Le Qian.
After that, Jiang Xu turned around and walked out of the classroom. This would be the last lesson he would teach at Qinghe University.
The young man quietly raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
Right now, in everyone's eyes, Hope Media seemed to be standing against the Wang Clan. It was as though they were deliberately targeting the Wang Clan.
But before he could even take two steps, a young man in a suit suddenly bumped into him. This young man was walking very fast, so when he bumped into Jiang Xu, Jiang Xu, who was on crutches, nearly lost his footing and fell to the ground.
The door of the newspaper office was broken, as though it had just been smashed by someone. Only an old editor was left in the office.
Jiang Xu resolutely turned around and walked out of the building before getting into his car.
But in the end, they still chose to take down Hope Media, which was a faster and more effective method. As long as they could capture the footage of Jiang Xu having a secret meeting with the Wang Clan, the reporter and newspaper that published the news would instantly become famous.
The students' interest was immediately piqued. Chief Editor Jiang Xu rarely mentioned his past, so this lesson was worth it!
"You must be investigating some unfair practices, right?" The female student said loudly, "Maybe you're hiding in some consortiums to investigate."
Zhang Chentong came up behind him. "Chief Editor, the car is ready. The students at Qinghe University are also waiting."
As Jiang Xu watched the truck getting further and further away, he said to Zhang Chentong, "Drive me to Qinghe University. Please tell Qinghe University that I've changed my class schedule today and will take up everyone's lunch break."
Jiang Xu waved it off and said it was fine. Then he looked at the billboard thoughtfully.
Finally, he looked back at the house he had lived in for decades. The garlic sprouts had just sprouted in the yard, and the sun was shining brightly.
Suddenly, he stopped walking towards Qinghe University and turned around to walk down another street.
"Nice to meet you. Good luck. Take care."
Jiang Xu looked at the passerby who asked him a question. He smiled and said, "Yes."
With that, Jiang Xu left.
Gao Qinrong.
Jiang Xu was stunned for a moment. Then he smiled and said, "Luna, did you feel something too?"
"Alright, I understand." The chubby driver nodded seriously. He hesitated for a moment before suddenly asking, "Chief Editor, is something going to happen?"
"When we first met, you were sitting in the conference room like an ordinary teenager. When you wrote 'don't let the sorrow of the times become your sorrow', my heart was touched, but I always felt that these words shouldn't be said at your age. But at this moment, I'm very happy because I'm certain that you're a practitioner of this saying. Thank you for protecting Hope Media that day. This let us know that Hope Media isn't alone on the path of upholding principles and truth … "
"This war has made me realize that Qinghe University has protected you guys too well in the past. You should really go out and see what changes have taken place in the world. That way, you can become more pragmatic." Jiang Xu said, "I believe in your potential, so the moment you start growing up, you'll definitely change rapidly."
After that, more and more Hope Media upheld its principles, and Jiang Xu became more and more respected. So much so that everyone could not help but greet Jiang Xu whenever they saw him.
The old editor adjusted his glasses. "We don't hire idlers here."
Jiang Weisuo, who was investigating the Zhou Clan's Kong Clan dairy fraud, was beaten to death in retaliation.
But today was different. The news of the phased victory at the front had somehow reached Luoyang City. When someone saw Jiang Xu smiling, they could not help but come up to him and ask, "Chief Editor, you look like you're in a good mood today. Did you also receive news of the victory at the front lines?"
He still believed that academics were not equal to politics.
Li Yue 'er's eyes lit up. "Really?"
Walking down the street, many pedestrians would smile and greet Jiang Xu when they saw him.
They would also feel fearful and uneasy, and they would also panic.
With that, Jiang Xu sat on a walnut stool used to change his shoes at the entrance. He held the tiny Garfield in his arms and gently tickled it.
…
Jiang Xu no longer looked at him. Instead, he looked at the huge Luoyang City. This was where he had lived his entire life. Before this, he knew this day would come sooner or later, and he was even afraid of it.
These names were engraved on the walls of Hope Media, reminding all the reporters of the path they had to take.
The students in the audience suddenly felt that Chief Editor Jiang Xu seemed a little different today. It was not just the content of the lecture.
When the chubby driver saw that Jiang Xu did not look flustered, he felt relieved.
Jiang Xu squatted down with difficulty and placed the cat's nest on the ground. Then he handed the cat to Li Yue 'er and said with a smile, "You used to like to play with Luna the most. I'll give her to you now, okay?"
But when it came to this moment, he was no longer afraid.
The gunman in black had wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape. But when he saw the young man in the suit, he raised his gun, aimed it at his chin, and pulled the trigger.
There was already a chubby driver waiting there. Jiang Xu smiled and greeted him, "You've gained weight again."
At this time, the Wang Clan's team had been lingering in Luoyang City, hoping to see Jiang Xu. Many reporters from other media outlets had also come here, hoping to get a picture of Jiang Xu interacting with the Wang Clan.
…
At this moment, a young man in a suit sprinted over from the street. His face was covered in blood.
Most of the time, Jiang Xu had a private car to take him to Qinghe University. However, the people from Hope Media knew that Jiang Xu had a little hobby. When he was in a good mood, he would slowly walk over on his own without needing a car.
Many years ago, Jiang Xu had become the most respected person in Luoyang City after his leg was broken. At that time, many people would take the initiative to greet Jiang Xu when they saw Jiang Xu.
Jiang Xu carried the cat into the house and cleaned up the cat's litter and toys. Then he picked it up and walked outside.
At this moment, someone asked, "Chief Editor, there's a rumor going around that the Wang Clan sent people to destroy the Kyung Clan's nuclear test site during the war. Is that true? I heard that the Kyung Clan is about to hold a press conference. "
Jiang Xu wrote four letters in a row, addressed to different people.
"It's true." Jiang Xu smiled and rubbed Li Yue 'er's little head. The little girl's watermelon hair was messed up, but her attention was completely focused on Luna.
Jiang Xu was stunned. He did not expect this matter to spread so quickly. However, he did not intend to answer this question. "Before there's any conclusive evidence to prove that the Wang Clan did it, I can't express my opinion. Alright, I still have to rush off to teach my students. "
The responsibility of Hope Media was to record the truth. They could not erase the credit of the Wang Clan, even if everyone was very dissatisfied with the Wang Clan.
But it was precisely at a time like this that Jiang Xu could not meet the Wang Clan. If he were to start reporting good news about the Wang Clan right after meeting the Wang Clan, those people who were waiting to see the collapse of Hope Media would immediately make a big deal out of it.
After Zhang Chentong left, Jiang Xu walked across Qinghe University's Hongde Square with his cane. He walked past the tree-lined path next to the tennis court and the sculpture of a dripping fountain in the middle of the school.
The residents of Luoyang City started fleeing. Amid the flames, a huge plume of black smoke rose into the sky.
"The living conditions here are good." The chubby driver said with a smile, "Why did you suddenly …"
"Investigative reporters? Are there different categories for reporters? "the young Jiang Xu wondered.
There was also his younger self.
It seemed that Luna and Li Yue 'er were very familiar with each other, so it did not resist at all when the little girl hugged it.
In an instant, the cat stretched out its paws comfortably and looked very cute.
It also felt like a silent farewell.
A young man in a suit looked at Jiang Xu's corpse from afar. He said into his earpiece, "Mission failed. Evacuate. I repeat, mission failed. Old Tang, evacuate as soon as possible. "
After that, Jiang Xu smiled and bade farewell to everyone.
The pedestrians jumped for joy. "Did you hear that? The chief editor has also received the news. We've indeed won a great battle at the front lines!"
When the little girl named Li Yue 'er looked up and saw Jiang Xu, she said in surprise, "Grandpa Jiang Xu! Daddy and Mommy have both gone to work. I'm home alone! "
Hope Media had always been the leader of the media world. Many media outlets wanted to get ahold of it and push this behemoth of the industry down from its pedestal.
When he arrived at the classroom, it was already full of students. Jiang Xu said with a smile, "Sorry, I was held up by something, so I didn't manage to attend the morning classes. I'm very sorry for taking up everyone's lunch break."
Although they adhered to the principle of recording the truth, Hope Media had indeed reported too much negative news about the Wang Clan during this period.
They still believed that the academic world was different from the political world.
Zhang Chentong was waiting outside the classroom. He was about to drive Jiang Xu away after class. However, Jiang Xu said to him, "Why don't you go back to Hope Media first? I want to walk around on my own."
The young Jiang Xu smiled brightly. "Don't worry, I won't turn back even if I hit a brick wall."
The students were stunned. They did not expect Jiang Xu's past to be so plain.
Jiang Xu returned to his office and looked around silently. Then he took out a stack of paper and sat down at his desk. He filled his fountain pen with ink and wrote, "Xiaosu, first of all, congratulations to the Northwest Army for their great victory at Mount Zuoyun. I was very encouraged when I heard the news. Before this, I always thought that Fortress 178 might stay out of this. But it turns out that I was wrong. But after learning that I had misjudged the situation, I'm very happy. "
Actually, as long as those media outlets insisted on telling the truth and recording the truth like Hope Media did, they could also rise rapidly in this era and gain the trust of the people.
Now that the war was about to end, Hope Media would definitely report some news that was beneficial to the Wang Clan in the future. That was because the Wang Clan had indeed won the war in the end.
At 10: 20 in the morning, Zhang Chentong was reviewing manuscripts in his office when he saw Jiang Xu's figure through the glass.
Actually, many people thought that the reporters from Hope Media were all brave, decisive, and fearless. But in fact, Jiang Xu knew very well that the people he said he knew were no different from ordinary people.
This was probably the answer in every student's mind.
"Of course." The old editor smiled. "This is the most dangerous profession among reporters, and it's also the most difficult path to take in the world."
But the moment the young man disappeared, a huge neon billboard not far from Jiang Xu suddenly fell to the ground with a loud crash.
"The path of adhering to principles and the truth is arduous and dangerous. I've known it from the beginning. But if this path needs a founder, I, Jiang Xu, am not the first, and I won't be the last. "
Gunshots and explosions rang out as Jiang Xu walked calmly in this noisy world. He stopped at an intersection and looked at a young man in black standing on the opposite street.
Jiang Xu walked over to the wall with his walking stick and used his sleeve to gently wipe away the dust on "each of them."
Someone had secretly asked him why, and Jiang Xu's answer was that when a person was in a good mood, they would see the world with a particularly clear and beautiful gaze. A person's life was very short, and there were not many times when they were in a good mood. So such a good scenery had to be cherished.
The moment he stepped out of the school gate, a huge fire suddenly erupted on the street next door. It seemed like someone was fighting there.
In an instant, an Amber Golden Dragon flew into the sky and swooped down on the street next door.
Jiang Xu smiled. "I teach social humanities and politics, but I want to talk about something different today. Everyone here, do you want to know what I was doing when I was your age? "
However, Jiang Xu shook his head. "No, when I was your age, I still wanted to be a Knight. At that time, I didn't do any proper work and only ate, drank, and had fun every day. There was even one time when I was caught smashing someone's window and sent to the Public Order Division. It wasn't until I was 31 that I suddenly felt that I couldn't keep playing like that."
The old editor handed him a form. "Have you heard of the profession of investigative reporter?"
The old editor was amused. "Yes, I have. Tell me, why did you suddenly want to be a reporter?"
"A few days ago, I heard that your factory was smashed because of a shady report." The young Jiang Xu chuckled and said, "Don't worry, when I'm here, I'll see who dares to come and smash the door."
Immediately, the gunman's head was pierced by a bullet.
The surging tide of people fled through the streets. Only Jiang Xu and the young man stood still.
Jiang Xu walked through the long streets of Luoyang City. The paulownia trees by the side of the road had just sprouted, and the sunlight shone through the branches and leaves onto the ground. Everything was mottled.
Just as Jiang Xu wrote in the letter to Ren Xiaosu, he, Jiang Xu, was not the first founder of this path, nor would he be the last.
"Hey, old man, watch what you say. What do you mean by idlers?" The young man was unhappy.
When Li Yue 'er saw that Jiang Xu was about to leave, she hurriedly asked, "Grandpa Jiang Xu, where are you going?"
At this moment, Jiang Xu walked out of the Hope Media building. Although he was using a cane, his back was ramrod straight.
When you start to see the myriad forms of this society, I hope you'll still believe that the rules can prevail over the unspoken rules.
Jiang Xu memorized all of this in his mind and calmly walked out of the school.
Jiang Xu said to Zhang Chentong, "The cafeteria will make some pickled fish with pickled cabbage and chili for lunch. Get the chef to send some over."
His colleagues at Hope Media felt sorry for him, so he secretly told everyone not to greet him in the future. Based on Chief Editor Jiang Xu's character, it was impossible for him to turn a blind eye to others greeting him. If this happened every day, no one would be able to stand it. Jiang Xu's time was wasted on greeting people.
Jiang Xu interrupted him and then stuffed the folder into his hands. "Send it to the usual place. This information is very important, and it can't fall into the hands of people with ulterior motives. It has to be kept confidential for 50 years before it can be released to the public."
This was the real world.
At this moment, Jiang Xu looked at the broken billboard on the ground. The shop owner rushed out and took a look at the billboard on the ground. Then when he saw that his billboard had almost hit Jiang Xu, he hurriedly apologized to Jiang Xu and asked if Jiang Xu was alright.
Then everyone realized that regardless of whether Jiang Xu knew anyone or not, he would always greet them back.
He hid the folder in a secret compartment under a cargo box, then turned around and got into his car. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Xu looking at him seriously, as if he was trying to memorize him.
When he returned to his home, the moment he opened the door with his keys, his little Garfield rushed to his feet and hugged his ankle, refusing to let go.
As a result, the people of Luoyang City gradually stopped greeting him. Instead, they would smile and greet each other when they met.
Young Jiang Xu said proudly, "Old man, you know me. I like the most difficult things!"
Young Jiang Xu thought for a moment and said, "I just don't want to waste my time anymore. Before my mother died, she said that if I continued to waste my time like this, she wouldn't be able to die in peace. Also, I always feel that this world shouldn't be like this, do you understand? The day before yesterday, I saw … "
Zhang Chentong knocked on the door and came in. He said in a low voice, "Chief Editor, the chef who delivered the ingredients is here."
Jiang Xu patted him on the shoulder and said calmly, "It's fine, don't think too much."
Yang Wei.
Nowadays, there are more and more people pursuing rank, and fewer and fewer people pursuing truth. There are more and more people talking about treatment, and fewer and fewer people talking about ideals. Therefore, as you walk into society, all I want to say is, please take good care of your past passion and ideals. In this era of doubt, we still need faith. "
The students in the audience did not think too much about it. They just said, "It's fine, Teacher Jiang Xu. Go ahead. We don't have the habit of taking afternoon naps anyway."
The old editor confirmed again, "You won't turn back until you hit a brick wall?"
Jiang Xu looked at the silent students in the audience and continued, "In Hope Media, there is an archive that keeps many secrets and truths. I might have seen more darkness in this world than all of you, but even though I have seen so much truth and darkness, I still love this world. Don't let the sorrow of this era become your sorrow. "
Zhang Chentong calmly went to make arrangements for all of this. Meanwhile, Jiang Xu stood in Hope Media's building and looked at the names on the wall. Those were the names of the pioneers who had taken this path.
Zhang Chentong was stunned for a moment. "Okay, okay."
Jiang Xu stood up. "Take good care of her."
In their opinion, Jiang Xu should be the kind of person who was a good student when he was in school and the president of the student council when he was in university. However, they did not expect Jiang Xu to be like a hooligan before the age of 31. This was beyond everyone's expectations.
In a trance, Jiang Xu seemed to see shadows appearing around him. There were Jian Guangzhou, Li Xiang, Le Qian, and Yang Wei. They were all smiling at him.
"I can't be sure about that." Jiang Xu answered seriously, "Everything is based on the news published in the newspapers. However, I personally hope that the war will end as soon as possible."
He still believed that strength of character was far superior to charm.
Jiang Xu said calmly, "I'm telling everyone this because I want you to understand that it's never too late when you want to work hard to change yourself. To put it bluntly, the best time to plant a tree was ten years ago, and the second best time is now. "
When he first came here, he was still very young. At that time, he wrote in his notebook that he would fly with the wind, fly for ten thousand miles, and look down at the mountains and rivers. But now, he was old.
Jiang Xu looked at a female classmate. "Guess what I was doing when I was your age?"
That younger version of himself asked softly, "Do you regret it?"
Usually, this kind of confidential information would be transferred on time, but today, Jiang Xu had uncharacteristically requested to be sent ahead of time. Something must have happened.
Thirty years ago, a young man walked in from outside a small newspaper office. He pushed the door open and shouted, "Are you hiring reporters here?"
Jiang Xu got up and stuffed four letters into Zhang Chentong's hands. "Give them to them."
He recalled everything. This was the path he had walked every week for the past 20 years. Today was no different from the past.
After saying that, he turned around and opened the safe in his office. He took out a kraft paper folder from inside and walked downstairs to the back door of the cafeteria.
The old editor looked at him silently. "What's your name?"
After saying that, the illusory light and shadow all dissipated in his heart. Jiang Xu turned to the young man in black and said, "Do it. Don't hurt the innocent anymore."
Blood stained the gray suit on Jiang Xu's chest. Jiang Xu slowly sat on the ground and gently put his cane aside, as if he was treating an old friend.
The bullets seemed to have split the tide and the sea, and also cut lives.
Jiang Xu suddenly looked back at the billboard on the ground. If the young man hadn't bumped into him just now, based on his walking speed, he would have been smashed to death under the billboard.
The word "responsibility" was not as beautiful as imagined. Instead, it was as cold as a rock. But even so, these people still trembled with fear and trepidation as they chose this most difficult path.
For such a clean and principled person, even if he was crippled, it would not affect his bearing.
Zhang Chentong got up and asked, "Chief Editor, didn't you go to class?"
Moreover, there would be more people who would take this path.
Thinking of the names of the pioneers on the wall of Hope Media, he felt that it was fortunate that he had not missed a single day on this bumpy road.
Jiang Xu looked at Li Yue 'er and said with a smile, "I'm going to do something more important. I always feel that there are still a lot of things that I haven't done."
Moreover, those articles had caused a huge reaction in the whole society. It was said that there were even some different voices within the Wang Clan. Many people sat quietly in front of the office of the Wang Clan Consortium, protesting against the disunity of the Wang Clan during the war.
"When will the war end? Will we achieve the final victory?"
Jiang Xu smiled. "I won't regret it."
Jian Guangzhou.
Since the previous chaotic battle in Luoyang City, the peace had been broken again.
However, at this time, Jiang Xu changed the topic. "But as you are about to change, I hope you can remember everything I'm going to say.
After struggling to stand up, Jiang Xu looked at the young man in surprise. The young man apologized in a low voice, lowered his head, and quickly disappeared around the corner.
The young man said, "Jiang Xu, I'm Jiang Xu from Luoyang City's West Street! Have you heard of me? "
The old editor asked, "Why did you come to our newspaper?"
He went to the neighbor's door and knocked. It was a seven or eight-year-old girl who opened the door. Jiang Xu smiled and greeted her, "Little Yue 'er, are you home alone?"
Later, everyone realized that Jiang Xu's voice was hoarse.
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