After listening to Song Siyuan's statement, Yi Jianghong sighed, as if complaining that she didn't understand the meaning of his words:
"Siyuan, don't you know that there is a saying that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world?"
"If those people are big shots, do you want to make enemies of the Song family?"
"Uncle Yi and your parents are both alumni and close friends. Whether it's business or personal, I have to tell you certain truths."
Speaking of this, Yi Jianghong stood up and pulled up the blinds behind him. The office, which had been bright and clean just now, was now completely immersed in darkness, with only a desk lamp illuminating the desk.
Song Siyuan discovered that Yi Jianghong's face was hidden behind the desk lamp. Under the elegant appearance, there was obviously a more mysterious soul hidden.
"Uncle Yi, what exactly do you want to say, so mysterious?"
Yi Jianghong said slowly in the darkness:
"I remember telling you before that this kind of explosive news related to the previous government would be communicated to the industry in advance, and either followed up at the same time or published exclusively, but you have to bear the consequences yourself.
"Do you think your uncle and I are afraid of death?"
Song Siyuan was completely attracted by his words, her dark eyes reflected the light, and the light of curiosity flickered faintly!
Yi Jianghong shook his head:
"I mentioned it to my colleagues at the Qimin Literary Society's tea party, but my colleagues were obviously unwilling to wade into troubled waters. Forget it if it was just Guanwai Minbao. Even the Western Far East Gazette did not plan to follow up. It shows that the Tang Dianrong incident is very mysterious and involves more than just the previous dynasty."
"Later, someone with a discerning eye pointed it out to me, and I realized what was going on!"
Yi Jianghong's breathing became rapid and he seemed nervous. He carefully explained his guess to Song Siyuan:
"This kind of explosive news will always be followed up according to the tone of major newspapers and periodicals. If they explicitly reject it, there are only two possible situations!"
"First, someone has put pressure on major newspapers and magazines through various relationships. For the safety of the newspaper, they chose to compromise and not follow up. Second, after all, this Wu Coffin Town involves secrets from the previous dynasty. If anyone Big names still have influence on today's newspaper industry and may never sit idly by."
"That's what Uncle Yi said. All of these situations are possible. If we insist on publishing the news about Tang Dianrong, it will be a problem whether the newspaper can continue to operate."
At this point, Song Siyuan has understood Yi Jianghong's true thoughts. It seems that he is determined to cancel the Tang Dianrong News feature.
"In the past few days, just go back and adjust your mood. Maybe after a while, there will be bigger news waiting for you."
Song Siyuan forced a smile, opened the office door and walked out. Seeing her like this, Yue Guanchao knew that things would turn around very little, and it was probably a done deal.
"Let's go~"
Back in the car, Yue Guanchao still wanted to ask clearly: "Ms. Song, the news about Tang Dianrong, judging from your face, I guess it's hard to tell."
Song Siyuan nodded and looked back at the two of them:
"Uncle Yi said that there is resistance to promoting the Tang Dianrong topic. I am afraid that someone is hindering us behind the scenes. I just don't know that a bandit who has disappeared for more than 20 years really has that much energy to influence today's newspaper industry?"
Song Siyuan couldn't understand this question, and the Yue brothers were even more confused.
"Let's go back to Song's house first and then go to Futang class tomorrow."
Along the way, Song Siyuan was always depressed. When she returned to Song's house, she took Yue Guanchao and the others into the study.
When Uncle Song saw them coming back, he greeted them from afar.
"Miss, did the person watching the troupe say something for us?"
"Why are you answering now? Didn't I ask them to watch in Futang Courtyard!"
Song Siyuan nodded: "Forget it, I'm here now, let's listen to what he wants to say."
Outside the hospital, a strong man wearing a black mandarin jacket and a black scarf stepped into the threshold. When he saw Song Siyuan, he immediately raised his hands and clasped his fists:
"Miss, the situation has changed!"
"Boss Xian of Futang Yuan finished singing a piece of the opera and followed the theater leader Lou Wenliang out of the troupe. Our people asked the theater attendants and it seems that they went to Jinmen."
Song Siyuan heard this and slumped down on the chair:
"I have known for a long time that they have a schedule in Tianjin. I heard from the market that they are going to Tianjin to shoot an opera movie, but isn't it the day after tomorrow? Why are they so early in advance!"
"This, I don't know!"
Song Siyuan looked at the man in black: "I understand, you can't scare the enemy away, and you won't get any useful information, so go down first."
"yes!"
These smooth instructions made Yue Guanhai stunned for a moment. He stared at the beautiful girl in front of him and felt that she was particularly cool and neat.
"Sister Siyuan, I look at you just like Mu Guiying!"
As soon as these words came out, Song Siyuan burst into laughter, and the depression and worry accumulated in the afternoon disappeared!
However, the problem she faced was still unresolved. Even if she didn't want to become famous, she still had to let everyone in the world know about Tang Dianrong's beastly behavior in Wu Coffin Town.
