Self-guided daily life after rebirth

There is no way.

To endure.

After entering the society, I knew that there were more and more things I couldn't get used to, but I couldn't help but yell when I saw the injustice - I wanted to have a good meal, I wanted to live, I wanted...

"Grass!"

There was a vague growl in Zhang Suiyue's throat, and he wanted to smash something, but he weighed the camera in his hand and remembered the price, and finally could only scratch his head irritably.

This dog day life.

He lowered his head wearily, looked at the trash can next to him, and felt deeply that he was no different from this trash can.

Then he turned his head, feeling hungry, so he thought about going to a small restaurant not far from the road to eat a bowl of noodles.

Suddenly, there was a crisp ringtone from the phone in his pocket.

He casually took out the old mobile phone that hadn't been replaced in three years from his pocket and looked at it. When he found that it was an unfamiliar number, he sighed listlessly and clicked to answer.

It should be a small citizen whom he sent a business card to before. What trivial matter is looking for him?

He thought, carelessly bringing the phone to his ear.

"Hey?"

He greets.

"Hello," the gentle and calm male voice over there also greeted, "Is this reporter Zhang Suiyue Zhang?"

"It's me, may I ask if you are..."

Zhang Suiyue asked a routine question.

But it was understated and perfunctory:

"Reporter Zhang, my identity is not important, what you should care about is the big news I bring you."

"Big news..."

Is it the wife of the widow Zhang at the head of the village screaming in the middle of the night, or the neighbor Lao Wang who has been missing frequently in recent days?

Zhang Suiyue became less and less interested.

Ninety-nine out of ten people who use big news as a gimmick turn out to be nothing more than a gimmick... A silver pewter gun head is not very useful.

So when he mentioned the big news, his heart didn't fluctuate, and he even wanted to eat a piece of braised chicken.

"Old Town, Beicheng Road—If you squat on the street this afternoon, there is a high probability that you will get big news."

"Ok?"

Zhang Suiyue frowned.

what is this?

I only gave him an address, and didn't even refine it to a specific number. Although the Beicheng Road in my memory is not too long, but if you want to squat at the street corner, you can squat the probability of getting big news...

Looking for a needle in a haystack?

So what kind of new prank is this?

He frowned, not angry, but patiently explained:

"Sir, I can't go to Beicheng Road to make big news just because of your empty words, you have to know..."

"So I'll give you some news you want."

The phone was hung up.

Zhang Suiyue put down the phone in a daze, looked at the string of strange numbers with a frown, and wondered if this person was out of his mind...

But the phone beeped the text message again.

He subconsciously clicked in, and saw the short message from the number just now.

"The car accident six years ago, now the truth has been found out, but the son of the victim who has already learned the truth will be retaliated... The revenge comes from Zhu's family. At that time, you only need to take pictures of the process, and the detailed information will be sent to your mailbox."

In just a few lines, the amount of information is too great.

Zhang Suiyue gasped.

I heard that people often gasp for air that will contribute to global warming - but at this time, I don't care so much, even if it may be fake news, but it involves the three words of Zhu's family, the victim of the car accident...

It was worth two days of his time.

……

Zhang Suiyue is in action.

The camera is a gun, and the microphone is a sharp sword, but there is nothing better than the belief in the heart.

Carrying out the evaluation given by an old man, he followed the example of Western journalists and flew through the streets of the city, preparing to make a big news.

But this time the news is a little strange.

In the past, he tried every means to make some big news, but this time it came in the opposite direction—the big news had grown legs and flew directly towards his face.

How can the big news lose by riding on the face?

Old Town, Beicheng Road.

After squatting intently for most of the day, I finally got the result.

When the young man in black walked to a corner where no one was around, he was knocked out by a burly figure carrying a stick behind him, and then he was dragged and stuffed into a van on the side of the street.

Zhang Suiyue followed secretly and took pictures of the whole process.

Then prepare to call someone.

But suddenly I thought of the message from the mysterious number in front... In the end, I still didn't call anyone.

He just feels weird.

In a trance, there seems to be an invisible hand fiddled with all the trajectories of fate, gathering them, playing with them, and arbitrarily forcing them into the desired shape.

All his actions, the actions of the black man who followed the young man and knocked him out, including more known and unknown things... are all under the control of that hand.

He hugged the camera tightly.

At this moment, he has no other ideas but to return to the newspaper office quickly.

◆

In the darkroom, the line-up between Su Tong and Mr. Zhu continued.

"Even if a fat pig wears a handsome suit and combs his hair to look like an adult, he can't be a godfather, Mr. Zhu, right?"

Su Tong grinned, revealing eight shiny white teeth.

Laugh out loud.

Mr. Zhu was not angered, and there was even a cruel mockery on his face:

"You can speak quite well, but I just don't know how long you can continue to speak... Will you still have the eloquence you have now when you become an idiot?"

"Young Master Zhu, are you so sure you can turn me into an idiot?"

"of course."

"certainly?"

Su Tong narrowed his eyes again, and his smile became brighter:

"Good luck then."

he said softly.

The smile is pure and innocent, but the voice is like the whisper of a devil.

[To be continued]

-

1

Ask for a monthly ticket duck or2

Chapter 51 Reversal

==============================

Suddenly, the cell phone rang in the small dark room.

Mr. Zhu restrained his morbid expression slightly, stood up straight, took out his mobile phone and looked at the caller ID, he was overjoyed, answered the call hastily, and turned on the speakerphone on purpose, and said happily:

"Hey, Dad, let me tell you, I've caught that kid, and now I'm going to..."

But what came over there was not the compliment he expected.

Instead, it denounced:

"You scoundrel! You crooked scoundrel!"

"……what?"

But the abuse over there continued:

"You prodigal bastard! I knew you couldn't be successful at the beginning, but I didn't expect you to be made like this by me now. I knew that I should have flushed you down the toilet. cnm!"

Su Tong was happy while listening.

Especially when I heard the last classic Chinese curse, I almost didn't laugh out loud - after all, there is nothing wrong with cursing in a sense.

And Mr. Zhu was scolded so bloody, he was at a loss and asked subconsciously:

"Dad, why are you scolding me all of a sudden?"

"Idiot! Idiot! Stupid beep! You don't know the good deeds you have done yourself, and I want you to be reminded?! You don't know how to read the news... How noisy the news is!"

Mr. Zhu's face became paler, like a Chinese cabbage that has been withered after a frost.

He was thinking of hanging up the phone to inquire about the situation, but there was another ringing in his ear.

It seemed to be the sound of rummaging through boxes and boxes and packing things.

Young Master Zhu finally couldn't help but panicked:

"Dad... what are you doing, Dad! Why do I seem to hear you packing things..."

"Nonsense!" Cursed voices came from over there, "Why don't I leave and wait to be arrested! After so many years in the business world, it is inevitable that there are dirty places under my hands. Now the situation has deteriorated to this point. Sooner or later, I will be exposed. Yes—as long as the green hills are there, you won’t be afraid of running out of firewood!"

"But Dad, don't you have friends from the media, please suppress all the news..."

"Shut up, you! How can I have such a brainless bastard like you - the influence of the paper media is nothing! Now the Internet is on fire! It's the Internet!"

"Di-"

The phone was hung up.

Mr. Zhu held the phone, his expression became more and more bewildered, and after a long time of dementia, he finally muttered to himself:

"……the Internet?"

……

As the lady said.

got windy.

It started with a breeze.

"The rich second-generation drunk driving hit and killed the teacher and asked the innocent driver to take the blame, but his son was secretly kidnapped for revenge investigation."

Just a fairly concise title.

There is no UC shock department, and there is no marketing account editor. It is just a straightforward narrative, but the amount of information contained in it and the four short words "rich second generation", "teacher", "innocent" and "revenge" are enough to attract attention.

Then there's fuel.

Similar information in Tongtong Technology's short video APP Slow Broadcast and infotainment APP Tomorrow Toutiao are immediately recommended on the homepage.

And traditional paper media.

After saying hello in advance, the manuscript that had already been prepared was quickly passed, printed, and appeared on the headlines of various morning newspapers the next morning.

The relevant materials of the case were also submitted at the same time... and the police were also reported.