But compared to the troublesome option, I just chose the easy one."

Listening to his words, Zhang Xueming covered her mouth to prevent her laughter from being heard.

Is such a thing possible?

impossible.

After all, if the person who writes the news, the person who reviews the article, and the person who reads the article are in different positions, they may output three different contents to the public.

What Taoist Master Guanshan means is that he is more inclined to draw people into the review group. You have the final say on what content will be output at that time.

But Lu Zhengyi rejected this plan. The problem was not solved in this way.

"Let's take a step back."

Listening to the silence of Taoist Guanshan, Lu Zhengyi said helplessly, "There is a family who spoke particularly harshly. Not only did they attack Lao Zhang, they also started investigating his family and his son. I will handle it. You can handle the rest. Deal with it, is that okay?”

……

"Editor-in-Chief, is it really okay for us to write like this?"

The smaller the company, the lower the bottom line.

Although it is late at night,

But inside the office of Funny Network, the lights are still brightly lit.

The slogan 'Sleep on the floor today, be the boss tomorrow' is particularly eye-catching on the wall, but everyone's mood is not high.

After all, you are working overtime, who can be happy?

But soon, the quiet and depressing overtime atmosphere was broken by a voice.

A young man who was writing a manuscript looked at the documents on the computer. He stood up hesitantly and came to the editor's seat. He asked softly, "This report said that Zhang Yu's son was once a perpetrator of school violence, but we... …There is no evidence.”

"Why is there no evidence?"

The editor frowned, "As his classmate said, in a junior high school class, everyone is isolated. Isn't this a school violence?"

"Cold violence is also violence. Don't you find it hard to live alone for three years in junior high school?"

"The whole class was involved, and he must have had a hand in it."

"But there is not even a personal name in our Tan Feng recording. How to write this? I don't know whether the one who was violently raped is a man or a woman." The young man said in embarrassment, "Besides, if the one who was isolated, What should I do if he is Zhang Yu’s son?”

"How is it possible that the director's son is isolated? Does he have no money or status." The editor waved his hand, "Female, women are more likely to arouse sympathy, so I will write about... girls from poor families, because they are too poor. , was isolated by Zhang Yu’s son.”

"We have evidence, okay, there are recordings, anonymously provided by his classmates in junior high school."

"No matter what happens, if the report is wrong, we can just delete the news post."

"But……"

The young man was still a little hesitant, "Don't the people in the recent light and shadow plan to sue us? If you write like this, the company won't get into any lawsuits by then, right?"

He was afraid that if he wrote it down, he would be held responsible.

"That's why I only asked you to write, not publish."

The editor looked at him and said, "Now that we media have responded, if Guangying people don't show anything and are just paper tigers pretending, we will send out the news when the time comes."

"If they really have anything to rely on, we won't sue. As for prosecution, there are so many big companies and newspapers behind us. If they want to do it, they won't look down on us as a small family. If we do it, we will lose our position."

"And what are you afraid of? When something happens, I will be there to take care of it."

My head is still being held by the company.

Everyone is working part-time. The worst that can happen is that you quit your job and find another job. As long as you have the money, you can do whatever you want.

As for what happens to the company, it's none of his business.

Naturally, the editor-in-chief did not speak the last few sentences.

This kind of thing can't be said clearly. This is why young people who have just graduated will really regard the company as their home, for fear that they will make less money for the company, cause trouble, and the company will go bankrupt.

Is this something you, a small employee, should worry about?

As long as you can be like him, work for a few years, and have enough money, who will take the company seriously?

"Okay, then I'll go write it first."

Once he heard what the editor said was reasonable, the young man did not hesitate.

As for what trouble this manuscript will bring to the parties concerned after it is written.

It's none of my business. I'm just a part-time worker. I'll do whatever my boss says.

Everyone used various excuses to comfort themselves with peace of mind. They just posted the manuscript online anyway. As for the person involved, they may never have the opportunity to meet each other in this life, so how can they feel guilty?

But as he spoke, the editor suddenly felt a little cold.

"When you go back, please turn on the air conditioner. It's suddenly a little cold." He ordered the young man next to him, too lazy to move. "Just blow the air conditioner. Even if the electricity bill is paid by the company, you can't turn it on." Adjust the tone."

"Uncle, who are you looking for?"

At this moment, a strange voice suddenly came from the door, "How did you get in? This is a private office and outsiders are not allowed to enter."

"Hey, uncle, are you a relative of someone here?"

"It seems...it looks familiar."

"Can't he be the boss's father?"

The small discussion did not attract the editor's attention.

But the boss’s father? That is the great emperor!

The editor-in-chief, who was too lazy to get up and turn off the air conditioner, quickly stood up, stood up with a smile, and planned to rush over to serve.

But as soon as he got up, he saw the old man with a stooped body in the distance who looked extremely old, and he suddenly stopped.

This, this does look familiar.

At first reaction, the editor thought it looked familiar.

But soon, he remembered why it looked familiar.

Suddenly, his whole body, which was already cold, turned purple. He was suddenly stimulated, and a chill ran from his spine down his neck and straight to the back of his head.

At the same time, my pants felt a little wet unconsciously.

(End of this chapter)