Luo Zhiyuan opened the door and walked into the house.

"Zhiyuan, are you back?" Mu Qing was surprised and stood up suddenly.

Zheng Yuqing, who had tears on his face, also stood up and greeted Youyou: "Zhiyuan."

"Sister Yuqing, please sit down quickly. You need money, right? I still have a thousand yuan here, so you can take it." Luo Zhiyuan was not polite and took out one thousand yuan of cash from his bag. This was the "activity fund" he brought to Beijing, and it was basically useless.

Zheng Yuqing's pretty face turned red, and she burst into tears again with gratitude, and said choking: "Thank you, thank you."

If it were 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 could have been interested in a thousand yuan, but now in trouble, a penny is a life-saving life.

"Sister Yuqing, hurry up and help Grandpa Zheng see a doctor. If it really doesn't work, I'll take the time to give the old man acupuncture." Luo Zhiyuan wanted to talk to his mother about the Luo family in Beijing, so he had the meaning of seeing off guests.

"Well, then I'll leave first." Zheng Yuqing looked at Luo Zhiyuan, and tears and tenderness appeared in his eyes.

She is more than one year older than Luo Zhiyuan and has already worked in the city's cultural center. The two families have a good relationship and often walk around. She and Luo Zhiyuan are very familiar friends. Zheng Pingshan once joked that she wanted to marry her daughter to Luo Zhiyuan, but before this joke could be implemented, something happened to Zheng Pingshan.

"Yuqing, please wait." Mu Qing sent Zheng Yuqing out of the house, then closed the door, and turned around and said hurriedly: "Zhiyuan, what do you say from the Luo family? Are you seeing them? What's the situation?"

These two days, Mu Qing was anxious and couldn't contact her son. She was worried that her husband, who was under double supervision, would be almost dissatisfied with her.

"Mom, don't worry, I met the people from the Luo family..." In order to make his mother feel at ease, Luo Zhiyuan carefully explained his attitude of meeting the Luo family, especially Mr. Luo. When Mu Qing heard this, he felt relieved. As soon as he relaxed, his body fell softly on the sofa.

Mu Qing knew what kind of family the Luo family is. As long as the Luo family is willing to take care of, her husband will be safe and sound.

...

Luo Zhiyuan slept at home all morning.

At around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the newspaper leader, Lao Song, the director of the current affairs and news department, made a page. After returning the phone, Lao Song's attitude was very strict, "Luo Zhiyuan, what's going on with you? The newspapers have been allowed to leave twice in a row. This is the care and care of the leaders for you. But today's leave expires, why don't you come back to work? The department is very busy with work and not enough staff. If you can't come back to work, then I'll get in to the person in charge. As for you, just plan to find another high school."

Lao Song's words were so choked that Luo Zhiyuan couldn't even say a word, and his face looked ugly.

For a long time, Lao Song, director of the Current Affairs and Information Department, has taken great care of him. He basically does not hand over the task of writing too tired, and it is even more gentle on weekdays. But now his sudden change of face is obviously related to his father Luo Polu being regulated.

The son of the deputy county magistrate is still valuable, but the son of the deputy county magistrate who is under double supervision is a "delay". If you can, you should throw it away.

"Director Song, I'm sorry, something at home has affected my work. I'll go back to work immediately, and I'll go back now!" Luo Zhiyuan said softly.

"Then come back quickly! There is another interview in the afternoon, you go!" Old Song quit the phone with a bang.

Luo Zhiyuan put down the phone and smiled coldly, thinking that it was true that people's hearts were seen over time. The road of a long journey knew the horsepower, and he always pretended to be pretending, and this time he was revealed his true colors.

He greeted his mother Mu Qing, rode a motorcycle to the newspaper. When he entered the newspaper building, he greeted his colleagues who were familiar with the newspaper as usual, but only a few of them had the same attitude as usual. Most of them were in a hurry and ignored them.

The news that his father Luo Polu was under double supervision had already spread in the newspapers. There may not be people who took advantage of the situation to take advantage of the situation, but some people were afraid of him, for fear of being infected with disasters. For such human feelings and coldness, Luo Zhiyuan had already been fully prepared, and could see through and through, so he had almost no impact on his emotions and mentality.

Pushing open the door of the current affairs and news department office, there was no one in the office. He suddenly found that his desk had been transferred to the door, and it turned out that he was opposite Lao Song. The documents, newspapers and materials on the table were scattered in mess, and a large pile of manuscript paper was piled on the chair. He frowned, and he endured the anger and walked over and began to clean up his desk.

Soon, director Lao Song, deputy director Lao Huang and ordinary reporter Huo Xiaoping entered one after another.

Seeing Luo Zhiyuan, Huo Xiaoping smiled in complicated eyes and took the initiative to say hello: "Xiao Luo is back? Haha, is it okay at home?"

It is good to be able to say this and have this attitude. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, the kindest person in the heart was actually the annoying young woman in the office. Luo Zhiyuan felt something and looked up and smiled, "Thank you Sister Huo for your concern, I'm fine."

Huo Xiaoping patted his shoulder, smiled gently, and then walked back to her position to work on her manuscript.

Lao Huang opened his lips, but he still looked at Lao Song's gloomy face and became silent.

Old 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 of Guangming Trading Company and the 10,000-ton chemical fiber project starts at 3:30. Secretary Hou of the Municipal Party Committee and Mayor Sun are going to attend. You go there. This manuscript will be published tomorrow. When you come back from the interview, write the manuscript quickly. After the manuscript is finished, Lao Huang will write it and then hand it over to me for review."

Luo Zhiyuan said oh, his eyes shining: "Okay, I'll go there now."

Huo Xiaoping suddenly looked up and smiled, "Director Song, Xiao Luo has just come to the newspaper office for a while, and has not followed the big event. Two major party and government leaders in the city participated in this event. I think I'd better go there. I'm afraid that Xiao Luo's manuscript will not be well grasped."

Lao Song smiled coldly: "Our current affairs and news department is not cowardly. They are all top business leaders who can fight tough battles. Now the department is so tight. How can it be if he doesn't let him exercise? Can he just stay at home and drink tea and read newspapers? Nonsense!"

"Luo Zhiyuan, I'm just saying ugly things. You must get into the role as soon as possible and adapt to the work. Otherwise, I have to talk to the leader and transfer someone else."

Luo Zhiyuan sneered in his heart, but said lightly: "I understand, Director Song, I'll go for an interview now."
Chapter completed!