Mysterious Underground Life (Part 2)

  Finally, he received another lead. Someone reported that a chemical leak had occurred on Dongda Street, and a large truck carrying chemicals had leaked in the downtown area, potentially causing massive pollution. He rushed to the scene, took triumphant photos, interviewed over a dozen eyewitnesses, and even interviewed chemical experts who came to rescue. Indeed, this was a major event that had never happened since the founding of the country, and the leak of chemical raw materials would cause huge harm to nearby residents, especially women and children... He secretly cheered in his heart, finally finding a sensational news lead. He fantasized that tomorrow's headlines on newspapers and websites would definitely be his explosive news. Back at the office, he thought about the title while calmly writing down 3,000 words of on-the-scene reporting, and even wrote an editorial with passion. However, in the evening, the director coldly told him: "Ning Yu, your manuscript can't be published?"

  Ning Yu asked in surprise: "Why can't it be on the headlines? Other media might all want to put it on the headlines, why can't we?"

  The director said coldly, "Where did you get so many questions? Can't go up is can't go up, don't you know the propaganda discipline? You dare to write articles that cause panic among citizens. Do you still want to work?" Instantly, he was disheartened to the extreme. In this month, many of his manuscripts were not published, and he ran a lot of wrong routes. Many news tips were also false.

  During this period, he dreamed of finding a few good news topics. If not, he would not be able to complete the publication volume for this month and would not be able to receive his performance salary. What about his rent, water, electricity, and gas for this month? Would he have to rely on his meager basic salary of 1,200 yuan and starve to death? Moreover, his mother was waiting for him to take money to the hospital this month due to a relapse of her heart disease. He didn't dare imagine the look on his father's face. That night, it was the first evening after his mother was hospitalized, and his father said over the phone with a crying tone: "Son, think of something quickly! Your mother is probably not going to make it, the doctor said that if she doesn't have surgery soon, her illness will enter its final stage..." He could imagine his father's expression at the time. He was equally anxious and worried, praying silently: Tomorrow, please come up with a good news story, come up with a good news story! Otherwise, what would he do?

  He has been working at the newspaper for three years, and he is always a mobile reporter in the social department's hotline group. Unlike other reporters, he doesn't have a stable beat, stable information channels, or news leads. He completely relies on luck to get by; if there are many sudden events happening in the city that day, he might be able to get a few news stories out, but if everything is peaceful and quiet, then he won't have any chance of getting his news published. Furthermore, because his director doesn't trust him, whenever something major happens, he usually isn't assigned to cover it, which makes things even worse for him. Those reporters who originally had fixed information sources also indirectly stole his food bowl. Therefore, he is extremely miserable and anxious all day about finding news leads.

  So the director made an exception to talk to him, and gave him a major news lead, which was also his first time, and it can be said that he saved him from the water and fire. To know that there is no more important news, this month will not only starve himself, but also cannot solve the crisis of his mother's hospitalization. So he was filled with gratitude to the director, regardless of the director's attitude. Intuitively, the director must have found other reporters, but these reporters were unwilling to take on this topic. Anyway, he still thanked the director for letting him come...

  "Wake up! Wake up!" In the midst of confusion, Ning Yu was woken up by the head of the evil god. "Are you okay now?" the head asked.

  Ning Yu rubbed his eyes and said dazedly: "Big brother, it's a bit better, but still very painful."

  "Get up, get up! What kind of man are you? A real man wouldn't retreat even if his head was chopped off with a knife!" He pulled Ning Yu up from the floor in one swift motion. Ning Yu had no idea what would happen next.

  Nothing.