Gossip King

The fat man almost yelled, bounced, and his whole body was rippling with excitement. He threw himself on the table, swept the phones aside, and spread the map on the table.

He was hungry for more than ten days and saw a bun without dripping water. His eyes were about to fall out, and he stretched out his fat hand and slammed the place marked by the old red pen.

Boom, boom, knock on the table.

East port.

The fat man is a professional reporter and has been working for so long, so he guessed it.

"Donggang? The Caesars Group has a warehouse in Donggang. Why, did it happen?!" The fat man's saliva sprayed with a cold face.

Full of excitement.

"Fuck! This year's Tao Fen Award is ours!" The fat man jumped onto the table, sat down, and slapped the table violently.

The Taofen Award is the largest journalism award set by the Empire. Doesn't sound good, dung award...

The name sounds bad, but this award is what every journalist wants. This is the supreme award for journalism in the imperial capital.

Of course, if you have won the Taofen Award, this bonus needless to say, the state awards the provincial award, the province awards the city award, the city awards the district award, the district awards, the company award.

Even the sub-district offices have to put up a banner and praise it.

This is just a place where Gao Leng works. His hometown will also get some hometown awards.

Although the original owner Gao Leng works in Beijing, he is not a local. Naturally, he was awarded the city award in Shandong Province, the city award in the district, and the district office in the district.

In short, it will be publicized.

Worthy of reward is one aspect, naturally it is not so simple.

To put it bluntly, this can be regarded as a political achievement, and everyone wants to get some light.

"Last time, I knew that Lao Zhang. I have worked for most of my life, and finally won the Taofen Award. I got it! Everbright awards are only a few million. That's not even counted. Going to major colleges and universities to give lectures, the money is enough for him. Beijing bought a house."

As long as all colleges and universities with a journalism department are famous and capable, they will pay a lot of money to invite Taofen Award reporters to give lectures. This is a way to improve the grade and reputation of the school. This is why the more famous colleges and universities, the more high-grade lectures. More, and the more students learn.

This is all money.

"There are too many schools inviting him to give lectures, and people are dragging their relationship to beg, which is really cool! Those student girls in the audience are called worship! The point is that this money is one aspect, this is an honor! The supreme honor in the journalist circle! People are not journalists now, and they are directly in the propaganda department. They are relaxed but high-ranking officials!" The fat man ran into a halazi with a look of longing: "If I win the Taofen Award, I will continue to be a reporter. , With this status, how many big shots beg me for an interview!"

Honor and money often come together.

And when honor and money appear, there are endless opportunities and status.

It is said that a reporter only needs one report to eat for a lifetime, and this is the reason.

Not to mention those stars who sing for a lifetime. Although there is no national award, they can go around and give lectures in colleges and universities.

Although the fat man didn't know what he had photographed, the scandal broke out in a company as large as Caesars, and it is no wonder that the empire pays special attention to food safety.

"Which is so easy, a little bit is not enough," Gao Leng said lightly when he saw the fat man's excitement, like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the fat man's imagination.

"Not enough..." The fat man was a little disappointed when he heard that he was young and had nothing to do with the city. He put everything on his face, and he was frustrated. After he picked up the map and looked at it, he immediately cheered up again, like a chicken blood. Generally speaking, waving his fist and saying: "It's not enough, we will continue to work hard! I'll do it with you, and run!"

Fatty has an innate optimistic spirit. This kind of spirit is doing nothing before he is cold. Anyway, I have a background, no one will open me, and I can't die when I play every day. But after doing things with Gao Leng, his optimistic spirit is manifested as a kind of self-confidence. He believes from his bones that he can achieve success by working hard with Gao Leng.

This kind of self-confidence, in Gao Leng's view, is rare.

After all, there are not many subordinates who trust their superiors.

Gao sneered and handed the map to the fat man: "You have a wide network of people. You can find someone to check the road control at this point. It is estimated that you will be the only one in our team. Check the road control and see if you can find our car. Our car passed by on the road control, erase it."

Lao Diao listened, slapped his head, and sighed inwardly that he was still cold and meticulous.

If this way is found, it would be a big trouble.

"Take out all your contacts, remember, you must be safe." Gao Leng pointed to the time hanging on the wall: "Within half an hour."

The old man heard: "Fat man, can... can it be done?"

Lao Diao is a bit unfounded, after all, this is difficult.

It's just that, in the middle of the night, the road control has to be erased. After all, this is an illegal operation. It is no better than preparing in advance. It's not easy to know the right and strict people. What's more, the high-cold road spans several districts, and the road control management personnel in each district are different.

Not to mention it's midnight, even if you want to find someone during the day, you have to work hard.

"Hehe, simple." The fat man smiled and patted his chest: "As a member of the army compound, I don't have any other hobbies on weekdays, so I make friends everywhere, and wait."

Fatty was born in a military compound. The friends around him are all political officials. Although they are not high-ranking officials, they have a very wide network of contacts. In addition, he loves to make friends. He doesn’t like to read books when he is studying. I went, I didn't work when I was working, and I went away with my friends.

This time, the friends he made came in handy.

The so-called three religions and nine currents all have connections. Although the fat man's connections are not as good as the high-end people, but the ordinary politician has the most connections, and no one in Xingsheng dare to say that he has the most connections.

"I'll go out and make a few phone calls." The fat man said, hurried out the door, his face was still ambiguous, needless to say, there are probably a lot of his beauty in this network.

"Boss, don't you call President Li? There is almost no time." The old man couldn't help but ask when seeing the time pass.

Gao Leng shook his head: "Things are not as simple as you think. I have to implement some things."

Twenty minutes later, the fat man broke into the door with a look of horror. He went directly to the table and picked up the map and looked at it again. He said to the phone, "I didn't say, Brother Cao, this is the route, what?!!! No Probably?!"

The fat man looked at Gao Leng again in disbelief. After hanging up the phone, he didn't recover for a long time. After a long time, he asked, "Boss, this... Did you offend someone, or did you invite some big Buddha? Isn't it? This route! This..."