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When Yi Xinlian heard Zhao Feng's question, she asked with concern, "Brother Feng, are you in any trouble?"

Zhao Feng became even more impatient, and only because he still needed the help of the other party, he held back and said, "The things here are very complicated, and you don't understand if I tell you. Anyway, I need some money now. If you want it, you can lend it to me." Me, I'll give it back to you later."

"Tell me, although I don't understand, but if you tell me, maybe you can feel better."

How could Zhao Feng have the mood to say anything to Yi Xinlian, he didn't want to stay in this dark and cramped room at all, and he also had to endure the choking smell of oily smoke, as well as the oily and unappetizing coupling in front of him.

"What's the use of talking to you, what problems can you solve, you don't understand anything, so don't make trouble for me when I'm bored, do you have any money to lend me, if I don't have money, I'll leave, I have to return Think of another way."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Feng was about to stand up, but his mood was even worse. If he had known that he could not borrow money, he would not have wasted the taxi money to come here.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Yi Xinlian quickly said, "Brother Feng, wait a moment."

After she finished speaking, she opened the closet carefully, took out a small key from the bottom drawer, used the key to unlock the bedside table, took out a small box from inside, opened the box, and inside were some Banknotes of different denominations.

Zhao Feng pretended not to care, but still glanced at the box, saw Yi Xinlian took out all the hundred yuan bills from inside, counted them, it was about 1000 yuan, and then put the small box back , turned around and handed the money to him, "I just came here and rented this new house, this month's salary hasn't been paid yet, that's all."

Zhao Feng took it over, "I will return it to you, and I will return it to you when my work improves."

Yi Xinlian showed a shy smile, "Why are we still talking about this?"

Zhao Feng was the last thing to hear Yi Xinlian say such a thing, and since he had the money, he didn't want to stay any longer, so he said, "It's getting late, I'm going back."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

Yi Xinlian hurriedly took off her apron, "I'll give it to you!"

"No, I'll just go by myself." Zhao Feng went out after saying this, without giving Yi Xinlian a chance to see him off.

Yi Xinlian looked at the closed door, and then at the couple who had only eaten one, with obvious disappointment in her eyes.

She was not in the mood to eat, so she tidied up her things casually and went to clean up the dishes.

When her hand touched the cold water, she shivered.

She has no academic qualifications and no skills. Fortunately, she is still young and beautiful, so she serves dishes in restaurants, but her hands are a little tender, and they will wear out if she carries too many dishes. Drops of oil, now touch the water, some pain.

She thought that when Zhao Feng came last time, he said he would bring himself a hand cream, but this time he didn't give it to himself, maybe he forgot.

Yi Xinlian sighed, packed up her things, and went into the room, feeling a little worried, because living in Bincheng is really not easy.

The place she rented was so dilapidated, but because it was a one-bedroom apartment with its own kitchen, it would cost [-] a month. It was not that she had never thought about renting a shared kitchen, which would be more economical, but at that time she was thinking of herself You can often cook some delicious food with Zhao Feng. If you cook together, it will be a bit inconvenient to use the kitchen...

But after he moved here, Zhao Feng didn't come here a few times. If he had known earlier, he might as well have saved some money by renting a shared kitchen or living in a bed. [-] yuan, and I have to wait until [-] days before I get paid... Sigh!Yi Xinlian sighed.

And Zhao Feng, who walked out of Yi Xinlian's house, heaved a sigh of relief, walked quickly for a while, and then got into the car.

When he was in the car, he kept his hands in his pockets, touching the money Yi Xinlian gave him. He really wanted to know how much it was, but the law and order in this area was not very good, so he didn't check it.

After finally arriving at the dormitory, he took out the money, checked it several times, and found that it was only 200 yuan. He couldn't help but feel a little unhappy.

He said he would pay it back, but Yi Xinlian was so stingy and only gave him one thousand and two. He clearly saw that there were several 50 yuan notes in the box.

Besides, does she take herself for a fool?How could she only have more than 1000 yuan after working for so many years?

However, Zhao Feng curled his lips. A woman with no education naturally only sees petty profits. He feels that if he has no money now, he will have no money in the future. If he wants to be famous, he will show her.

As long as I write out the report just now and publish it, then my success will be just around the corner. When the time comes, Yi Xinlian...

Zhao Feng frowned, will he be able to get rid of Yi Xinlian by then?

He couldn't help but regret that he was ignorant when he was young, and he promised Yi Xinlian that as long as she provided for him to go to college, he would marry her in the future.

I really don't know what I was thinking back then, and what poison Yi Xinlian was pouring into me.

This Yi Xinlian is also wishful thinking. As a college student, how can she marry a woman who has never been in junior high school...

It's not that he thinks Yi Xinlian is bad, he thinks that Yi Xinlian still has some advantages, such as hard work, hard work, and good looks, but these don't mean that she is suitable for him.

I am a person with ideals and pursuits, but can Yi Xinlian understand what her ideals are?

When two people are together, if there is no spiritual communication, how painful it would be, and he can feel such pain now.

And he wants to keep improving. If he has money, he will definitely study, pursue further studies, and develop to a higher level.

But as for Yi Xinlian, even if she can stay where she is, she will be left further and further away by herself.

but……

After all, he had promised Yi Xinlian that he would marry her back then, and he was not a person who backtracked on his promises. Thinking of this, he felt that Yi Xinlian really didn't have self-knowledge. Doesn't she know that there is a big gap between the two of them now, why can't she take the initiative to understand the difficulty? And to retreat, but also eagerly leaning over.

Yes, his parents passed away early, and it was only thanks to Yi Xinlian's donation that he could get to where he is today, but he can't spend his whole life on it because of such kindness...

He thought, maybe he should find a chance to have a good talk with Yi Xinlian. He will return double the money and things she gave him, hoping that she can withdraw from his life automatically. If possible, he You can also give her the two acres of land in her hometown. After she goes back, it would be better if she married someone with the same culture as her.

Thinking this way, he opened his notebook, and he wanted to write the report quickly. When he had money, it would be better to bring the money to negotiate with Yi Xinlian. If Yi Xinlian was interested, he could give her some more. of.He believed that a blind woman like Yi Xinlian would be satisfied with some money.

What if Yi Xinlian insisted on marrying herself?

Zhao Feng frowned, of course he would not break his promise, if he refused, he would make it clear that all he can offer is marriage, without love, smart people know what to do.

As he thought this, the laptop beeped and started up.

Zhao Feng frowned when he heard the voice. This notebook was bought three years ago, and it cost more than 1 at that time. Although the speed is not bad now, it is an old model after all. Their newspaper staff use the latest model. Moreover, some people have two or three types at the same time, and use them for various purposes in different categories, which makes him unwilling to take his notebook to work.

But even with the latest model, they can't write their own reports that expose and report unhealthy social phenomena!

All of them can only sing praises, or write some gossip about it. They are all fat-headed moths, and none of them care about the country and the people.

Thinking of this, he sat in front of the computer, opened the document, and started typing in front of the pale computer light.

The next day, Zhao Feng came to the newspaper with the manuscript he wrote last night in high spirits. Although he still had serious dark circles under his eyes, his mental state was incomparably high-spirited.

When he arrived at the unit, he wanted to show the editor-in-chief the manuscript quickly, but he knocked on the door of the editor-in-chief's office, but found that the editor-in-chief hadn't come yet.

He curled his lips in disdain, the evil privileged class.

In his view, leaders should lead by example, come earlier than employees, leave later than employees, and do more than employees.

And their editor-in-chief, who arrives late and leaves early every day, smiles when he sees the leader, and frowns coldly when he sees the people below. The most he does all day is to act as a domineering or shout at them. Damn, if he had posted all the things he called his subordinates about being too creative on the Internet, maybe he would have become a well-known joker long ago.

Although he was disdainful, he still didn't dare to offend the leader, so he returned to his seat, his eyes glanced at the door for a while, and the door for a while, hoping to see the editor-in-chief walk into the office.

I don't know if his thoughts are too strong, but after 5 minutes, the editor-in-chief came to the office.

The editor-in-chief is a man who is nearly fifty years old. Although he appears on the wine table with all kinds of people almost every day, his figure is very sorry for the delicacies he has eaten and the various wines he has drunk. Good wine, no beer belly, it's fine, he's still thin and looks like he'll be blown away by the wind, but he's not short, so it's like a clothes pole poked there.

At this moment, standing beside him was a girl who seemed to be carved out of the same mold as him. She also had a slender body and a solitary curve. Although she was wearing a bohemian dress that fluttered like a celestial being, the only thing that was celestial was the skirt. On the contrary, this girl's figure is more like a flat washboard.

The editor-in-chief seemed to be in a good mood today. After he walked in with this girl, he clapped his hands twice, "This Miss Fan Sisi is your colleague from today on. Let's applaud and welcome everyone."

There was sparse applause in the office, but it was not satisfactory. The editor-in-chief nodded in satisfaction, and said to the girl, "Say hello to everyone."

The girl had a haughty look on her face, "If there is anything you don't understand in the future, just ask me."

After saying this, he turned around and asked the editor-in-chief beside him, "Dad, where should I sit?"

A look of helplessness flashed across the editor-in-chief's face, but he still pointed to a seat next to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the office, "Just sit there."

The girl Shi Shiran walked over, looked at the empty desk, frowned dissatisfiedly, and said to a female colleague in her thirties: "The potted plants on your desk are good, get me one too. bring it on."

The female colleague's expression was not very good, but she still said, "I bought this myself. If you like it, I can give it to you."

Fan Sisi nodded, "Then bring it here."

The female colleague was almost out of breath, and she had to deliver the things by herself. Do you want to say thank you again?

When I was complaining in my heart, Fan Sisi actually said: "You can only make do with this potted plant. After all, the environment here is simple, so I can only make do with it."

This time the female colleague was really convinced, she obediently sent her potted plant over, and put her hands on Fan Sisi's desk.

For such a person, what else can she do besides admitting defeat?

The editor-in-chief looked at the interaction between his daughter and her colleagues, sighed deeply, and said, "Come to the office with me first!"

My own daughter, although I think it is good no matter how I look at it, but she is too bad at dealing with others, and it is not good to be squeezed out by colleagues.

When Fan Sisi went out, the female colleague who just offered the potted plants let out a sigh of relief, "Well, a princess has just left this office, and a queen mother has come."

What she was talking about was the one who sat in Fan Sisi's seat before. It was a typical princess disease. Not to mention twisting the mineral water bottle, even taking a piece of paper to copy, she would rub her wrists for a long time when she came back.

It's also because she's so delicate all day long, always crying against the wind and hurting the moon. Whoever asks her to do something, she looks like everyone is bullying me. Before, because there was a trash can next to her assigned position, she almost made a fuss. Suicide, no one wants to cause trouble, so they put her in the best position in this office, and try not to assign work to her.

Forget it, she still wants all the men in the office to bow down under her princess dress, especially the male god in the office, but she is not much better than the queen mother, and the male god doesn't like her So in the end...it was a tragedy, the little princess ran away before the internship period came.

After all, the princess got sick and passed away. As a result...

Their office is really a tragedy. The female colleague feels that what can support her to stay is not the salary at all, but the office god.

Thinking of this, she looked at Xiao Zeyu. Although she was married, it was not against the law to just look at him.

Hey, the male god's cynical and prodigal expression is really charming. Although his private life is similar to his expression, anyway, I just look at it and don't plan to develop anything...

On her side, she comforted herself by admiring the male god, but Zhao Feng's heart was full of turmoil.

Why, why, he has been intern here for several months and hasn't received a regular contract yet, but when this Fan Sisi came, it was directly confirmed that he would work here in the future?

The editor-in-chief just said that she will be their colleague in the future, instead of her coming here for an internship first, Zhao Feng can still tell the difference.

This is the privileged class, Zhao Feng gritted his teeth in his seat, and sneered from the bottom of his heart.

If he could, he really wanted to go to the editor-in-chief's office and scold the editor-in-chief for using his power for personal gain, and wanted to sue the editor-in-chief for nepotism.

Zhao Feng clenched his fists tightly to restrain his own impulse. He knew that he couldn't do these things. This was not his compromise with the evil forces, but that he needed this job.

He needs this job not to maintain food and clothing, but because he has greater ambitions and ideals, so he needs to be patient for the time being, and when he stands on a higher height and is no longer afraid of these people, he will These unfair things can be crushed one by one.

Thinking of this, he suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, but smiled, and asked Xiao Zeyu, who was at the table next to him, "This is the editor-in-chief's daughter, what is it about?"

Xiao Zeyu glanced at Zhao Feng, "I came back from the Communication University of America after being gilded, so asking us to ask her if there is something I don't understand is not a lie."

Zhao Feng felt aggrieved again. If he had such a good family background, he could also be gilded, and if he had connections, he would definitely not look at people's faces like today, but would have broken out of his own world long ago. Oh, God is really unfair. People with real talents like him have nothing, but let those who only know how to eat, drink and play have everything.

Even though he thought so, he stood up and walked outside, "I'll wait for the editor-in-chief to finish talking with his new colleagues, and show me the manuscript."

The editor-in-chief in the office looked at his daughter helplessly, "Don't think that you are great because you came back from Communication University. The things you learned are just from books, and the real things are all you have to experience I understand. You have to know that insight into the world is knowledge, and understanding of human feelings is writing!"

He spoke earnestly, but Fan Sisi didn't appreciate it at all, "You're talking as if I didn't have an internship at all besides studying. You know, when I graduated, I got several offers. If you didn't insist on me Going back to China, if you say something about dedicating yourself to the country, I will not come back at all! If you were not my father, I would never have come to your tabloid office. I asked them to ask me for their own good, and I would tell them everything. Isn't it for your own good to let them learn some advanced concepts?"

The editor-in-chief knows that it is difficult for him to convince his daughter, which is why he would rather put on the hat of using power for personal gain than keep her by his side. At least she got into trouble, and he can watch it, and when she really learns to be a human being Do something, let it go.

Thinking of this, he waved his hand helplessly, "You go out first, but you have to remember that professional knowledge is not the most important thing. In our line of work, it's not enough to just know how to do things and not how to be a human being."

Fan Sisi became even more impatient, her father's brain was really rigid, she stood up and walked out, even slamming the door.

Editor-in-Chief Fan in the office sighed again, hoping that Fan Sisi would soon understand what he said about being a human being.

What he said about being a human is not being slick, deceiving others, and only considering one's own interests, but to abide by one's duty and know one's conscience and bottom line.

In this society, although many times you have to compromise with reality, but in more matters, you have to distinguish between right and wrong, and see right and wrong. It is not difficult to be a reporter or an editor, but it is difficult. It is to always have discerning eyes and a bright heart, and persevere.

When he was feeling emotional, Fan Sisi and Zhao Feng met in the corridor. Zhao Feng smiled at Fan Sisi, but Fan Sisi was unhappy because of the quarrel with his father, but Zhao Feng was handsome and his smile was friendly, so she nodded. He nodded and walked over.

Zhao Feng was unhappy with the other party's arrogance, but he had no choice but to move forward and knocked on the door of the editor-in-chief's office.

The editor-in-chief said please come in, but when he saw that it was Zhao Feng who came in, he suddenly had a headache.

This young man... He simply didn't know what to say!

Zhao Feng was very diligent in writing and appearing on the scene, but it was the things he brought back that people couldn't bear to look at directly. He didn't understand how a young man who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag could be so extreme.

But he still works so hard, which makes Editor-in-chief Fan only increase his tolerance. After all, hard work is also a virtue. He only hopes that he can wake up this young man and tell him not to go his own way. If he can wake up, the future will still be very nice.

With this in mind, Editor-in-Chief Fan took the USB flash drive that Zhao Feng handed over and connected it to the computer.

After reading it, he was exhausted from talking with his daughter just now, and he was too lazy to get angry, so he just said calmly, "In the future, you don't have to worry about the affairs of Dihua Community, you should interview celebrities' gossip more. "

Since he is so good at digging and has such a big brain, let him write these, let him write social news, sooner or later something will happen!

Editor-in-Chief Fan thought he had found a way to get the best of both worlds, but unexpectedly Zhao Feng already hated him to death.

But he didn't show it at all. Instead, he showed a grateful expression, and asked again, "Editor-in-Chief, what happened to me?"

Editor-in-Chief Fan didn't have the strength to wave Zhao Feng off, "Publish one more paper, and I'll make you a regular."

Zhao Feng was very happy, but he was cursing in his heart, how could he have time to write any papers now, he was making things difficult for himself!