N-M Chapter 919 Does your family care about you?
Chapter 919 Does your family care about you?
Just then, the elevator arrived.
Zong Lu didn't bother anymore, stared at her deeply, and stepped into the elevator:
"Goodbye."
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Ling Wanwan returned to the office, and sure enough, the editor-in-chief was already waiting beside her desk:
"Ling Wanwan, what's the matter with you?"
Ling Wanwan put on an innocent face: "Editor-in-Chief, I really can't handle it. You know how many cases I have in my hands."
After all, Ling Wanwan is the favorite he brought out. He grew up watching him with one hand, and the editor-in-chief scolded him, and he wouldn't really punish her. He just sighed and glanced at the door:
"Boss Zong is not angry, is he?"
"Why are you so angry, how can such a big boss have such a small measure."
The editor-in-chief breathed a sigh of relief: "It is said that this is the son of the Jingzhou clan. Do you know the origin of the Jingzhou clan? It has been a family for hundreds of years, and the clan's industries can be found all over Jingzhou and the country. The company in the city is also newly established. If we can build a good relationship with the Zong family, it will be helpful to us. In the future, it will be better to get sponsorships and advertisements. Wan Wan, I think Boss Zong appreciates you very much. This attitude can no longer be tolerated!"
Except for Yun Mo, a close colleague and friend, Ling Wanwan didn't even mention his relationship with Su Mi in the club, and it was even more impossible to say that he and Zong Lv knew each other, so he just typed a haha: "Yeah... , Got it." Seeing that the superior was about to leave, he thought of something and shouted:
"Editor-in-Chief, I want to go to Gang City in advance to do an interview on the case of the blood selling group. I will leave tomorrow."
The editor-in-chief was suspicious: "So fast? Isn't it going next week?"
Ling Wanwan nodded frequently: "Well, I've almost finished handling the case at hand, and I'm thinking of finishing that one this morning."
In fact, it was Zong Lulin who said "goodbye" when she entered the elevator that scared her.
I was afraid that he would come to the newspaper office to look for him again.
It's better to leave Tancheng during these days.
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At noon the next day, Ling Wanwan dragged his suitcase and arrived in Gang City.
This time, as long as it is secretly interviewing a blood selling group in Gang City.
According to the materials and information she collected, this blood selling organization has been established in Gang City for several years, and it often recruits people who need money to sell blood.
Clearly illegal.
This organization has been cracked down by the local police several times, but every time it revives, it has been lingering, which is very troublesome.
This blood selling group was always a target of interest to the media.
Ling Wanwan was no exception, and had long wanted to sneak into the interior.
This time the preparations were done fairly well.
After spending a lot of time and effort, she contacted a person on the Internet who had done business with a blood selling group, that is, someone who had sold blood.
Within the group, such people are called 'blood sheep'.
The blood sheep said that it was going to sell blood again soon.
Ling Wanwan sent a red envelope to the blood sheep on the Internet, and promised that if he could help him sneak into the interview, he would give him another red envelope afterwards.
The blood sheep was moved and agreed.
Today, the two made an appointment to meet in Gang City.
Ling Wanwan went to the hotel near the high-speed rail station to put his luggage, and contacted Blood Sheep online.
As soon as they met, Ling Wanwan took a deep breath. This blood sheep was actually a young boy who was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he called himself Xiaogoubai.
Thin, pale, malnourished at first sight.
She frowned: "How old are you, and you actually went to sell blood? How many times have you sold it?"
The little dog scratched the back of his neck lazily, disapprovingly: "Seven or eight times, I don't remember."
Seven or eight times?Ling Wanwan took a deep breath: "Does your family care about you?"
The little dog smashed: "Parents are dead long ago, grandma is sick all over, what do you care about, I don't sell blood, you give me money to support the family?"
Ling Wanwan paused, and his voice became softer: "You can't sell blood, there is always someone who can help you."
The little dog got impatient: "What are you talking about, do you still want to interview? I made an appointment with them and will go there right away. If you want to go, come together."
Seeing that he turned to leave, Ling Wanwan had no choice but to follow.
If she had known on the Internet that this blood sheep was a half-grown child, she would never have looked for him.
That's all, after the unannounced visit is over, let's try to persuade the child.
Although Xiaogouzai is young, he is very experienced in handling things. Seeing Ling Wanwan, a fat sheep following him, he hailed a taxi and went to the suburbs with her.
For this reason, Ling Wanwan paid a full 109 yuan for a taxi.
The place where the blood selling group trades is an old dilapidated building, like the one that no one has taken over since the demolition.
There was a blond man with flower arms guarding the door.
The puppy took Ling Wanwan over to say hello.
The man is very familiar with the young boy, but he still looks warily at the woman beside him: "This is the new blood sheep you brought today? Is it reliable?"
The little dog smashed and smiled: "Can the people brought by my Lord Dog be reliable?"
The man looked at Ling Wanwan for a while: "Why are you here to sell blood?"
Because the people who come to sell blood in underground places are generally in poor financial condition, Ling Wanwan also dressed appropriately for the occasion.
A cheap plaid shirt, worn-out jeans, a pair of cheap sneakers, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a strawberry hairpin, like a poor schoolgirl:
"My family needs surgery and needs a lot of money. I'm still studying, so I can only come here."
As he said that, he handed over the fake student ID that he had prepared long ago, and showed it to the man.
The man glanced at it, and was about to search him again. Ling Wanwan yelled shyly on purpose, and retreated behind the young boy: "Don't do this..."
The little dog smashed his smiling face: "Brother, I'm a college student. Little girl, I haven't even talked to a boyfriend. If you are so messy, I will be shy. I said, I brought it here. What are you afraid of?"
The body search was just a formality. Since it was introduced by an acquaintance, the man was lazy and made a gesture.
The puppy dragged Ling Wanwan in.
On the third floor, the entire floor was divided into small rooms.
Outside each small room, there are men in social attire guarding them.
Ling Wanwan saw a lot of people in ordinary clothes coming in and out of those rooms. Those who came out all pressed their arms with sterile cotton, and their faces were mostly pale.
Obviously, they were all 'blood sheep' whose blood had been drawn just now.
A few of them may have smoked too much, and they staggered a little when they walked.
An elderly old man fainted as soon as he came out, and was relieved by being helped to sit beside him by other blood sheep.
There was also a man guarding the gate yelling at a middle-aged woman who had just had her blood drawn: "Is this how much you draw today? No, your blood is relatively scarce, and the higher authorities need at least another 100 milliliters."
The woman's face was sallow, and she was so thin that she could hardly bear it anymore. She begged: "My body really can't take it, can I come back when I go home to take care of it?"
The man snorted: "You go, don't even think about coming again next time."
The woman obviously didn't want to lose such a way to make money, so she finally gritted her teeth and entered the room again.