Geng Zhong took the train south on the same day, but did not directly interview Song Weiyang. Instead, he went to Rongcheng first and asked media friends here for news.

　　 Really awesome reporters don't just do interviews recklessly, they need to do a lot of preparatory work. It is necessary to know the basic information of the interviewee at least so that it can be targeted and it is easier to find the focus of the report.

　　 in the teahouse.

　　"Xikang Daily" reporter Cao Yizhen said: "Are you asking that director Xiao Song? I know, I also interviewed his dad."

　　 "There is another old factory director Song?" Geng Zhong asked in surprise.

　　 Cao Yiyue smiled and said: "Yes, Mr. Song was one of the top ten outstanding township entrepreneurs in Xikang two years ago. Now he is squatting in prison."

　　 "Tell me more!" Geng Zhong quickly took out his notebook.

"Old Song Director, I have a good personal relationship with him. What a pity, what a pity," Cao Yijun said with emotion and continued, "Song Weiyang's father is Song Shumin, an old educated youth in Shenghai who went to the countryside in 66 years. I got married and had children. I started working in a small brewery in 1980. Because of speculation, I was locked up in prison for half a year. After being released, the factory was linked to the local government."

　　 "So, was he imprisoned for the second time because of equity issues?" Geng Zhong immediately wanted to understand that he had seen such things a lot.

Cao Yizhen nodded and said, "Before the 1992 southern tour, the coastal areas had already begun to engage in the equity reform of township enterprises, but Xikang Province could not. Lao Song tried several times, but was stopped by the local authorities, so he took the risk and fell with his left hand. The right hand used foreign investment to reform the winery. He almost succeeded, but was reported by someone with conclusive evidence and was sentenced to more than eight years."

　　 Geng Zhong asked: "Then what happened to Song Weiyang?"

　　Cao Yizheng said: "After Lao Song entered, the winery was nationalized, and the Song family only left a serious loss canning factory, which was run by Lao Song’s eldest son. Song Weiyang is the second child of the Song family and a high school student..."

　　 "High school student?" Geng Zhong said in surprise, "You said that Song Weiyang who published the anti-Japanese war of industry and commerce in the newspaper was a high school student!"

Cao Yijun seemed to have anticipated Geng Zhong’s reaction. He smiled and said, “Don’t believe me? I didn’t believe it at first. The Rongcheng Evening News interviewed him last year. They are all registered there."

　　 Geng Zhong said: "It's not that evil, right? The provincial leaders can still pay attention to a small cannery?"

　　 Cao Yizheng said: "First, he is Song Shumin's son; second, this kid's deeds are too noticeable. The article in the "Rongcheng Evening News" has a great influence in the province."

　　 "What did he do last year?" Geng Zhong asked.

Cao Yijun said: “The Song family’s cannery owes a total of seven or eight million yuan, and the workers have not paid wages for several months. Song Weiyang used the summer vacation time to steal hundreds of yuan from his family and went to Shenghai to learn from the big cities. He also persuaded a few investors to participate in shares with his advanced sales experience. As soon as he returned to his hometown, he mobilized his staff to handle the canned goods, withdraw funds, launch new products, and spend all the money to advertise, allowing the cannery to turn around in a month. Surplus."

　　 "This is a business genius!" Geng Zhong said excitedly.

　　 Cao Yizheng smiled: "If you want to interview him, hurry up. The reporter from the Rongcheng Evening News has already left. He has made a big deal this time. It is estimated that many media reporters all over the country are coming. Be careful not to grab hot shit."

　　 "Don't worry, we are a monthly magazine. No matter how fast we move, we have to report next month," Geng Zhong said. "You can give me some newspapers covering Song Weiyang."

　　 Cao Yizheng said: "That was last year's news, all piled up in my office, you can find it yourself slowly."

　　……

　　 It was not until the fifth day after the text was sent that Geng Zhong took the train to Rongping.

　　 In the sleeper compartment, there are four men in suits carrying sacks. The bags are bulging, and they don’t know what they’re in.

　　 There is another gentleman, carrying a backpack, and a camera case around his neck—this is a colleague.

　　 "Which newspaper does my friend belong to?" Geng Zhong said.

　　 The man took out his business card: "Gai Chunhe from "Southern Weekend"."

　　 "This surname is rare," Geng Zhong also smiled and took out his business card, ""Eight Hours Away" Geng Zhong."

　　 One is a weekly newspaper and the other is a monthly magazine. There is not much competition. Therefore, the two get along relatively well, and they soon started chatting around Song Weiyang.

　　 Gai Chunhe said: "This road named Song is too wild. When the editor-in-chief assigned me a task, I was really taken aback."

　　 "You "Southern Weekend" are still afraid of others?" Geng Zhong said with a smile.

　　 "It's not the same," Gai Chun replied, "The article that Song Weiyang wrote is contrary to the central government's investment promotion policy. If you don't pay attention to it, it will be finished! Serious political error!"

　　 The man in the shop next door was sleeping on a sack, and suddenly said, "Isn't there a real accident in Xifeng Company?"

　　 Gai Chunhe shook his head and said: "Judging from the responses in the past two days, there should be no problem. Our newspaper has not received any official notice."

　　 "That's good." The man breathed a sigh of relief instantly.

　　 Geng Zhong asked: "You also went to Xifeng Company?"

　　 The man said: "I am a dealer and I want to find Xifeng Company to cooperate."

Geng Zhong looked at the other three men again, and then at their sacks, and he had guessed seven to eight points in his heart—the sacks were all money~lightnovelpub.net~ The train was turning around in the mountains, I stopped at the small station every half an hour, and the time was more than twice that of a car.

　　 After finally getting to the Rongping Railway Station, Geng Zhong and Gai Chunhe left first, and four dealers carrying sacks followed closely behind them. When he arrived at the platform, Geng Zhong saw a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes, and the foreigner was also carrying the camera.

　　 "The foreign media was alarmed." Geng Zhong winked.

　　 Gai Chunhe smiled and said: "It's strange if you don't be alarmed, this is too much trouble."

　　 China has been reforming and opening up for more than ten years, but for foreigners, there is still a cloud of fog, and many things are always incomprehensible. A little bit of trouble, that group of foreign media are like sharks smelling blood, rushing for food every minute, and then sending out curious articles that caused a sensation abroad.

　　 Not to mention that Song Weiyang made the matter so big, just say that the businessman named Joe who was clamoring for McDonald's opened a few fast food restaurants. History has attracted reports from the three major news networks in the United States.

"taxi!"

　　 Geng Zhong stood on the side of the road and waved. As soon as a taxi stopped, someone got in first.

　　 Gai Chunhe smoked a cigarette and said, "Song Weiyang has made a fortune this time. The dealer who got into the taxi just now was another dealer, carrying a sack full of money and rushing to the door."

　　 "The first righteousness of the War of Resistance, he should make money." Geng Zhong smiled.

　　Gai Chunhe said: "As long as he doesn't mess around, this golden body will not fall for at least ten years."

　　 "That's not necessarily true," Geng Zhong said. "I interviewed Mou Qizhong. This man has a bigger golden body, but he is a lunatic. Sooner or later he has to go to jail."

　　 "Also, I often walk by the river, and I don't have wet shoes. People who like to take risks often kill themselves." Gai Chunhe laughed.