Although it is already the beginning of autumn, there is still no hint of coolness.

It was early in the morning in the courtyard of No. 51, and there was a lot of noise coming in and out.

The neighbors nodded and said hello, while turning their heads and going about their own business.

Those who push bicycles to work, those who take small steps to the public toilets, those who hold vegetable baskets and block the road to chat.

During this period, you can still hear the morning news coming from the radio...

Jiang Shan walked into the small courtyard carrying two bags full of breakfast.

They met Jiang Chuan and Ying Ruhua who were combing their hair in the yard.

"Getting up so early today? Just in time, the dough sticks are still hot."

"Brother," Jiang Chuan pushed back his glossy black hair: "We have decided to start learning English seriously from today."

Ying Ruhua nodded seriously while wrapping the rubber band: "Yeah!"

"That's a good thing. If you encounter something you don't understand in the future, just ask Uncle Li."

Jiang Shan handed a bag of fried dough sticks in front of Li Ruocheng.

The old man sitting on the recliner naturally took out one, then tore it in half and gave it to his wife: "If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

"Thank you, Uncle Li!" The two girls nodded happily, then looked at each other and laughed.

Having a translator as a neighbor and not learning English well would be a shame for the feng shui of this small courtyard.

At this moment, the dining table in the main room was already filled with several breakfast items.

"Good morning, Third Uncle," Jiang Xiaoyu called out sharply and hurriedly ran out of the house.

Ever since Ying Ruhua moved in, the girls of the Jiang family, big and small, have been as lively as the New Year every day.

"Good morning, uncle," Jiang Xiaobai walked out of the hut wearing a white sweat vest that covered his buttocks and rubbing his eyes with his chubby hand.

"Xiao Bai," Jiang Shan picked up his little nephew and kissed him hard twice before letting him go: "Go, brush your teeth quickly."

"good!"

Jiang Xiaobai, who was already fully awake, responded happily.

A pair of dimples appeared in a smile on the little fleshy face that still had traces of straw mats on it.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the Municipal Party Committee Office Building is more lively than that of No. 51 Courtyard.

"How is it? Did you find out clearly?"

"We have confirmed with the Propaganda Department. Currently, only two newspapers in the city, Jiefang Daily and Oriental Metropolis Daily, have published news about the accident on bus No. 26."

At this meeting, the leaders of the municipal party committee did not dare to lift their brows for a moment: "What is the reaction of the masses now?"

"...From this morning to now, we haven't received any inquiry calls from the public."

"Okay, let comrades continue to observe, let's go to the hospital first!"

"Okay, Director Li."

"Is Director Wang still in the hospital?"

"He didn't come home last night."

…

In the office of the director of the Municipal Propaganda Department, Director Zhang put down the phone in his hand with a serious look.

The two clerks beside him stood silently.

After a while, Director Zhang recovered his wandering thoughts: "Help me notify and ask representatives from each newspaper in the city to come to the Propaganda Department to hold a morning meeting."

"today?"

Director Zhang nodded: "Today! Immediately! Immediately!"

"Okay, I'll make a call right away."

About an hour later, Director Zhang, who was sitting at the head of the conference table, folded his hands on the table.

In the conference room, those sitting at the moment are basically the editors-in-chief or presidents of various newspapers and magazines.

Facing the greetings and inquiries from old acquaintances, Director Zhang simply responded with a nod and a smile.

When the last person in charge of the newspaper office walked into the conference room, the emergency morning meeting of the Propaganda Department finally began.

"Thank you for your hard work, comrades," Director Zhang said with a smile on his face:

"Everyone was asked to put down their work early in the morning and come to the Propaganda Department for a meeting. It was really because of a relatively important news event."

Speaking of this, Zhang Ju suddenly raised his head and looked around: "Where is Jiang Hai? Are the comrades from Oriental Metropolis News here?"

"Here we come," Cai Wensheng, who was sitting below, quickly raised his right hand: "I am the editor-in-chief of the supplement department of Oriental Metropolis Daily."

"Where is your editor-in-chief Jiang Hai?"

"He...he didn't receive the call. He went out to do errands early in the morning."

"Oh?" Director Zhang suddenly frowned, and then murmured: "Is there something wrong so early? Okay, let's continue..."

As Zhang Guo's expression became increasingly serious, the representatives at the meeting also began to think quickly.

If there was anything big going on yesterday? It was the rollover accident of bus No. 26.

But if there is something big happening today, you can probably guess it if you think about it carefully.

In fact, Zhang Jue himself said it just now: it is a relatively important news event.

What news events can there be today?

As soon as they entered the office early in the morning, someone had already reported to them: "Liberation Daily" and "Oriental Metropolis Daily" actually published the rollover accident of the No. 26 bus yesterday in the newspapers.

Especially "Oriental Metropolis Daily" not only published the article, but also published it in the newspaper.

What a newborn calf who doesn’t know how to be afraid!

In just a few minutes, Wei Yuanxing, who was sitting in the conference room, had one idea after another.

"Everyone must be aware of the traffic accident involving bus No. 26 in our city yesterday," Director Zhang continued:

"Today, two newspapers in this city published this news..."

As the topic in the conference room deepened, Wei Yuanxing couldn't help but smile: It's a good thing he didn't agree to publish the news about the "rollover accident" yesterday, otherwise he would have suffered the same disaster today.

Among the newspaper and magazine leaders sitting here, there are quite a few who have similar thoughts.

Judging from the current level of attention paid by the Propaganda Department, it is probably impossible for the leaders of the two newspapers that published news about the accident to make light of the incident.

"As we all know, our news organization has always had many unwritten forbidden areas,"

Director Zhang's words continued: "No matter which newspaper or magazine it is, when publishing social news, it must be based on..."

Hearing this, Wei Yuanxing's eyes clearly shone with light.

I don't know if Jiang Hai still remembers what he reminded him.

Not everyone can be the editor-in-chief of a newspaper.

How great it would be if he had listened to his own advice and stayed at Pujiang Daily as deputy editor-in-chief!

With a veteran like you taking care of things, how could the other party end up being singled out for criticism by the organization?

Next, I don’t know how many detours I will take!

On both sides of the story, when the cars of the municipal party committee leaders hurriedly drove into Pujiang People's Hospital.

Jiang Hai and Rong Bin had already brought several comrades from Oriental Metropolis Daily to deliver fruits to the ward.

"Your face looks much better than yesterday," Jiang Hai handed out two bottles of canned fruit with both hands: "Eat more fruit and you will heal faster."

The uncle lying on the hospital bed groaned and touched the square piece of gauze on his forehead: "Who are you?"

"Uncle, we are reporters from Oriental Metropolis Daily,"

Rong Bin deliberately straightened his body, and the words "Oriental Metropolis Daily" on his red vest were eye-catching and clear:

"This is our editor-in-chief, Comrade Jiang Hai."

"Oh," the aunt sitting by the bed immediately took the fruits and cans: "You know, our family always likes to read Oriental Metropolis Daily."

“Thank you to the people for their support!”

Afterwards, Comrade Jiang Hai went to the next hospital bed: "Kid, how are you feeling today..."

Every time he passed a hospital bed, in addition to the fruits and cans he was given, he would also leave a copy of that day's Oriental Metropolis Daily.

After sending condolences to the injured in this ward one after another, Jiang Hai and Rong Bin quietly discussed in the corridor:

"It's not bad, everyone seems to have just some superficial injuries."

"Yeah," Jiang Hai nodded:

"Before, I also learned from the doctor on duty that most of the comrades had minor injuries and can be discharged today. Only two elderly people with broken arms need to be observed for a few more days."

"Which unit are you from?"
To be continued...