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On the evening before I left, Wei Shuangcheng talked to me about Wei Hongxia.
"My niece used to work at our Township health center, and she had a boyfriend, who is the son of the director of the health center. Who would have thought that this guy would contract this disease, even though his family is not short of money.
My niece was so scared. Although they are not married yet, young people nowadays, if they are not married, they are still together... Until now, no one dares to introduce a partner to her. She's already twenty-seven or twenty-eight, it's really difficult!"
There was a loud bang in my head like an explosion!
If the two of them are like that, does that mean I've been affected too?
After that, I couldn't hear anything the old man said.
I first wanted to cry but couldn't shed a tear, and then I became extremely frustrated. Wei Hongxia, you deceitful beauty, why did you have to harm me! I searched online for the symptoms of that disease, and the more I read, the colder I felt inside. At the same time, I felt a bit itchy down there, and it seemed a little painful! Looking at my tongue in the mirror, I found spots on both sides of my tongue! Then I touched my armpits and clearly felt lumps and bumps!
Then, I diagnosed myself and concluded that I probably have contracted AIDS! I'm not even 24 yet? Heavens, how could this happen to me? When I returned to Jiangbei Province, my colleagues all said that I had lost weight.
I combined the recording and interview notes to write a nearly ten-thousand-word documentary "The Blood Tragedy of Dongtai Village." After submitting the manuscript, the editor-in-chief called me in alone and did not mention any celebration or congratulatory matters: "Xiao Hu, leave the manuscript with me for now. You've worked hard on this trip, so go back and rest for a while." I didn't think much of it, perhaps I should wait until the manuscript is published before saying anything.
I still feel uncomfortable below, but I dare not go to the hospital. I quietly told Biaoge about it. We had agreed to go for skewers, but after hearing what I said, Biaoge didn't even drink any water and just left.
When I first started working, I thought being a journalist was the most prestigious job in the world, like the king without a crown, meeting high-ranking officials. But soon I realized I was thinking too much.
A week later when I returned to the office, my workstation was still empty, but the things on my desk had already been cleared.
The people in the office all looked at me as if I were the plague god.
The head of the office came out and gestured for me to come over.
Following the head of the office to his office, he did not ask me to sit down, but instead handed me a piece of paper across the desk: "After research by the newspaper, you are not capable of handling the work at the newspaper... To put it simply, you are being dismissed."
What is all this about? I wanted to ask a question, but the head of the department waved me off, and the head of the personnel department came in with security guards and said, "Ms. Hu, your things are in a cardboard box at the front desk. They will help you take them downstairs!" What is this? Forced eviction?
I returned to the rental house I was staying in, feeling nowhere to vent, so I went downstairs to find a public phone and desperately called Biaoge. He answered, but as soon as he heard it was me, he hung up. At night, someone knocked on the door, and it was Biaoge who had come.
I ignored him, and he sat down at my desk, smoking a cigarette and lecturing me: "The piece you wrote has been published in the internal reference. This issue is a special edition, only featuring the article 'The 'Blood Disaster' in Dongtai Village.' Only 10 copies of this issue were printed. One copy was sealed and archived, one was sent to the provincial propaganda department for record-keeping, four were submitted to the main leaders of the Jiangnan Province, and the remaining four were sent directly to Beijing through connections! The newspaper has never given such high specifications to that article since its establishment!"
"Why did you fire me?" I shouted at him, as if those decisions were all made by him.
Biaoge stubbed out his cigarette: "Jiangbei Province Propaganda Department Deputy Minister Fan Jiangwei personally called River Report and specifically requested the director and editor-in-chief to come to his office for a talk.
It is said that the two leaders went to the Propaganda Department, and the deputy minister in charge sat there without even moving his butt: "Just say it, the leaders in charge of propaganda in Jiangnan Province have been calling the minister! It's their business if there's grass in their fields, when did they need you to come and hoe? Are your hands reaching too far?"
Do you know how big the impact of this matter is? The leaders of the first and second departments of Jiangnan Province have all been summoned to Yanjing! They are facing direct questioning from the secretary of the party committee!
"Have you ever considered the impact and consequences of what you've done? Have you thought about how passive their leaders have become?" The director's stubbornness also emerged: "Have they considered the feelings of the people? So many people have died, the disease is still spreading, no one is asking, and no one is taking care of it. They are cold-blooded and indifferent, just sitting in their positions. Their hearts are all ice. Are we supposed to believe that they can't handle an article that hasn't been made public?"
The deputy minister's face turned ashen, and he was so choked up that he couldn't speak clearly: "You... you... you..."
In the end, the director received a disciplinary action, and you must leave the newspaper. Now, not to mention the River Report, you are a celebrity in the entire province's publicity system.
No unit dares to hire you!
I'm so young, yet I have to bear such a heavy burden?
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