Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Do you understand the freedom of the press?"

"What's wrong with us taking pictures? We have the right to take pictures?"

"Using your gate is to give you face, isn't the gate built to be photographed?"

"If we are protesting here in a foreign country, you have to provide free drinks and water, you know? Otherwise, someone has heat stroke, and you can't eat and walk around."

The students stood at the forefront of the resistance, using eight-hand information they didn't know where to hear, and faced a group of police officers who rushed towards them.

Yes, after receiving Captain Zhong's report, the sub-bureau quickly sent him a group of backup, but not even a high-level cadre, and made it clear that Captain Zhong would be in charge.

Captain Zhong didn't have any temper, or rather, he gave up completely. He just directed the police officers to set up the surrounding area first, then looked at Geng Xin, the secretary who came with him, and said, "Director, we domestic reporters, I will leave it to you. gone."

Bo Geng Xin nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, I'll do it."

To be honest, his expression was not relaxed either. Crowd control is a complex issue in any country, and things can go wrong. It is even more dangerous to face reporters.

"I am Geng Xin, the person in charge of the security department of the Genetic Engineering Laboratory. Now I am going to check your media credentials. The reporters from the domestic media first, please line up and check them for me one by one." When Geng Xin said this , I was still quite sad.

From today onwards, he will no longer be able to do work like "eighteen years in the enemy's camp".

Bo Gengxin held a loudspeaker and said it in Chinese, Xu Zhengping cameo as an interpreter, and said it again in English, immediately stunned many students.

However, many people still reacted quickly, and someone immediately shouted: "Why should I check you?"

While this man was speaking, a cadre with a camera showed him a photo, and the student who was shouting was a little timid.

"We are interviewing normally, why do we need to check the documents?" The reporter stood up and said a little more courageously.

"Normal interview, can't you accept the ID check?" Geng Xin said calmly, and Xu Zhengping also translated calmly.

The reporter who spoke was stunned, and the reporter next to him chimed in: "Since you agree that we are doing normal interviews, you don't need to check our credentials."

"If you don't check your credentials, how do I know if you are real reporters or fake reporters? Are you really interviewing or making trouble?" Bo Geng Xin smiled slightly, letting the guns and short guns be pointed at him, with a calm demeanor.

Several Chinese reporters looked at each other, discussed in low voices for a while, and finally someone stood up and handed the ID to Geng Xin.

Geng Xin got the book, read it over and over again, got someone to record it, and handed it back.

"Okay?" asked the reporter whose media credentials had been checked.

"Let's do that for now." Bo Geng Xin looked at the others again, and said, "Please take out your ID."

The others had no choice but to take out their documents one by one.

Geng Xin was still recording in order, and finally checked everyone's ID, saying: "Please wait a moment."

The reporters naturally clamored, but Geng Xin ignored it. It was not until a few minutes later that a telephone line from the laboratory rang, and he picked up the receiver and said "Hello".

Ten seconds later, Geng Xin took the microphone away from his ear and asked, "Reporter Zhang Fuge, please come here."

The crowd fell silent again.

Zhang Fuge was the first reporter who handed over his certificate, frowning hesitantly, and asked: "What else is there, you insisted on the certificate, so why don't you have to check it twice?"

"The editor-in-chief Lei Ming, editor-in-chief Jiang Mao, president Wang Hongda, and secretary Chen Lihui of your newspaper are all online." Bo Gengxin stretched the microphone forward and said, "They want to speak to you."

"I..." Zhang Fuge really wanted to say that when he came out, he was approved by the editor-in-chief, but for a moment, Zhang Fuge didn't say this.

Bo Geng Xin stretched out his hand with the microphone in his hand, as if waiting for his decision.

Zhang Fuge looked at the microphone, as if thinking about whether to answer it.

There was an impulse to tell Zhang Fuge that he could refuse to answer the call, and then stay on the spot, and then...

Then, Zhang Fuge still stepped forward and answered the phone.

He can be honest with the book Geng Xin, he can fight against Captain Zhong in uniform, and he can despise a research institute, but Zhang Fuge can't do any of them when he is familiar with the editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief, president and secretary.

Without the support of the newspaper, he didn't even have a place to publish the article.

Lifetime employment is a favorable condition for journalists to become uncrowned kings. Under normal circumstances, no matter whether it is a newspaper office, a government, or a state-owned enterprise, it is difficult to make a decision to fire a reporter.

For journalists, job transfer is certainly a terrible thing, but it is still much more comfortable than real unemployment and no life.

But under certain circumstances, lifetime employment can also be a cage.

A reporter not only depends on the newspaper for his income, but also his house is allocated by the newspaper, his children are likely to be studying in the newspaper’s school, his wife’s job may also be taken care of by the newspaper, his medical care and even his father’s medical care are all dependent on the newspaper. It may be at the newspaper's account. Two years earlier, food stamps were issued by newspapers...

"Hello." Zhang Fuge's voice was a little weak, and the earpiece was placed next to his ear, as if deliberately staying away.

After this sound, Zhang Fuge didn't say a word.

But he didn't let the receiver go, either.

Two minutes later, Zhang Fuge silently put down the microphone, looked forward again, with tears in his eyes, but turned around resolutely, turned his back to Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory, and left the scene.

"Reporter Qian Xinyuan, please come here." Bo Gengxin's expression did not change at all, as if he had expected it, he called another name.

For Bo Geng Xin, it was too easy to deal with a few stupid reporters and Yang Rui's resources to pierce the sky. Once upon a time, his skills were primed to turn against the trained capitalist cadres.

Three minutes later.

Reporter Qian Xinyuan left.

The protesting crowd burst into an uproar, shouting one after another, and were extremely resistant to Geng Xin's continued calling by name.

"Reporter Mei Zheyan." Bo Gengxin ignored the crowd and continued calling names.

Several students exchanged glances, rushed to the front, turned their backs to reporter Mei Zheyan, blocking his way, but on the surface, they yelled at the book Geng Xin: "Are you trying to destroy each other? It's too shameless No more! We won't answer your calls anymore..."

"Please give way." Reporter Mei Zheyan forcefully broke away from the students' obstruction.

He is an adult and has his own responsibilities. Seeing that there are problems in political speculation, he immediately has new ideas.

After all, the students were inexperienced, so they didn't resort to forcing people to stay, and watched Mei Zheyan answer the phone.

"I see, I'm about to leave." Mei Zheyan spoke into the microphone what she had thought about for a long time.

Bo Gengxin smiled, nodded to Mei Zheyan, and then looked at the crowd, as if to continue the roll call.

"I'm leaving first." A domestic reporter put down his camera and came out with his head bowed.

"Forget it, I'll go back too."

"I... well, let's go."

The remaining few domestic reporters did not wait for the phone to ring again, and walked out of the crowd one by one, attracting the attention of many foreign reporters.

"Zhou, you can't leave. Zhou, didn't you still say that you are willing to contribute to your ideal?" A blonde female reporter grabbed the last middle-aged reporter in the crowd.

The latter really hesitated.

"Zhou, stay here. This is the best opportunity to fulfill your dream of being a reporter and be a real journalist who defies power and only reports the facts."

Reporter Zhou lowered his head and said, "I can't just think about myself, I..."

"That's right, there are too many people waiting for you to save. Zhou, cloning sheep is just the first step in Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory. Can you imagine that they will stop automatically? Impossible, they must be saved." Only by letting the public know that cloning is wrong will it be possible to further stop them and stop the spread of cloning." The blonde female reporter held reporter Zhou's rough, freckled hand and said solemnly: "Zhou, can you imagine a Is the world full of cloned people and cloned animals? Everyone goes to the hospital to clone themselves, and maybe some people will use clones to do bad things. Everyone must be careful in their lives, for fear that one day, they will lose themselves The cells of the human hair were extracted, and then the clone replaced itself..."

Zhou Yi stood there with a blank face, did not leave immediately, and did not retreat again.

"Foreign journalists, please show your media credentials now. Those with media credentials please stand up, those without media credentials, please pack up your equipment and report to Captain Zhong in 3 minutes." Bo Gengxin did not wait for the last hesitant Chinese reporters, through Xu Zhengping, asked him to give orders to foreign media reporters in English.

A group of reporters raised their weapons—cameras and cameras, pointed at the image of Geng Xin, and pressed the shutter fiercely, as if they could use this to knock him down.

"We don't need a press accreditation."

"You can't hide the truth."

"We're reporting for people all over the world."

"Freedom of the press, freedom of the media!"

It is only natural that none of the foreign journalists present could get the media credentials issued by the Chinese side. Although the domestic control has been relaxed a bit, the control of the media has not been relaxed at all. A compliant foreign media certificate not only has the date, date and location, but also an interview outline.

Who is crazy to give them such a media card.

A group of foreign reporters were all facing the outside with their cameras, as if they were facing a big enemy.

Geng Xin just smiled, waved his hand, and said, "Take them all away."

"Take... take away?" Captain Zhong was already ready to order the expulsion, but he was a little surprised when he heard this order.

Bo Gengxin was very disdainful of Captain Zhong's reaction. In his opinion, this was a pure layman.

Book Geng Xin looked ahead, and whispered: "The duty room on the south side of the courtyard wall has been vacated, you take them there, strip them all, from hair inspection to **, so that no one hides tapes or films ?Also, men test men, women test women, don't mess around."

"But...but..." Captain Zhong didn't expect that there would be something more explosive, and he was completely dumbfounded. You are just a laboratory, why don't you be so stupid?

"Be careful not to let people run away." Bo Gengxin interrupted Captain Zhong's muttering, and urged: "Hurry up."

"However, if we do it like this, we will be scolded to death."

"If you don't check, they won't scold you?" Bo Gengxin looked at Captain Zhong like a fool, and said, "Or do you like to be scolded with pictures?"