After being harassed by the reporters, the members of the research and development team were very happy to get two days off.
Qu Sen and a few people from the design team simply packed up the equipment. In the afternoon, they asked for leave from Huang An and left through the small door in the backyard.
After eating two meals from Gao Sheng, he had to treat him back today.
As soon as he stepped out of the small door, his phone rang.
"Where are you? I've been waiting for you at the door for a long time. " Gao Sheng's voice came from the phone.
"There are reporters outside the front door. I came out from the back door. You can go around." Qu Sen explained helplessly and reported his location.
He thought that the reporters would leave after being scared by Cheng Wanqi, but they were quite resilient. Although they were no longer blocking the front door, they still wandered outside the front door. When they saw people coming out of the building, they rushed up with their microphones to interview them.
Everyone was annoyed and had to take a detour if they wanted to go out.
The reporters who dared to stay were from regular units. After Cheng Wanqi flipped out, their units had called the task force one after another to apologize for the irrational behavior of their reporters.
But the apology was just an apology. At the same time, they also said that it was the duty of a reporter to pay attention to the news topics that people were concerned about. You can choose not to be interviewed, but we still have the right to interview you.
Not only did they avoid the confidential unit, but they were also shameless enough to skirt the line. The leaders of the task force did not know what to do.
The reporters were also doing their job. They did not block the front door of the unit or even step over the cordon despite the warning.
They could not really detain them just because they were dedicated to their work.
"Hey, please wait a minute." As soon as Qu Sen hung up the phone, two reporters rushed over. Each of them held a recorder with a small microphone. They were about to stuff it into Qu Sen's mouth.
"What?" Qu Sen knew in his heart, but he pretended to be confused.
"Excuse me, are you a staff member here?" An older male reporter asked first.
"Here?" Qu Sen followed the gaze of the person who spoke and turned around to point at the headquarters of the technical innovation group. Seeing the other party nod, he laughed and said, "If only I could work here, I would become a civil servant."
"Then you are?" The two reporters were stunned.
"Car delivery?" Qu Sen spoke in an oyster-flavored dialect and answered like a fool.
"Give a car?" The younger reporters felt that their brains were not enough.
"Ah ~" Qu Sen nodded, then acted as if he had just come to his senses.
"Ah, Fuxin Road Volkswagen 4S Shop. Come to my shop for maintenance, we are responsible for picking up the car. The car will be cleaned and waxed, and the interior will be maintained. After the maintenance, the car will be sent home. You will definitely enjoy the experience.
I have a coupon here, welcome the two of you … "
Qu Sen was about to take something out of his pocket when the younger reporter finally couldn't take it anymore. He quickly reached out to stop him and said, "No, no, we don't have a Volkswagen car."
"It's okay if you don't have one. You can give it to a friend. It's definitely practical. Don't be fooled by the 5% discount, my signature is on it. You can tell the front desk that 10% off, 10% off! " Qu Sen made a "9" sign with his right hand and reached into his bag with his left hand clumsily looking for something. He looked very anxious.
"No, really, no! My relatives all ride bicycles. "
"How can that be, you're joking …"
"Really, please don't delay our work." The younger reporter was about to break down. He moved away from Qu Sen and urged him to leave.
"Hey, wait a minute." Qu Sen was just about to leave "unwillingly" when the older reporter called out to him again. He moved closer to him and pointed at the back door of the headquarters and asked, "Did you just go in from here?"
"No, I went in from the front door." Qu Sen answered inexplicably.
"Then how did you get in from here …"
"Ah, the people inside told me to come out from this door after picking up the car.
He even told me that if we were not allowed to talk nonsense during the interview, he would say that it was confidential or illegal. "Qu Sen looked as if he had seen that the two reporters had no hope of becoming his clients, so he ignored them.
"What's confidential about that? They're just scaring you. Come and tell me, what did you see when you came out of the building?" The reporter who asked the question was suddenly energized.
The younger reporter on the side stuffed the microphone into Qu Sen's mouth again and looked at the experienced senior with admiration.
"Stop it, you two. If I tell you, I'm afraid I'll be arrested. Who's going to bring me food then? Just focus on riding your bicycles. "Qu Sen curled his lips with a look of disdain and pulled his arm away to leave.
"Don't, how can you be so realistic at such a young age? Give me the coupons. Later, all the cars from our news agency will go to your store. "The older reporter seemed to have found a shortcut to make Qu Sen talk.
"Heh, if you're so capable, why are you still doing this kind of work at your age on such a hot day? Do you think I'm stupid just because I'm from another city? "
Qu Sen sneered and left without looking back. The two reporters held their microphones and stood there awkwardly.
"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and call the driver." The female reporter who had been waiting more than ten meters away poked the cameraman behind her when she saw Qu Sen walk over.
When the cameraman turned and ran to the parking lot, the female reporter put away the microphone in her hand and waved at Qu Sen with a smile. "Hey, Mister, do you know how to repair cars?"
"Ah, what?" Qu Sen stared at the female reporter and asked like a hothead.
"Well, our car has Xiao Mao's disease. Can you help take a look?" The female reporter said embarrassedly.
Seeing that Qu Sen didn't want to help at all, she quickly said, "I won't let you help for free. I'll pay you 50 for your time. Is that okay?"
"I don't know what's wrong with it. How would I know if 50 is enough?" Qu Sen immediately stopped when he heard that he could make money.
"Okay, then you can name the price when you see the car later. We have an interview mission here, so we really don't have time to repair the car in the store. "The female reporter explained with a smile.
Not far away, the young reporter who had been scolded by Qu Sen just now curled his lips in disdain and whispered, "Little guy, he's so naughty."
"Don't worry about it. That damn girl's performance this morning was too eye-catching. Maybe the police are holding back and finding fault with her now. She doesn't know when to stop and yet she's still showing off. If I were the chief editor of her news agency, I would have fired this troublemaker long ago. "
The older reporter glanced at Qu Sen and the female reporter, then turned his gaze back to the back door of the Technology Innovation Group's station.
While the two male reporters were whispering, a Santana with a piece of news sticker on it drove over.
"Sir, this is the car. Can you take a look at it?" The female reporter opened the back door of the car and called out to Qu Sen.
"What's wrong with the car?" Qu Sen didn't seem to understand. What was wrong with the car that needed to be fixed in the back seat?
"Oh, I don't know much about cars, so I can't explain it clearly. You're a professional, so you'll know once you take a look. "The female reporter called out to Qu Sen again and got into the car first.
Qu Sen saw too much? His Beetle was already parked on the side of the road not far away. He gestured at her vaguely and lowered his head to sit in the back seat of the Santana.
After Qu Sen got into the car, the female reporter reached over him to close the door. Seeing that Qu Sen was confused, she smiled and said, "Sir, it's like this. How about we do an interview?"
Seeing that Qu Sen was about to open the door and get out of the car without another word, she quickly pulled him back. "Don't be in such a hurry. Look at this."
Qu Sen turned his head and saw that the female reporter had already taken out two hundred yuan bills from her handbag.
"Heh ~" Qu Sen laughed in disdain and said with a mouth full of oyster flavor, "You should keep it for yourself. Last time, I helped a lady change her tire on the side of the road, and she gave me five hundred yuan for it. Do you think I'm a beggar? "After he finished speaking, he was about to open the door and get out of the car again.
"Don't be in such a hurry, brother!" The female reporter magically spoke with a bit of a northeastern accent. After pulling Qu Sen back, she explained patiently, "Brother, you see, my job isn't easy. Take this two hundred yuan as a small token of my appreciation. If you can really say something useful, the newspaper will pay you an informant fee. "
"How much?"
"Then we'll have to see what kind of valuable news you can provide, brother."
"I'm afraid that the money you give me won't be enough for me to eat in prison. The people inside told me that no matter what I saw in there, if I tell anyone, it'll be considered a leak and I'll have to go to prison. "
Although Qu Sen was talking big, he had no intention of moving at all. The female reporter obviously understood what he meant and reached into her handbag again.
She felt around for two seconds and when she took it out again, there were a few hundred yuan bills in her hand. She counted them together with the two hundred yuan in front of Qu Sen and found that it was exactly one thousand yuan. Then, she generously slapped the money on the seat.
"Big sister, what do you want to ask me?" Faced with the other party's generous actions, Qu Sen appeared to be a little weak.
"It's nothing. You just have to tell me what you saw inside."
"You … you, you're not a spy, right? Or … you're an intermediary company that specializes in selling information? "Qu Sen's face was full of vigilance and fear as he retreated towards the car door.
When the driver and the cameraman in the front passenger seat heard this, they immediately laughed.
"You've watched too many military movies and novels. What are you talking about? Are you stupid?" The female reporter reached out and patted Qu Sen. She held back her laughter and said, "We've been here all day. If you were a spy, you would've been caught by the police."
"Then, then did you record me? Threaten me to get the money back later. "Qu Sen said as he stretched his head to look at the camera in the cameraman's hand.
Seeing that the camera was off, he was still worried and reached for the microphone that the female reporter had placed on the seat.
"Don't joke around." The female reporter smiled and pushed away Qu Sen's hand that was reaching for the microphone. She picked it up and gestured to him that the switch was in the "off" position. Then she said, "What's the use of recording you? You're now an informant providing information, not an interview."
"Really?"
"Really!"
"Big sister, don't trick me!"
"Aiya, I'm not tricking you. Put the money away first." The female reporter directly stuffed the money into Qu Sen's pocket.
Then she took out a small notebook and pen from her bag and got into a writing position. She asked, "Come and tell big sister what you saw inside. From the moment you entered the door, the more detailed the better. "
Qu Sen covered his trouser pocket with one hand and looked uneasy. He stretched his neck and looked inside the car for a long time.
After making sure that there was no recording or video, he lowered his voice and said, "Today's incident is like this. In the morning, a colleague from the shop came to pick up the car. In the afternoon, when the car was delivered, he complained that there was no tip from a public office, so he didn't want to come.
I was on duty in the afternoon, so I had to make a trip.
When I entered the courtyard, I had to register first. Then, a police officer came to pick up the car. After that, I wanted to leave, so they let me leave through the back door. They also told me not to say anything during an interview.
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