Chapter 84 Master and Disciple
Although Qin Yani is young, the reports she writes are timely, the information is detailed, and the insights are profound, which has won the editor-in-chief's appreciation.
The newspaper's reporting assignments often require traveling, and Qin Yani is a "workaholic" who is unwilling to lag behind. When encountering major news, she will take the initiative to volunteer and rush to the scene of the news.
She told Xie Ming that journalists should look at everything with a skeptical eye and only believe what they see and verify. The first element of news is truth.
That summer, there were heavy rains for several days and severe flood disasters. Qin Yani went to the outskirts of the city to interview the front line of flood control and disaster relief. Seeing that the heavy rain was blocking traffic, she called her husband and said that she might not be able to come back.
Her husband, contrary to his usual behavior, did not nag her about not coming home at night. Instead, he reminded her to be careful.
Somehow, after Qin Yani hung up the phone, she felt uneasy and always felt that something was going to happen. She had been away from home for many years and had never had this feeling before. After completing the interview task, she thought about going back.
The military personnel interviewed said that they had transport trucks carrying supplies that also had to go back and could take them along.
Qin Yani and Xie Ming took the car back overnight. She was restless along the way. After returning to the city, she told Xie Ming that she would go home first, and the two of them exchanged information online.
Qin Yani returned home late at night in the rain and saw the most unbearable scene.
Seeing is believing indeed.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would hardly believe that the naked, sweaty, foul-mouthed man in front of her was actually her always honest husband.
She was stunned by the scene before her and stood at the door, not knowing how to react.
The couple finally realized something was wrong. Qin Yani's husband got off the woman and saw Qin Ya. He was so panicked that he didn't even wear pants. He fell to his knees in front of her and burst into tears: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Yani, it's all my fault..."
Qin Yani was dumbfounded, stunned and at a loss.
Even the naked woman on the bed was frightened and sat there blankly, forgetting to put on her clothes.
Qin Yani's husband burst into tears, crawled on his knees, grabbed Qin Yani's hand, and slapped himself in the face, "Yani, Yani, I deserve to die, I deserve to die, hit me, hit me..."
Qin Yani lowered her eyes to look at her husband, who turned out to be such a stranger. The fat on her naked body trembled with his movements, layer upon layer. What was even more disgusting was his "tool of crime", which was hanging and exposed, and was extremely ugly and disgusting.
Qin Yani finally woke up. She used all her strength to break free, turned around, pushed open the door, and fled.
Outside, it was raining heavily, and the umbrella in her hand was broken by the wind and bent down.
Qin Yani threw away the broken umbrella and walked in the puddles, slipping with every step. She wanted to cry but had no tears, and her whole body was soaked.
I have no idea where I come from or where I am going.
The five-year love and marriage life collapsed on this rainy night.
Qin Yani walked aimlessly in the heavy rain, regardless of the wind and rain, and the darkness. What kept flashing before her eyes was the image of her husband having sex with a woman. The naked and obscene scene made her finally unable to hold back and bend over, holding the railing to vomit.
She vomited violently, vomiting out all the instant noodles left in her stomach, even the bile, with snot and tears running down her face, and her mouth full of bitterness.
After she finished vomiting, Qin Yani wiped her nose with her hand and looked up, only to realize that she actually had nowhere to go.
She thought of the unfinished manuscript, gritted her teeth and turned back to the newspaper office.
She waded through the accumulated water carefully and walked for more than an hour to reach the office. When she entered, she saw Xie Ming busy at his desk.
Xie Ming was shocked when he saw Qin Yani, who was soaked all over. "Master, didn't you go home? Why are you here again?"
Qin Yani kept her lips tightly closed and ignored him. She just tied her wet hair behind her head with a rubber band, sat down at her workstation and turned on the computer.
Seeing her pale face and soaked clothes, Xie Ming quickly ran over to pour a cup of hot water and placed it next to her. He said anxiously, "Master, your clothes are all wet. You'll catch a cold if you use the air conditioner."
"Shut up." Qin Yani was annoyed by his noise. "Mind your own business and don't bother me. Have you finished the information I asked you to look up?"
Xie Ming was scolded by her and was confused. He looked at his master's pale face and didn't dare to say a word. He returned to his computer and continued to organize the information. He sat at his seat for a while, then got up and ran to turn off the air conditioner.
The building was enclosed, the air was stuffy, and the temperature rose. After a while, Xie Ming was sweating profusely. He glanced at Qin Yani who was concentrating on writing beside him, moved his lips, and wanted to say something, but still said nothing.
The two worked silently in the office, with only the sound of typing keyboards and the crackling sound of fluorescent lights.
That night, Qin Yani and Xie Ming stayed up all night to complete an in-depth report on the city's flood relief and rescue efforts, and sent it to the editor-in-chief.
The next day at work, editor-in-chief Qin Yani called her to the office and said in a carefully considered tone that the content was too real and would have an impact, and asked her to revise it.
Qin Yani was angry but dared not say anything, and came out of the editor-in-chief's office with a lot of anger in her heart.
Before she even reached her workstation, her vision went black and she fell to the ground. In the chaos, Xie Ming carried her on his back, went downstairs and took a taxi to a nearby hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with a high fever and a severe cold.
Xie Ming was busy running around. By noon, when he had settled Qin Yani in the infusion room, it was already noon. Xie Ming then remembered that they had not even had breakfast.
He went downstairs to buy some white porridge and light dishes, and walked into the infusion room. He saw Qin Yani sobbing softly with her hands covering her face. He could not see her face, only her clenched fists and her trembling body.
"Master..." Xie Ming put down the porridge and sat down on the stool beside her. After waiting for a long while, he said softly, "Eat. Only when you are full will you have the energy to cry."
Qin Yani took her arm away, stared at him with red eyes, and spat for a long time: "Little brat, what do you know."
Xie Ming said, "I don't know anything, but I know that Master is a good reporter. Nothing can defeat you."
Qin Yani was stunned for a moment, then her eyes turned red and she burst into laughter, cursing, "Flatterer,"
Xie Ming chuckled, "I just love to flatter people. As long as the master is happy, that's all." He opened the lid of the takeaway box and said, "Master, take a look. Are you satisfied with the food?"
Qin Yani hadn't eaten for a day and a night and was already hungry. She raised her chin and commanded, "Bring it to me."
Xie Ming carefully carried the plastic lunch box and the plastic spoon, looked at her hand that was on the IV drip, hesitated and said, "Master, how about I feed you? Your hand is not convenient."
"I'm not disabled yet. You don't need to feed me. Just hold the food for me." Qin Yani propped herself up and ate the porridge in small bites from the lunch box held by Xie Ming with her hand that was not on an IV. As she ate, tears came down again.
Xie Ming held the lunch box in one hand and took the low-quality napkin given by the small restaurant in the other hand and handed it to Qin Yani: "Master."
"Call me Sister Yani. Stop calling me Master. You can become a disciple now." Qin Yani sniffed and said, "Master, Master, you're making me feel old."
"Sister Yani." Xie Ming called her affectionately.
Qin Yani thought for a moment and said to him, "I might be busy for a while and won't have the energy to write anymore. I'll leave my reports to you. Just give them to me to review after you're done, and I'll sign them with your name."
Xie Ming was both surprised and sad. He had long wanted to report independently according to his own ideas, but he did not have the qualifications. Now Qin Yani took the initiative to propose it, which made him very happy. However, seeing Qin Yani's worried and sad look, he felt sad.
Sure enough, not long after, rumors spread in the newspaper that Qin Yani had moved out of her home, rented a house in a community near the newspaper, and insisted on getting a divorce. The reason for the divorce was still unclear, but her husband had talked to his superiors several times and asked them to persuade her.
Qin Yani's husband is also in the cultural system and has some indirect acquaintances with the leaders of the newspaper. The leaders had no choice but to come forward and persuade her several times. Qin Yani's firm attitude made the leaders lose face.
After a while, some people said that Qin Yani and her little apprentice were very close. They were often seen eating together in a small restaurant next to the newspaper office. Sometimes there was also a girl, who was said to be Xie Ming's cousin.
Half a year later, Qin Yani got divorced and took the transfer order to her superior to ask for her release. She changed her career from a journalist to a host. She has a bright and beautiful appearance, is dignified and intellectual, and possesses the professional qualities of a journalist, and gradually became liked by the audience.
Xie Ming hadn't seen her for a long time, and gradually they lost contact.
The traffic was stuck in traffic for a long time. Qin Yani was anxious to hold a meeting and asked the driver what was going on.
The online taxi driver checked WeChat for a while, then turned to her and said, "It looks like there's going to be traffic jams for a while. Look, the road is red." He pointed to the map on his phone to show her.
"There was a traffic accident?" Qin Yani asked casually.
Looking in the rearview mirror, he said to Qin Yani, "Something seems to have happened up ahead. Someone is causing trouble in front of the Chengguang No. 1 building."
"Why are you making trouble?" Qin Yani asked again with a frown.
"Hey, I heard that the price of this property used to be over 20,000, but now the final batch is discounted to over 10,000, which is millions cheaper. The previous buyers are upset and are blocking the gate to the complex, holding banners and causing trouble."
"It's so much cheaper?" Qin Yani was a little surprised.
"Yes, even if a house is only 100 square meters, it still costs one million. Moreover, most of them have large houses, so that means millions are gone. How many millions can ordinary people have? They use up the money that the whole family has saved for a lifetime to buy a house, and they also carry debts for decades..." The online car-hailing driver sighed helplessly.
"There's nothing we can do about it." Qin Yani said indifferently.
She now knows what to report and what not to report. She now fully agrees with the advice given by her editor-in-chief: "News that are too true are not suitable for everyone to see."
"Yeah, the developers made a lot of money, but the common people are the ones who are suffering. All their money is tied up in houses, and it's hard to find a job now..." The driver grumbled.
Qin Yani remained silent and did not answer. Now facing this kind of incident, she had long been indifferent and unconcerned.
"Damn it, they're all a bunch of losers. They can't even handle such a small matter. They're just a bunch of useless people." Gu Zhicheng hung up the phone and slammed his palm on the table. "Can't they use some tough measures?"
The teacup on the table bounced a few times, spilling a pool of tea onto the table.
"What do you want them to do? Use wooden sticks and high-pressure water guns to disperse those people?" Gu Ningwei said with a sneer.
"Nonsense." Gu Zhicheng turned around and glared at him, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. "What if I don't resort to trickery? Do you want me to apologize to them? It's not my turn to lower the price of the property. I don't want to sell it at a higher price and make more money? What a joke."
Gu Ningwei said, "You gave them instructions to deal with it forcefully, but have you ever thought about the consequences of this approach?"
"What are the consequences? Will he die?" Gu Zhicheng still stared at him.
"Yes, someone is dead." Gu Ningwei nodded with a serious expression.
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