Cars roared through the streets.
Song Siyuan's car parked on Bell Tower South Street, and Yue Guanchao didn't know where it was. The two brothers could only follow the owner and rush forward.
When they approached a four- to five-story department store and saw the "Fengtian Times" sign hanging on a light box outside the building, everything became clear.
The old elevator with its grille rattled slowly and gradually ascended to the fifth floor.
Song Siyuan angrily pushed open the door of the newspaper office. This vigorous and resolute momentum made her colleagues glance at her and whisper to each other.
She angrily walked over countless desks and knocked on the door marked "Editor-in-Chief's Office"!
"Come in!"
Hearing the answer from someone in the office, Song Siyuan opened the door and asked straight to the point:
"Chief Editor, why did you reject my feature and didn't even give me a chance to publish a single article!"
Compared to Song Siyuan's sharp tongue, her voice seems broad and elegant:
"Haha, since you are here, Uncle Yi will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."
With one word, Song Siyuan's anger was extinguished. After she calmed down, she realized that she had lost her composure just now, and Yue Guanchao had seen it all.
Her cheeks turned red and she looked at Yue Guanchao. The man pretended that nothing happened, as if he was watching a good show.
"You two sit on the sofa and wait until I finish talking."
Yue Guanchao nodded and took his brother to sit on the sofa chair next to the editor-in-chief's office.
Squeak, the office door closed, and the sounds inside became hazy and could no longer be heard clearly.
Song Siyuan sat on the sofa in front of the desk and looked at Yi Jianghong who was writing at the desk. He didn't seem to be anxious at all and acted calmly.
"Uncle Yi, I remember when I submitted this topic, you praised my news for its value. I just finished writing the article. Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
"Don't you think you mean what you say?"
The Fengtian Times has always been based on the purpose of "enlightening people's wisdom and daring to be the first in the world". Over the past ten years, it has published sharp, objective and true articles, which are deeply loved by intellectuals. It is the only private newspaper that can compete with the Western "Far East Gazette" !
Now, the editor-in-chief Yi Jianghong has removed a major social news that has only happened once in decades. She cannot understand it at all!
"Haha, look at you, you are usually gentle and gentle, but when something happens, you become hot-tempered."
Editor-in-Chief Yi still didn't get angry. She was like punching cotton, unable to elicit the slightest reaction.
"Come on, come on, have a sip of tea and feel better~"
Editor-in-chief Yi picked up the rosewood tea tray, poured a cup of tea and pushed it to her. Song Siyuan also wanted to know the reason, took the tea and drank it slowly.
"I know what you mean. You want to make a special feature about Tang Dianrong so that you can become famous in the domestic journalist community and become a famous writer, right?"
Song Siyuan opened her mouth, wanting to refute but couldn't.
She had to admit that she was willing to take the risk in Witch Coffin Town because she wanted to take this step. If not, there was no need for her to take risks herself and almost die in the wild mountain.
"Do you think I'm particularly utilitarian?"
Seeing Yi Jianghong's calm face, Song Siyuan couldn't guess what he was thinking.
Yi Jianghong put down his teacup:
"Indeed, but any reporter who engages in journalism wants to remain unknown for the rest of his life. This is excusable and cannot be said to be utilitarian."
"But do you remember this sentence?"
"When we deal with news, we must keep the truth from the false and seek verification when in doubt."
Song Siyuan's eyes widened: "Of course I remember."
Yi Jianghong nodded slowly and looked at her with an elegant face:
"I remember that you just came back from abroad. Uncle Yi said this on your first day at work. These words were just to make you make progress and not to waste your time."
"Uncle Yi has another message for you today."
"What?"
Song Siyuan wanted to know, what could be more important than truly recording news events!
"Journalists are doing news first, and protecting their own safety is the first priority. It is valuable to risk one's life, but you are still young, so why bother to ruin your future!"
As soon as these words came out, Song Siyuan immediately realized the deep meaning of Yi Jianghong's words:
"Uncle Yi, what you are saying is that if I insist on doing this news, my life will be in danger."
"I didn't say that, I just advised you not to be so desperate."
No matter how stupid Song Siyuan is, she understands that if the news about Tang Dianrong is denied, someone is definitely behind it. She thinks of the blank file she found before leaving, and can't help but feel chills running down her back.
She decided to take a gamble, even if it wasn't for her own fame and fortune, she still had to seek justice for the people of Wu Coffin Town:
"What if I have to publish this report? With your influence in the industry, it's impossible that you can't do anything, right?"
Yi Jianghong coughed a few times to cover up his panic:
"Siyuan, although your Uncle Yi is the leader of the Eastern Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the president of Qimin Literary Society, he cannot cover the sky with one hand. It is true that Fengtian Times is a private publication, but people have to bow their heads under the eaves. I just Editor-in-Chief, you still need to listen to other people’s opinions.”
Song Siyuan seemed to understand something. She leaned into Yi Jianghong's ear and whispered, "Are you being threatened? We can report it to the police station and see if they dare to threaten the newspaper."
