The fat man almost roared, bounced, and the fat all over his body rippled, and with excitement, he threw himself on the table, swept the phones aside, and spread the map on the table.

He was like a hungry bun that had not been touched by a drop of water for more than ten days, his eyes were about to fall out, and he stretched out his fat hand and poked at the place marked by the old hanging red pen.

Knock knock, knock on the table.

East Port.

The fat man is a professional journalist, and he has been working for so long, so he guessed the reason.

"Donggang?Caesar Group has a warehouse in Donggang, what's the matter, you got it?!" The fat man's saliva sprayed Gao Leng on his face.

It's full of excitement.

"Damn! This year's Taofen Award is ours!" the fat man jumped on the table, sat down, and slapped the table violently.

The Tao Fen Award is the largest journalism award set by the Empire. Doesn't sound good, dung prize

The name doesn't sound good, but this award is what every journalist wants, and it is the supreme award for journalism in the imperial capital.

Of course, after winning the Taofen Award, needless to say, the national award is the provincial award, the provincial award is the city award, the city award is the district award, the district award is finished, and the company award is awarded.

Even the street office had to pull up a banner and praise it.

And that's just where Gao Chill works. His hometown will also have some relatives and some hometown awards.

Although the original owner Gao Leng works in Beijing, he is not a local, and he is naturally the winner of the city award in Shandong Province, the city award in the district, and the sub-district office award.

In short, there will be a lot of hype.

Rewarding is one thing, and naturally it's not so simple.

To put it bluntly, this can be regarded as a political achievement, and everyone wants to get some light.

"Last time, I knew that Lao Zhang, who had worked for most of his life, and finally won the Taofen Award, and the rewards were several million, not counting, going to major universities to give speeches, and the money was enough for him to buy a house in Beijing. ”

However, all colleges and universities with journalism departments, which are famous and powerful, will invite reporters who have won the Tao Fen Award to give lectures, which is a way to improve the grade and reputation of the school, which is why the more famous the university, the more high-grade lectures of all kinds, and the more students learn.

It's all money.

"There are too many schools that have invited him to give lectures, and people are dragging their relationship to beg, which is really cool! Those students and girls in the audience are called a worship! The key is that this money is one thing, and this is an honor! The supreme honor of the journalist circle! People are no longer journalists, and they are directly leaders in the Propaganda Department, and they are easy to be high-ranking officials and generous!" The fat man was drooling, and his face was longing: "If I win the Taofen Award, I will continue to be a reporter.

Honor and money often go hand in hand.

And when honor and money appear, there is an endless opportunity and status.

It is said that a journalist only needs one report to eat for a lifetime, and here's why.

Not to mention those celebrities who sing for a lifetime, although there are no national awards, they can go around, go to colleges and universities to give speeches, and so on.

Although the fat man doesn't know what he photographed, but a large company like Caesars has a scandal, it is strange that Tao Fen Award has broken out, you know, the empire is now paying special attention to food safety issues.

"It's so easy, it's not enough to shoot a little. Gao Leng saw that the fat man was very excited and said lightly, like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the fat man's imagination.

"It's not enough" The fat man was a little disappointed when he heard it, he was young, he didn't have any city government, he put everything on his face, he was deflated, he picked up the map and looked at it, but he immediately cheered up, waved his fist like a chicken blood and said angrily: "It's not enough, let's continue to work hard!

The fat man has an innate optimistic spirit, this spirit is idle before Gao Leng, anyway, I have a back/scene, no one will open me, I can't starve to death every day. But after following Gao Leng, his optimistic spirit is reflected in a kind of self-confidence, believing from the bottom of his bones that he can succeed by working hard with Gao Leng.

This kind of self-confidence, in Gao Leng's view, is rare and valuable.

After all, there are not many subordinates who trust the ability of their superiors so much.

Gao sneered and handed the map to the fat man: "You are well-connected, you can find someone to check the road control at this point, we estimate that you are the only one in the team, check the road control, see if you can find our car, if there is our car on the road control, erase it." ”

When Lao Hang heard this, he patted his head, and secretly sighed that he was still cold and thoughtful.

If people find this way, it will be a big problem.

"Take out all your connections, remember, be safe. Gao Leng pointed to the time hanging on the wall: "Within half an hour." ”

Lao Hang listened: "Fatty, can you do it?"

Lao Hang is a little bottomless, after all, it's hard.

It's just that in the middle of the night, the road control has to be erased, and in the final analysis, this is an illegal operation, which is no better than preparing in advance. It is not easy to know the right person with a strict tone. What's more, Gao Leng has crossed several districts along the way, and the road control management personnel in each district are different.

Not to mention the middle of the night, even if you want to find someone during the day, you have to put in a lot of effort.

"Hehe, simple. The fat man smiled and patted his chest: "As a soldier from the compound, I don't have any other hobbies on weekdays, so I make friends everywhere and wait." ”

The fat man was born in the army compound, and the friends around him are also in politics, although they are not big officials, but they have a wide range of contacts, plus his nature/love to make friends, he doesn't like to read when he reads, he goes to make friends, he doesn't work when he works, and he goes to waste with his friends.

This is where these friends he made come in handy.

The so-called three religions and nine streams must have connections, although the fat man's connections are not as good as Gao Leng's high-end, but the connections of ordinary politicians, the fat man wants to say that he has the most in his hands, and no one in Xingsheng dares to say second.

"I went out and made a couple of phone calls. The fat man said, and hurriedly went out, his face was still ambiguous, needless to say, it is estimated that there are still a lot of his red faces in this connection.

"Boss, don't you call Mr. Li? I'm running out of time. Seeing that the time was passing minute by minute, Lao Hang couldn't help but ask.

Gao Leng shook his head: "It's not as simple as you think, I have to implement something." ”

Twenty minutes later, the fat man broke into the door, looked frightened, walked directly to the table, picked up the map and looked at it again, and said to the phone: "Didn't say it, Brother Cao, it's this route, what's ?!! impossible?!"

The fat man looked at Gao Leng in disbelief again, hung up the phone and didn't come back to his senses, and asked after a long time: "Boss, have you offended someone, or have you invited some big Buddha?