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An Unusual Interview Led to a Deadly Encounter
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When the head of the news department assigned me the task, I was completely baffled. I couldn't understand why such an important topic would be given to a newcomer who has been in the job for less than two years. You see, in this urban newspaper with a circulation of nearly a million, there are many experienced journalists who usually compete fiercely for any topic, but this time it seems like everyone is at a loss.
The chief editor smiled and said, "Young man, this shows the newspaper's appreciation for you. Cherish this opportunity. When you come back successful, I will personally arrange a welcome for you!"
My good buddy Biaoge at the office desk saw my winning expression, patted my shoulder, and seemed to have something to say.
I set off at around 5 o'clock in the morning. The green train stops at every station, pausing for about ten minutes each time. It wasn't until nearly noon that I arrived at Jiangnan City train station.
I hurriedly bought a basket of buns at the station, and the price was really high. Outside, it's three yuan for a basket, but here they want eight yuan. Outside, a basket of buns contains six, but here it's only four. As I stuffed the buns into my mouth, I walked through the square in front of the station and bought a ticket for the long-distance bus to Ming Jiang City at the opposite bus station. The security guard at the bus station was an overweight woman, expressionless, shouting at every passenger entering the station, "Open your bags for inspection!"
Then he reached into the bags of each passenger and rummaged through them. He found a bottle of mousse in the bag of a female passenger wearing a beige dress and pulled it out, saying, "You can't bring this in!" The woman, who looked to be around 26 or 27 years old and very intellectual, seemed to have never encountered such a situation before. Her face turned slightly red as she asked, "Why can't I bring it?"
overweight woman Her body filled the uniform, making it look round and plump. She glanced at the female passenger in front of her, who outclassed her in appearance, figure, and attire, with a proud look on her face: "I said you can't bring it, so you can't bring it!"
When it was my turn, overweight woman rummaged through my interview bag and pulled out the recorder: "What is this?"
Me: "It's a recorder."
overweight woman: "What's this recording device? Open it and let me see!"
I removed the cover of the recording device, revealing several batteries, and then pressed a button, causing a mini cassette to pop out.
overweight woman: "Take it apart again. I want to carefully check for any safety hazards!"
This is a fool.
I closed the compartment with a "snap" and was about to argue with the overweight woman, when a staff member in the same uniform, leading two passengers each dragging a simple luggage cart, came over and greeted overweight woman: "Sister Hua, my cousin and his friends are here to load the goods..."
overweight woman smiled and said, "Hurry in, don't miss the train."
Several people dragged their luggage carts to cut in line and enter the station without inspection, but I clearly saw that the carts were loaded with boxes of paint. According to relevant regulations, paint, gasoline, diesel, and other items are flammable and are strictly prohibited from being carried into the station.
An overweight woman watched as an acquaintance entered the station, then turned to me with a frosty expression and said, "Hurry up and unpack, I haven't checked yet!"
I finally couldn't help it and pulled out my press card from my pocket and said, "Please call the webmaster over here!"
The station does not belong to the general enterprise. Most of the staff here are experienced and knowledgeable. Even the overweight woman recognizes the small book in my hand and has heard of the prestigious "River Report" in China. The woman's oily face turned pale and she stammered, "I... I don't know... you... you can go in." The greatest evil of a person is to make things difficult for others within their limited power!
I stared at the overweight woman and said, "Don't you know that paint is flammable and explosive? It's not allowed to be carried. Why did you let them into the station?" The overweight woman's face started to sweat. Seeing her speechless, more passengers began to join in the criticism.
An older male passenger: "Every time I come here to take the bus, I see you with a face full of lawsuits. We pay to take the bus, we don't owe you anything, so why do you give us attitude and say nasty things to us!"
"Last time I brought a nail clipper and you said it was a dangerous item, and insisted on confiscating it! Can a nail clipper hurt anyone? That was a gift from my girlfriend!" This was said by a young man.
Amid the hustle and bustle, the webmaster emerged. Despite being of short stature, he put on a stern face and said, "Comrades and fellow passengers, your opinions are very pertinent and have pointed out the shortcomings in our work... I apologize to everyone here and will definitely improve our professional skills and service level in future work. Please supervise us. The two people who just brought in paint have been stopped by us, so please rest assured!"
After boarding the bus, I found it was actually a double-decker sleeper bus.
I went to the upper deck and found the beautiful woman whose mousse was confiscated was also there. When the woman saw me and then looked at the male passengers who were still coming up, she seemed to have made up her mind and gestured to the seat next to her: "If you don't mind, come over here."
"I can't think of a reason to refuse."
"Are you a journalist?" The woman had a delicate face, and a small mole at the center of her eyebrows not only did not affect her beauty, but seemed to add a touch of charm to her.
Me: "Yes."
Women have an innate gossip spirit: "Are you going to Ming Jiang City for an interview? What aspect are you interviewing?"
Thinking that I was unfamiliar with Ming Jiang City, I also intended to learn some information through this beautiful woman, and thoughtfully replied, "Not interviewing in the city, it's in the lower Shigou Township, Xikou County..."
The beautiful woman suddenly opened her mouth wide, with a shocked expression on her face: "How dare you go there? People from our place avoid going to Chai Guo Township if they can, especially Dongtaizhuang. The girls in the village can't get married, and the young men can't find wives. It's really scary!"
I looked surprised and asked, "Why is that?" The beautiful woman looked around to make sure no one was listening, then lowered her voice and said, "I'll tell you, but don't spread it around! Some people in the villages there have 'poison' in their blood. It's contagious and incurable. Many have died, and those who haven't are just waiting to die. Dongtai Village is the worst affected." Then she widened her eyes and asked me, "You... you're not going there to interview about this situation, are you?!"
I nodded lightly, and the beautiful woman exclaimed softly, "How dare you go there? How dare you come for an interview?"
I asked softly, "Why wouldn't I dare? It's not like I'll get infected just by going there."
The beautiful woman, seeing my indifferent attitude, lowered her voice even more and said, "To tell you the truth, I am a gynecologist at the Xikou County Wanjizhen health center. The authorities above, including the county and city, have all held meetings and conveyed that the entire city, including all counties and townships, must not accept interviews in this regard. Once a journalist is found entering the area, it must be reported immediately!"
I asked, "Have reporters been here before?"
She said, "Yes, but not many... One is that many reporters dare not come, and two is that even if they come, they can't see or hear anything... We have done work in all aspects here..."
- I finally understand why such a big topic has not been fought over by anyone with me.
I asked again, "From your perspective, do you want the reporters to cover these situations?"
She hesitated and murmured, "...those people are so pitiful. Once they get this disease, there's no cure at all. They can only endure and wait for death..."
The car started, and from her words, I learned that it would take nearly eight hours to travel from Jiangnan City to Ming Jiang City. It was now 14:50 in the afternoon, which meant we would arrive at Ming River close to 11:00 at night.
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