In the living room of Zhao's family.

"Old Zhao, Xiaobao's mood is not right." Zhao's mother sat on the sofa with a worried expression and said, "Do you persuade him?"

Minister Zhao frowned slightly and stood up and responded, "Let's talk about it when you come back, I'll go out first."

"What are you going to do?"

"Go and wipe his butt." Minister Zhao replied, and walked towards the door.

At this moment, footsteps came from the upstairs, and Zhao Bao walked down alone: ​​"Mom, I want to chat with dad."

Minister Zhao turned around when he heard the sound.

"Okay, okay, then you guys talk, I'll go to the kitchen to get some food." Seeing that his son took the initiative to walk out of the room, Zhao's mother suddenly felt relieved and walked to the restaurant quickly.

Minister Zhao thought for a while, turned around and returned to the sofa to sit down.

A few minutes later.

Minister Zhao looked at his son sitting opposite him and sighed and asked, "Aren't you going to talk to me? Then you can talk?"

Zhao Bao lowered his head and said with a scarlet look: "I want to expose this case, in the legal column."

"No." Minister Zhao refused decisively.

"Why?" Zhao Bao suddenly raised his head and replied: "My evidence is sufficient, and now it can be exposed. Cooperate with the Superintendent to catch them all in one place and avenge Tang Yuan."

"The legal column is the media of the entire Songjiang River, not yours alone."

"But isn't Tang Yuan a citizen of Songjiang? Isn't it?!" Zhao Bao stood up and felt aggrieved, regretful, sad, and other negative emotions in his heart burst out instantly: "He died at the hands of human traffickers. Is our media not obliged to speak out?"

"I said no, it just doesn't work." Minister Zhao intervened and looked at his son: "You have been back for too short and you have no idea about the social situation in Songjiang at all."

"Dad, this is not a reason." Zhao Bao has never contradicted his father like this since he was a child: "I want to expose this case, which has nothing to do with not understanding the social situation. I am a media person and I have the obligation to explain the real events."

"Do you know who Pei Deyong is?"

“I don’t understand.”

"If you don't understand, you dare to investigate him?" Minister Zhao became angry, stood up and pointed at his son and shouted: "Do you know how many serious injuries he caused to compete for the drug line some time ago? Do you know how many lives he caused to cause to cause the population transportation business? He is not the kind of criminal you think, he is a rich outlaw, do you understand?"

Zhao Bao looked at his father in a daze, his eyes stunned.

"You are very lucky today, do you know? If you arrive a few minutes earlier, if you didn't separate from your classmates yesterday, do you know the consequences of yourself now? Ah?!" Minister Zhao asked angrily: "We raise you so big, and you have to be responsible for us if you don't take responsibility for yourself!"

"Dad, I'm your son, but I also have my own profession!" Zhao Bao pointed to the ground and responded strongly: "We can't turn a blind eye to the negative social impact caused by Pei De because he is brave enough to kill people! Is the meaning of the existence of news media to put a high hat on the leaders above you? Is it just touting the so-called reforms in Songjiang that are inconsistent with reality? One congressman came to power, and more than a dozen media reported it heavily, but eight children died outside the district, but there was no one to ask. What about our responsibility, ah? Dad, have our ethics thrown you at the lies table?!"

"Get out." Minister Zhao cursed with his back.

"No, I've prepared some gift..." Pei Deyong smiled, turned around and immediately asked the ma'er to go to the car to withdraw money.

Minister Zhao looked at Pei Deyong: "Your courtesy is too heavy, I can't handle it, so hurry up and leave."

Pei Deyong pondered for a while: "Okay, okay, I've caused you trouble, Minister Zhao."

Minister Zhao did not reply.

Pei Deyong turned around and winked at everyone, then quickly walked towards the car.

On the way.

Yang Nan held the gun in his right hand and asked in a low voice: "Isn't you looking for videos anymore? Is this old man a good idea to speak? Otherwise, I'll find two brothers outside the district and tie him up with a young wife first."

"No need, Lao Zhao has already said it very clearly. He is a smart person and doesn't want to cause trouble." Pei Deyong shook his head.

On the side of the road, Minister Zhao stood in the snow, squinted his eyes at Pei Deyong, and felt a little touched when he recalled his son's words in the living room.

...

Two days later, Jiangzhou.

Qi Lin stood in the warehouse and shouted, "Cha Meng, it's snowing outside. Let's load the car quickly and run out for a while, otherwise it will be difficult to leave at night."

The other end.
Chapter completed!