Ouyang Lin had sharp eyes. She had just finished reporting the news about a black-hearted boss withholding wages for migrant workers at a construction site next to the wholesale market. When she was about to drive back from Yuan Fangguo's construction site, she suddenly discovered a completely different scene inside the construction site. She quickly stopped the car.
"Brother Zhang, let's go in and report." Ouyang Lin, who had a neat short hair, said to the cameraman.
When the cameraman saw that this news information was indeed a very good element, he immediately nodded, picked up the camera and followed Ouyang Lin straight to the construction site.
While they were waiting for them to arrive at the construction site, Yuan Fangguo was organizing everyone to distribute cash on the spot in a lively manner. Everyone had a happy smile on their face. With this money, the children's tuition, the family's New Year's goods... anything that was reasonable could be satisfied.
Yuan Fangguo did not notice the intrusion of Ouyang Lin and the cameraman until Ouyang Lin called him, then he turned around.
"Reporter Ouyang, it's you." He smiled shyly, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Mr. Yuan, can I interview you?" Ouyang Lin went straight to the point.
Yuan Fangguo subconsciously asked, "Why are you interviewing me? Is there a news clue here that you want?"
"Because you have a sense of integrity, which is rare among Chinese people nowadays." Ouyang Lin confessed frankly.
"Reporter Ouyang, you're flattering me." Yuan Fangguo smiled and said, "Our country has always been based on 'integrity'. Our five thousand years of fine traditions are also based on integrity."
Ouyang Lin was a little unwilling to accept this. She didn't want to miss such an excellent news lead in vain. She said seriously, "Mr. Yuan, that was in the past. But nowadays, there are very few people with such integrity. I hope you won't reject me, okay?"
Ouyang Lin graduated from the Communication University and exudes the aura and temperament of an intellectual woman. Yuan Fangguo is probably the first person who can reject her.
"Okay, I won't force you. But you have to tell the photographer to make me look more handsome." Yuan Fangguo said half-jokingly and half-seriously. The last time Ouyang Lin interviewed him at the private entrepreneurs' symposium in the district, he found that his tie was a little crooked when he was watching the news at home in the evening.
"You're quite humorous." Ouyang Lin said with a smile, "Brother Zhang, take some photos of Mr. Yuan that make him look more handsome. He wasn't satisfied with the last one you took."
"No problem, it depends on what price range Mr. Yuan wants to set." The photographer said humorously.
As soon as he saw a reporter interviewing him, before the interview even started, the project manager from the construction company quickly came over and said, "Comrade, you have to interview me as well."
"Why are we interviewing you?" Ouyang Lin was stunned.
"Whether Mr. Yuan is good or not, that's up to us to say. Let me tell you, you've absolutely hit the nail on the head. Honesty is Mr. Yuan's, no, it's the spirit of the Zhongguan Group..." The project manager was usually quite good at talking, and now he was not at all shy in front of the camera, and he spoke freely. Ouyang Lin even felt that interviewing him was more newsworthy than interviewing Yuan Fangguo.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yuan, I think they are more newsworthy than you." After interviewing the project manager, Ouyang Lin said to Yuan Fangguo with an apologetic look on his face.
Yuan Fangguo smiled brightly, "It's okay, Reporter Ouyang. Now everyone on this construction site is your interview target. You have the freedom to choose."
"Mr. Yuan is still straightforward." After Ouyang Lin finished speaking, he started communicating with another migrant worker next to him. At first, this migrant worker who was a little tongue-tied was reluctant to be interviewed, but he couldn't resist the urging of his fellow workers, so he had to bite the bullet and accept the interview.
"How do you feel after receiving your last salary before the New Year?" Ouyang Lin asked.
"Thank you boss for not delaying our wages as migrant workers. We have worked hard outside for a year and have been looking forward to getting our wages before the New Year. I have worked outside for more than ten years, and this is the first time that I have received all the money I deserve." As he spoke, the middle-aged migrant worker's voice began to choke. The project manager at the side was about to step forward to dissuade him, but was stopped by Ouyang Lin who waved his hand.
After interviewing this middle-aged migrant worker, everyone present had tears in their eyes, including Yuan Fangguo and Ouyang Lin.
"We can't help but ask, all levels have repeatedly emphasized that the wages of migrant workers must not be delayed, but it becomes so difficult when it reaches the grassroots level. Every migrant worker hopes that the salary before the New Year can be paid in time. This is not only their expectation, but also the expectation of a family..." This is Ouyang Lin's final remarks.
After the interview, it was almost time for lunch. Perhaps moved by the tearful voice of the migrant worker, Yuan Fangguo told everyone to have lunch together.
In an instant, warm applause broke out on the construction site.
However, not all workers went. After getting the money, some of them quickly took their tickets and headed straight to the train station or bus station. As time passed, they were getting closer and closer to home.
At noon, everyone was treated to a mutton hotpot meal. The TV station staff were also invited by Yuan Fangguo. During the meal, Yuan Fangguo chatted with Ouyang Lin for a long time.
"We'll do a good job on this news later." Ouyang Lin told Yuan Fangguo before leaving.
Yuan Fangguo smiled and waved at them without saying anything.
Just after sending Ouyang Lin and the others away, Yuan Fangguo's cell phone rang.
He picked up the phone and saw that it was Chen Feng calling.
Yuan Fangguo's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. Could it be that Chen Feng had come to Rongcheng for another meeting?
After a slight hesitation, he pressed the answer button.
"Fang Guo, I've been transferred to Chengdu." Chen Feng said loudly on the phone.
"Really?"
"Really? I've already completed the employment formalities at the provincial department. Let's have a good meal when we get out in the evening," said Chen Feng.
"Okay, I'll contact you later. How about inviting a few friends?" Yuan Fangguo immediately thought of the members of their Bashu Club. Chen Feng has a very generous personality and should be able to get along well with everyone.
"That would be the best, of course. I don't have any friends here, and I have to build up my connections bit by bit." Chen Feng was also very happy, after all, he could meet new friends.
"Then let's choose a quieter place, Brother Feng, I'll make the arrangements." Under the erosion of the biting cold wind, Yuan Fangguo had to speak loudly.
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