Days to Return to the Goddess

In half a day, Chen Wenzhou handed over Qin Shao’s approval for his transfer to Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu glanced at Qin Shao’s resume. He was 27 years old this year, majoring in journalism at Xiamen University, and went through several program groups on the Starlight Channel. Issue a press card.

The press card is rare, but this Qin Shao has a really tough temper. If he doesn't get the press card, he won't give up. He can't get it in one year, but it took four years to get it.

In the afternoon, Chen Wenzhou’s reply came to Jiang Yu, and the editor-in-chief Zhao of the evening news immediately called Jiang Yu.

Editor Zhao's tone on the phone was not very good.

"Anchor Jiang, the NPC you want my evening news can tell me, we are all colleagues, what can't be discussed? But what's the matter with you crossing me to find Director Chen? Do you believe me or want to use Chen? Coming to press me as the director?"

Jiang Yu smiled while holding his mobile phone: "Editor Zhao, you have misunderstood. I contacted you this morning, but at that time, the staff of your program group said that you were not in the program group, and my data was in a hurry, so I found Director Chen Wenzhou."

"What news can't wait for a while?"

Of course, this news can be waited, but what Jiang Yu can't wait is that Editor-in-Chief Zhao has delayed it again and again.

"Qin Shao has a piece of news, but I heard him say that your evening news is not allowed to broadcast, saying that it is sensitive to the content? I think since the content is sensitive, it is better to come to me, maybe I can think of a way, you know, I The program here is so busy that it won't be delayed for a while."

Editor Zhao sneered on the phone, "Anchor Jiang, I’m so sorry. I didn’t let Qin Shao’s news be broadcasted, but I’m waiting for an opportunity to broadcast. Now Qin Shao is still my evening news person, so his news naturally belongs to Our evening news, anchor Jiang, I’m afraid we can’t go."

"Wait for a moment? I don't know what the timing editor Zhao said?"

Editor Zhao was silent for a moment and said: "The anniversary of the earthquake."

"Anniversary?" Jiang Yu laughed immediately. "Is Editor Zhao kidding? What month is it now, and what month is the anniversary? Are you going to wait until five months before broadcasting?"

"I have my own plan, so I don't have to worry about anchor Jiang."

Jiang Yu was not polite. From the very beginning when she returned to Taiwan, she was very suspicious of Editor Zhao's professionalism and capacity, and the facts have indeed proved that Editor-in-Chief Zhao is not good enough, not to be professional.

"Okay, since Editor Zhao said so, then I’m not welcome. Director Chen Wenzhou personally approved the content. Qin Shao will come to my "Truth Weekly" program team tomorrow to help us complete the program. I will remind Editor Zhao in advance. Lest you find people all over the world tomorrow."

After speaking, Jiang Yu hung up the phone first.

Regarding the seniors of Starlight Terrace, Jiang Yu has always held respect, but the respect should not be his age, but his cultivation and professionalism.

In Editor-in-Chief Zhao, Jiang Yu could not see anything worthy of her respect.

There was a knock on the door, "Anchor Jiang, someone named Qin Shao came to our program group and said you were looking for him?"

Jiang Yu nodded, "Yes, I'm looking for him, you can let him in."

"Ok."

Before long, a man was added to the office.

Qin Shao sat opposite Jiang Yu and looked at Jiang Yu's eyes without stage fright.

Jiang Yu also quietly took a look at the man in front of him. Compared with the staff in the "Truth Weekly" program group, this Qin Shao became more and more uncut.

In fact, it is sloppy.

His beard was not shaved, his beard spread from the roots of his ears to his chin, and the dark circles under his eyes were particularly noticeable. Judging from his skin and mental state, Jiang Yu concluded that he should have not slept for a few days.

Qin Shao also seemed to think that there was something wrong with his appearance, but he didn't feel that there was any problem at all. The eyes that looked directly at Jiang Yu were still sharp. He handed all the information he brought to Jiang Yu, "Anchor Jiang, these are My findings."

The thick stack, every photo, and the content printed on every piece of paper is the result of Qin Shao's hard work over the past year.

Jiang Yu couldn't help but constricted his eyebrows, "These are the results of your investigation for a year?"

Qin Shao nodded.

"I'm very curious, why did Editor Zhao deduct the news content obtained from these investigations?"

Qin Shao blinked. His upper and lower eyelashes were very long and very dark. They were rooted in the eyelids, and looked like they had drawn eyeliner.

"Content sensitive."

"Sensitive?" Jiang Yu asked again, "What is sensitive?"

Qin Shao shook his head, "I don't know."

Jiang Yu condensed his eyebrows, and when he was about to speak, Qin Shao seemed to see what Jiang Yu wanted to say, "Anchor Jiang, in fact, this is not the first time this happened. It's not just me. There are many investigative reporters in the station who are working hard to get it. The truth that arrived was suppressed and not allowed to broadcast."

"Not allowed to broadcast?"

"The content is sensitive," Qin Shao said: "Not everyone has your influence. We are just small reporters. Investigation is my responsibility, but whether it can be broadcast in the end is in the hands of the editor and director."

Jiang Yu also knows that the status quo of reporters is not easy to survive, but Jiang Yu can also say that compared to the conditions of reporters' survival eight years later, reporters today are not that difficult.

Eight years later, the news industry has entered a period of decline, and there are only a handful of media that dare to tell the truth and report.

Jiang Yu nodded, "I just talked to your editor Zhao on the phone, and he is very dissatisfied with the fact that I leapfrogged you to temporarily transfer you to Truth Weekly," Jiang Yu laughed, "I and Liang Zi, editor in chief, are a knot. It’s down, and you... should be considered a disaster to Chiyu. I’m afraid it’s not easy for you to return to the evening news, so I want to hear your opinion."

"My point of view?"

"That's it. From the beginning of the "Truth Weekly" program group to the present, the members of the program group are all novices. After a few months of use, although the ability has indeed improved, there are few who can provoke the leader. I have seen you I want to invite you to join our "Truth Weekly" program group. What do you think?"

Qin Shao is a good seedling, a good seedling, Jiang Yu would not like to see him drowning in a sewage pond.

Jiang Yu knows exactly how difficult it is for investigating reporters.

After a year-long investigation of Qin Shao's charity issue, Jiang Yu would not easily abandon him and let him go back to the evening news.

Qin Shao blinked quickly, and his eyes seemed to be incredibly shocked, "Me? Join your "Truth Weekly" program group?"

Jiang Yu smiled and said, "I don't know if we have this honor."

"me……"

"Of course, you can think about it again. I don’t force you to make a decision now. After all, you have been working on the evening news for almost a year. I can understand how to say that you have feelings for that. Let’s go ahead. Cooperate to complete this program. If you are interested in my "Truth Weekly" program, we will talk about it later. If you are not interested, you can also choose to leave."

Qin Shao's eyes were not so sharp at this time, and he even slightly avoided Jiang Yu's smiling eyes, and set his eyes on the information he found on the table.

Jiang Yu opened up the pile of information. "The reporters of our program team also investigated that there was a problem with some of the donations of Huaxin Charity last year, and what you investigated was the lack of earthquake supplies in the previous years of Huaxin Charity..."

When the heavy information was opened, Jiang Yu turned page after page. The pictures taken by Qin Shao were regrettable.

Not only daily necessities, but also some rescue equipment, also rotted in the warehouse.

"Where did you take these pictures?"

Speaking of these photos, Qin Shao Shen Sheng said: "These photos were found in the warehouse of the rescue point in Sichuan. Through investigation, I learned that these materials were indeed donated by Huaxin Charity, and," Qin Shao said: "The shelf life of these foods is, It expired before the earthquake."

"Expired!" Jiang Yu looked up at him.

Qin Shao took all those photos, turned over one of them and handed it to Jiang Yu, "This is the production date on the food packaging bag."

"April 2008?"

"Yes, I have checked it roughly. Most of them are expired in April, but there are also products that expired in July 2008. However, in any case, how can these expired foods and those that will expire soon be shipped to the disaster area as charity? ?"

Jiang Yu took a closer look at the production date and expiration date in the photo. The more he looked at it, the anger in his eyes grew stronger.

Two years ago, Jiang Yu did not participate in the earthquake. At that time, Jiang Yan was still in her infancy and needed her care, and she was also at the center of depression. She did not have much energy to pay attention to all news and real-time.

"Also, the quality of these rescue equipment is not good at all!" A trace of anger appeared on Qin Shao's face. "The manufacturer is not a formal manufacturer at all. I have inquired about it. Now this manufacturer is still selling. The price is more than twice as low as the market price! But fortunately these food and rescue equipment were not shipped to the disaster area, otherwise, the Huaxin Charity will be to blame! I think this is probably one of the reasons why it was not shipped to the disaster area. ."

"The earthquake disaster was serious at the time. There were countless materials and chaos shipped to the earthquake-stricken areas across the country. In fact, these materials and equipment may not cause too much attention. After all, the most important thing at the time was the disaster." Jiang Yu meditated, "Satisfaction Private pocket..."

"Anchor Jiang means...?"

Jiang Yu was just speculation, and there was no clear evidence. After a moment of silence, he said: "Qin Shao, these materials will be left here, I will take a closer look, please work in our program team for a few days."

Qin Shao was startled, then nodded, "No problem."