Luo Zhiyuan opened the door and walked into the house. "Zhiyuan, are you back?" Mu Qing was overjoyed and stood up suddenly. Zheng Yuqing, whose face was stained with tears, also stood up and said a faint greeting: "Expedition." "Sister Yuqing, sit down quickly. You need money, right? I just have a thousand yuan here, take it." Luo Zhiyuan showed no politeness and took out one thousand yuan in cash from his bag. This was the "activity fund" he brought to Beijing and was basically useless. Zheng Yuqing's pretty face turned red, she shed tears again with gratitude, and choked out: "Thank you, thank you." If it were in the past, as the daughter of Zheng Pingshan, deputy secretary of the municipal party committee and secretary of the Political and Legal Committee, Zheng Yuqing would not be able to see a thousand dollars, but Nowadays, in times of crisis, every penny can save a life. "Sister Yuqing, hurry up and help Grandpa Zheng see a doctor. If it doesn't work, I will take the time to go over and give the old man acupuncture." Luo Zhiyuan wanted to talk to his mother about the Luo family in the capital, which seemed like a farewell. "Well, I'll leave first." Zheng Yuqing looked at Luo Zhiyuan, tears and tenderness in her eyes. She is more than a year older than Luo Zhiyuan and is already working in a cultural center in the city. The two families have a good relationship and often travel together. She and Luo Zhiyuan are also very familiar friends. Zheng Pingshan once joked that he would marry his daughter to Luo Zhiyuan, but before this joke could be put into practice, something happened to Zheng Pingshan. "Yuqing, please slow down." Mu Qing sent Zheng Yuqing out of the house, then closed the door and turned around and said hurriedly: "Zhiyuan, what did the Luo family say? Have you seen anyone from them? What's the situation like? ?¡± Mu Qing has been so anxious these past two days, unable to contact her son, and worried about her husband being cheated, that she can hardly sleep at night. "Mom, don't worry, I've met people from the Luo family" In order to reassure his mother, Luo Zhiyuan went through everything about meeting the Luo family, especially Mr. Luo's attitude. Mu Qing was relieved when he heard this. , as soon as he relaxed, his body fell softly on the sofa. Mu Qing knew clearly what kind of family the Luo family was. As long as the Luo family is willing to take care of it, her husband will be safe and sound. ¡ ¡ Luo Zhiyuan slept at home all morning. At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the leader of the newspaper, Lao Song, the director of his current affairs and news department, made a pager. After returning the call, Lao Song had a very stern attitude, "Luo Zhiyuan, what's going on with you? Twice in a row. If you ask for leave, the newspaper office will grant you leave. This is the concern and care of the leadership for you. But today's leave expires, why don't you come back to work? The department is very busy now and there are not enough staff. If you can't come back to work, then I will find someone in charge. The leader will send someone in. As for you, just find another job." Lao Song's words made Luo Zhiyuan choked and couldn't say a word, and his face looked ugly. Lao Song, the director of the Current Affairs and Information Department, has always been very considerate of him, and basically does not give him too tiring writing tasks. On weekdays, he is even more peaceful and gentle; but now his face has suddenly changed, and it is obvious that he has nothing to do with his father Luo Polu. Being related to Shuanggui. The son of the deputy county magistrate is still valuable, but the son of the deputy magistrate who is Shuanggui is a "dragman" and should be dumped as soon as possible. "Director Song, I'm sorry, something happened at home that affected my work. I'll go back to work right away, I'll go back right away!" Luo Zhiyuan said softly. "Then come back quickly! There is an interview in the afternoon, you go!" Lao Song banged the phone. Luo Zhiyuan put down the phone and smiled coldly. As expected, people's hearts are revealed over time, and horsepower is known over time. They have always been pretending, but this time their true colors have been revealed. He said hello to his mother, Mu Qing, and rushed to the newspaper office on his motorcycle. Entering the newspaper building, he greeted the familiar newspaper colleagues as usual, but only a few of them had the usual attitude, and most of them were in a hurry and ignored them. The news that his father Luo Polu was imprisoned has already spread in the newspapers. There may not be people who want to add insult to injury, but some people are avoiding him for fear of getting into trouble. Luo Zhiyuan had already been fully mentally prepared for such changes in human relationships and the world, and he could see through them, so it had almost no impact on his emotions and mentality. Pushing open the door of the current affairs and information department office, there was no one in the office. He suddenly found that his desk had been moved to the door, and it turned out that he was sitting across from Lao Song. The documents, newspapers and information on the table were scattered in a messy manner, and there was also a thick pile of manuscript paper piled on the chair. He frowned, held back his anger, walked over and started to clean up his desk. Not long after, director Lao Song, deputy director Lao Huang and ordinary reporter Huo Xiaoping entered one after another. Seeing Luo Zhiyuan, Huo Xiaoping smiled with complicated eyes, and took the initiative to say hello: "Xiao Luo is back? Haha, are you okay at home?" Can Huo Xiaoping sayIn other words, having this attitude is considered to be the best among the best. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the kindest person turned out to be the annoying young woman in the office. Luo Zhiyuan felt something, raised his head and smiled: "Thank you, Sister Huo, for caring. I'm fine." Huo Xiaoping patted his shoulder, smiled gently, and then walked back to her seat to work on her manuscript. Old Huang opened his lips, looked at Old Song's gloomy face, and fell silent. Lao Song stared at Luo Zhiyuan and said in a deep voice: "Luo Zhiyuan, there is an event in the city in the afternoon. The launch ceremony of Huatai Group's merger with Guangming Trading Company and 10,000-ton chemical fiber project will start at 3:30. Secretary Hou of the Municipal Party Committee and Mayor Sun will both attend. You Let's go. This article will be published in the newspaper tomorrow. When you come back from the interview, write it as soon as possible. When the article is finished, Lao Huang will check it and then give it to me for review. " Luo Zhiyuan said, his eyes shining: "Okay, I'll do it right away. "Go over." Huo Xiaoping suddenly raised her head and smiled: "Director Song, Xiao Luo has just come to the newspaper office not long ago, and he has not been to any big events. This event is attended by two major party and government leaders in the city. I think I should go. I'm afraid. "Xiao Luo's manuscript is not well controlled." Old Song smiled coldly: "Our Current Affairs and Information Department is not a coward. We are all business leaders who can fight hard. Now the department is so short of manpower, how can we not let him train?" How can we just let him stay at home, drink tea and read the newspaper? "That's nonsense!" I'm here." Luo Zhiyuan sneered in his heart, but said calmly: "I understand, Director Song, I'm going to do the interview right now." Luo Zhiyuan grabbed his interview bag and camera and turned around to leave. Huo Xiaoping looked up at his leaving figure and shook her head secretly. She felt a little sympathetic but helpless.