"What is Xu Changlin's position? Does he support giving the money to everyone, or staying in the village collective?" Xiangbei asked.

Luo Jingchen thought a little bit: "He is very embarrassed in this position. Unlike me, he is so old. Even if he stands on this tricycle, he can't do anything to me. He is different. He has many things to consider and weigh, and I understand him."

Although Luo Jingchen did not give a positive answer, the meaning of this was already very obvious.

"It seems that Xu Changlin agrees to keep the money in the village. Everyone's disagreement has caused so many conflicts." Luo Fangyi added.

"What about others? We have never seen him when we arrived in the village." Xiangbei asked.

"I don't know, since people died in the village, Changlin has disappeared. Before leaving, I didn't even explain to everyone." Luo Jingchen looked worried. The most important thing now is to stabilize everyone and not have any more trouble.

Although I didn't meet the village director Xu Changlin, the information provided by Luo Jingchen made Xiangbei feel worthwhile to visit.

According to the villagers, since the death of someone in the village, Xuchanglin and developer Weng Zhengchang have also evaporated overnight. Some people say that the two ran away, some people say that they were arrested, and there is another saying that Xuchanglin went out for something and did not deliberately avoid it. It is impossible to verify which statement is reliable.

Come out from Luo Jingchen and go north and Luo Fangyi to return to the hotel directly.

"Little Luo, after today's interview, have you any new ideas?" Xiangbei tested Luo Fangyi. First, in order to test the other party's sensitivity, you must be sensitive to being a reporter. Being careless will not capture the news points; second, after working as a reporter for a long time, it is easy to form a fixed mindset, and Xiangbei needs to inspire inspiration from this newcomer.

"Master, I feel that the more I interview the clues become more chaotic," Luo Fangyi sighed, "The villagers have different opinions, and I don't know who to listen to now."

"Yes, this is the problem. There are many sources of information, but none of them are authoritative." Xiangbei sighed. There was enough information obtained from Luohe Village, but this was just the words of the villagers. Some information is valuable, while others are invalid information. Many details still need to be confirmed from the official.

Xiangbei returned to the hotel and was about to lie down to take a nap, when his phone rang. Xiangbei looked at it and it was his wife Zhou Xuecen who wanted to chat with him.

"hello, my wife."

"It's not my wife who is looking for you, but my baby son who is looking for you." Zhou Xuecen said in a long tone on the other end of the phone.

"Dad, when will you come back? I miss you."

"Nuoyi, Dad will go back after finishing his work. Do you know if you have to be obedient at home?" From the video, Nuoyi seemed to be a little depressed.

"How is the progress over there?" Zhou Xuecen asked.

"It's a mess, but at least I'm confused."

"Be careful about safety." Since becoming a family member of a reporter, Zhou Xuecen has gradually become familiar with the work rhythm of this industry - which interviews are difficult and which interviews are at a high risk and which interview cycle is long. You can guess at the topic when you hear the question. "Also, Nuo has had a fever for several days."

"What? Give him medicine now."

"I must have eaten it. I got fever subsided yesterday and it started to get fever again today, and it was repeated over and over again."

"Take a taxi to the hospital."

"I'm already calling a taxi, I'm dressing my children."

Children are a very special existence in this world. Before having children, Xiangbei's life plan revolves around career settings, but after having children, he suddenly felt that these were not important, and children were ranked first. It seemed that everything he did was for the children. This might be the power of blood and emotions.

After chatting with the child, Xiangbei narrowed his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, he brought his wife and children to a forest. The forest was lush and colorful flowers were everywhere. From time to time, a few birds with no names were flying overhead. Nuo ran happily, and Zhou Xuecen chased after him: "Nuoyi, run slowly." Xiangbei was holding a mobile phone to record this unforgettable moment. At this time, a python as thick as a bowl came out of the jungle. The python opened its mouth and spitted a letter to rush towards the mother and son. "Be careful!" Xiangbei threw down his mobile phone and pounced on it regardless of everything.

"Nuoyi!!" Xiangbei suddenly sat up from the bed. It turned out to be a dream.

The ringtone of the cell phone came from the floor. I picked up the cell phone and the unfamiliar number.

"Hey, hello, is it Director Xiang?" The other party's voice was very humble.

"I am Xiangbei, who are you?"

"I am the deputy general manager of Luohe Village Land Acquisition Project Command, Sun Xingjian. I got your phone number from Mr. Qu."

Since Hedong City launched the "North Move North and East Expansion" strategy, it has established seven or eight project command centers, most of which are based on streets, and only Luohe Village has a single command center, which shows the local importance to the Luohe Village project. Although the command center is located in the streets and villages, it is of high level. The members have both competent departments and related enterprises.

"Hello." Xiangbei was a little confused, Deputy General of the Command Headquarters? What is this position?

"That's right. Many journalists and friends have been busy interviewing these days, and it's very hard. Mr. Zhang from the command center wants to invite everyone to dinner to comfort everyone tonight. I don't know if you have time. Don't worry, I have already told the newspaper leader Qu Changguo."

"Uh, that's OK."

"Okay, at 6:30 tonight, we will be in the Great Wall Hall on the second floor of the New Town Hotel."

"Okay, thank you, I will go on time." Xiangbei hung up the phone.

Xiangbei doesn't like this kind of social occasion. Some journalists have become more greasy after working for a long time: they call themselves brothers and brothers with the business owners, and discuss administrative ranks with officials, but when they interview, they pick and complain. Of course, some people call it mature and smooth Xiangbei and don't know how to accurately describe this group: one foot is in the officialdom, the other foot is still in the literary stage, and the heart is divided.

Chats at such dinners are also extremely boring. Everyone is not familiar with them. All they can maintain is the social relationship behind the title. Therefore, after a dinner, awkward chat takes up most of the time. Otherwise, the anesthetic effect of alcohol will weaken the embarrassment.

Normally, reporters should avoid any banquets when engaging in such reports, but since the other party has greeted the newspaper leaders, there should be no problem. Besides, Xiangbei also hopes to take this opportunity to make his interview request, and he needs to interview the other party's land and resources departments through the other party.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, Xiangbei sent a WeChat message to Luo Fangyi: There will be a dinner party in the evening, so we will go to the banquet together.

Fifteen minutes later, the two arrived at the Great Wall Hall on the second floor. In addition to them, there were seven or eight reporters waiting in the private room. Some were sitting on chairs at the table, and some were sitting on the sofa at the door, all of whom were lowering their heads and playing with their cell phones.

When Luo Fangyi saw that there was an acquaintance among them, Pang Dong. Unlike the last time he saw him in the hospital, Pang Dong wore a formal jacket this time, which looked very inconsistent with his clumsy figure.

"You are here too." Luo Fangyi took the initiative to say hello.

"Yes, hehe."

"I'll introduce you. This is my master, Xiangbei." Luo Fangyi introduced Xiangbei, who was standing beside him. "Master, this is the fat Dong I mentioned to you. Her name is Pan Dong, and she is a reporter from the provincial station."

Pang Dong took the initiative to stretch out his little fat hand and shook hands with Xiangbei with a smile.

After a while, a thin young man with gold-rimmed glasses walked into the room. Behind the man was a slightly fat middle-aged man with a head-back and a sportswear. The young man walked into the room and introduced: "This is Mr. Zhang from the project command."

"I am Zhang Tongwen, please take care of me." The man narrowed his eyes and shook hands with everyone one by one, then handed each customer a business card.

After working for the years, Xiangbei discovered a very interesting phenomenon: in some units, the chief and deputy positions are definitely interesting partners, and the same is true for the two of them, both of them are complementary in appearance, behavior and personality.

After the introduction, everyone did not mean to sit down. It was not that they were unwilling to sit, but that they did not know how to sit. According to the wine table culture in Beijiang Province, the host and the accompanying attendant faced the door, and the deputy host and the accompanying attendant sat opposite the host and the right hand and the left hand were the host and the deputy host and the deputy host and the right hand and the left hand were three guests and four guests respectively.

Zhang Tongwen naturally sat in the seat of the host. After sitting down, he looked around and everyone was humble in the seat of the host, and the atmosphere was awkward.

"Let's do this, I will make the decision once." Zhang Tongwen broke the deadlock. "Our media friends today are all distinguished guests, including Beijing, major media in the province, and media outside the province. If the guest of honor is to ask the beautiful reporter from afar from Beijing to sit down." As he spoke, the young man sitting in the seat of the deputy chief pushed the female reporter to the seat, and the female reporter half-swallowed and sat down.

"As for the deputy guest of the host, please ask our Director Xiang Beixiang of Beijiang Evening News. I know Director Xiang can drink well, so you should be the strength at the dinner table today."

Xiangbei was a little surprised when he heard Zhang Tongwen's name. Although he had contacted the command center because of his work relationship, he did not expect that the other party would remember him and arranged him as the deputy guest of honor.

"You have been too proud. I really can't drink enough. The pressure at this location is too great. Besides, this is the boundary of Hedong. At our own home, let's invite friends from afar to sit here." Xiangbeiban jokingly refused. Of course, there is another reason. When sitting in this location, wine is indispensable.

Although Xiangbei insisted on refusing, there was indeed no suitable candidate to replace him. In desperation, he had to sit down. Luo Fangyi also sat next to Xiangbei with understanding. In this way, the others naturally found their seats.
Chapter completed!