District 9

In the Zhao family living room.

"Old Zhao, Xiaobao's mood is not right." Zhao's mother sat on the sofa with a worried expression and said, "Can you try to persuade him?"

Minister Zhao frowned slightly, stood up and said, "We'll talk about it when we get back. I'll go out first."

"What are you going for?"

"Go wipe his butt." Minister Zhao replied, taking steps towards the door.

At this moment, footsteps were heard upstairs, and Zhao Bao walked down alone: ​​"Mom, I want to talk to Dad for a few words."

Minister Zhao turned around after hearing the sound.

"Okay, okay, let's talk. I'll go to the kitchen to get something to eat." When Zhao's mother saw her son walking out of the room on his own initiative, Zhao's mother immediately breathed a sigh of relief and walked quickly to the restaurant.

Minister Zhao thought about it for a long time, then turned back to the sofa and sat down.

A few minutes later.

Minister Zhao looked at his son sitting opposite him, sighed and asked, "Don't you want to talk to me? How about talking?"

Zhao Bao lowered his head and said with scarlet eyes: "I want to expose this case in the legal column."

"No." Minister Zhao decisively refused.

"Why?" Zhao Bao suddenly raised his head and replied: "My evidence is sufficient. Now I can completely expose it and cooperate with the superintendent to catch them all and avenge Tang Yuan."

"The legal column belongs to the entire Songjiang media, not just you."

"But isn't Tang Yuan a citizen of Songjiang? Isn't he?!" Zhao Bao suddenly stood up, his aggrieved, regretful, sad and other negative emotions suddenly burst out: "He died at the hands of human traffickers, our media did not Is it obligatory to speak out?”

"I said no, I just can't." Minister Zhao stepped in and looked at his son: "You came back too short and you don't understand Songjiang's social situation at all."

"Dad, this is not a reason." Zhao Bao has never contradicted his father like this since he was a child: "I want to expose this case, and it has nothing to do with not understanding the social situation. I am a media person, and I have the obligation to explain real events. .”

"Do you know who Pei Deyong is?"

"I do not understand."

"You don't understand, so you dare to check him out?" Minister Zhao was also angry. He stood up and pointed at his son and shouted: "Do you know how many serious injuries he caused while fighting for the medicine line some time ago? Do you know I don’t know how many lives he took in order to engage in business that was detrimental to the population? He is not the kind of criminal you think he is, he is a rich desperado, do you understand?!”

Zhao Bao stared at his father blankly, his eyes shocked.

"You are very lucky today, do you know that? If you had arrived a few minutes earlier, if you had not separated from your classmates yesterday, do you know the consequences for you now? Huh?!" Minister Zhao asked angrily: "We I have raised you so big, and if you are not responsible for yourself, you must be responsible for us too!"

"Dad, it's true that I'm your son, but I also have my own career!" Zhao Bao pointed to the ground and responded sonorously: "We can't cause negative consequences to Pei De just because he is brave enough to risk his life and dare to kill people. You are turning a blind eye to the social impact! Is the purpose of the existence of news media just to give high hat to the leaders above you? Is it to tout Songjiang’s so-called reforms that are inconsistent with reality? When a congressman takes office, more than a dozen media will report it, but eight A child died tragically outside the district, but no one even asked. Where is our responsibility, huh? Dad, did you leave our ethics on the wine table full of lies?!"

Minister Zhao faced his son's question and pointed at the door with eyes full of anger: "Is it true that eight children died in this society? Really?! In the past few years, there were military conflicts in District 9, and gunfire As soon as the sound was heard, thousands of people were killed. If you want to take care of it, can you do it?"

"It's one thing that I can't take care of it, but it's another thing that I don't say anything." Zhao Bao looked at his father with tears on his face and said word by word: "Dad... I once chose this industry. Because I have a father who once made me proud. He is my idol and someone I can show off to my classmates. So I work hard, I go out, I go to a better place to study, and I hope to come back one day and be able to learn from You do something together. But when I grow up, you are no longer my idol."

Minister Zhao stood there blankly, speechless for a long time.

"I resign, I quit." Zhao Bao gritted his teeth and pointed at the ground and said, "I'm just trying to be a freelance writer, and I'm not going to create rubbish in the hundreds-square-meter office you gave me. .”

After saying that, Zhao Bao turned around and walked upstairs.

In the kitchen, Mother Zhao poked her head out and said urgently: "I asked you to talk, how did you do it?"

Minister Zhao thought about it for a while, then lowered his head and said, "I'll kill him. I can't let him leave home."

"I, I know." Mother Zhao nodded.

Minister Zhao turned around and walked out the door.

…

More than an hour later, downstairs of the webcast station, a car slowly parked in the parking lot.

After a while, Pei Deyong led Yang Nan and seven or eight other people over and stood next to the car.

The car window was lowered and Minister Zhao asked expressionlessly: "Are you Pei Deyong?"

"Yes, yes, I am Pei Deyong."

"Come up here." Minister Zhao greeted.

"I...I can't come here?!" Pei Deyong looked very humble and polite in front of Minister Zhao.

Minister Zhao knew clearly that Pei Deyong did not dare to get in the car because he was afraid that he would be videotaped or recorded. He then thought about it for a while, turned to the driver and said, "Wait here for a while."

"Okay." The driver nodded.

Minister Zhao opened the door and got out of the car, pointing to the roadside: "Go over there."

"Hey, hey." Pei Deyong led the people and followed him.

A few minutes later, under the streetlight.

"Bu Zhao, you are a big shot, and I am just a businessman on the ground making a little money." Pei Deyong said with a smile on his face: "In the past, if I offended you in any way, you can criticize and correct me..."

"Snapped!"

Minister Zhao suddenly turned around and slapped Pei Deyong on the face.

Everyone was stunned.

"What the fuck...!" Yang Nan became anxious, stared at her eyes and took two steps forward.

Pei Deyong came to his senses, immediately stopped Yang Nan, and said with a smile still on his face: "Minister Zhao, what do you mean by this mouth?"

"I'm reminding you, don't touch my son, otherwise you will die miserably, worse than Wu Wensheng, do you understand?" Minister Zhao pointed at Pei Deyong's nose and said word by word.

Pei Deyong stared at Minister Zhao and immediately nodded and replied: "Ah, then I understand."

"Don't look for that video, I've already destroyed it." Minister Zhao clasped his hands behind his back and said expressionlessly: "My son will leave District 9 after a while."

"I understand, I understand." Pei Deyong could tell at this moment that this matter should have nothing to do with Minister Zhao and Qin Yu. It should really be two "ignorant" children who bumped into each other.

"Go away." Minister Zhao cursed with his hands behind his back.

"No, I've prepared some gifts..." Pei Deyong smiled, turned around and immediately asked Ma Zai to go to the car to get money.

Minister Zhao looked at Pei Deyong: "Your gift is too heavy, I can't lift it, so hurry up and leave."

Pei Deyong thought about it for a long time: "Okay, okay, I'm causing trouble for you, Minister Zhao."

Minister Zhao did not reply.

Pei Deyong turned around and winked at everyone, then walked quickly to the car.

On the road.

Yang Nan held the gun in his right pocket and asked in a low voice: "I really can't find the video? Is this old man talking right? Otherwise, I will find two brothers from outside the area and tie up his little wife first."

"No need, Lao Zhao has made it very clear. He is a smart man and doesn't want to cause trouble." Pei Deyong shook his head.

On the roadside, Minister Zhao stood in the snow, squinting at Pei Deyong, and was slightly touched when he recalled his son's words in the living room.

…

Two days later, Jiangzhou.

Qi Lin stood in the large warehouse and shouted: "Cha Meng, it's snowing outside. Let's load the car quickly and run out for a distance first, otherwise it will be difficult to leave at night."

The other end.

Zhao Bao sneaked out from home.