Chapter 1498

"Do you understand the freedom of the press?"

"What happened when we took pictures? We have the right to take pictures? "

"To use your gate is to give you face. When the gate is built, it's to be photographed."

"If we protest here in a foreign country, you have to provide free drinks and water, you know? Otherwise, someone will suffer from heat stroke, and you will not be able to afford it. "

The students stood at the forefront of the resistance and faced a group of policemen with eight handed information they didn't know from.

Yes, after receiving the report from captain Zhong, the sub Bureau quickly sent him a group of backup, but a high-level cadre was not available, and made it clear that Captain Zhong was in charge.

Captain Zhong has no temper either. In other words, he gave up completely. He just directed the police officers to control the surrounding area first, then looked at the fellow Bo Geng Xin and said, "director Bo, we domestic journalists will give it to you."

Bo Geng Xin nodded with a smile and said, "OK, I'll come."

To be honest, his expression was not easy either. In any country, crowd control is a complex problem. If it is not done well, something will happen. Facing journalists is even more dangerous.

"I'm Bo Gengxin, head of the Security Department of the genetic engineering laboratory. Now check your media cards. First, domestic media reporters. Please line up and check for me in turn." When Geng Xin said this, he was still a little sad.

From today on, he will no longer be able to do the work of "18 years in the enemy camp".

Bo Geng Xin took the loudspeaker and said it in Chinese. Xu Zhengping translated it and said it in English again. Many students were shocked.

However, many people responded quickly, and someone immediately yelled, "why do you want to check?"

While he was speaking, a cadre with a camera gave him a picture, and the student who was shouting was scared.

"We are a normal interview. Why do we need to check the documents?" The reporter's courage is a bit more sufficient, stood up to say a word.

"Normal interview, can't you accept certificate inspection?" The book Geng Xin said calm, Xu Zhengping also translated calm.

The reporter who yelled was one of them, and the reporter beside said: "since you agree that we are normal interviews, you don't need to check our certificates."

"How can I know if you are real journalists or fake journalists without checking your documents? Is it a real interview or a real disturbance? " Bo Geng Xin micro smile, let the long gun short gun pointed at himself, look as if.

Several Chinese journalists looked at each other and discussed in a low voice for a while. Finally, someone stood up and gave the certificate to Bo Geng Xin.

Geng Xin took the book, looked at it repeatedly, asked people to record it, and then handed it back.

"All right?" Asked by the reporter who had checked the media card.

"For the time being." Then Geng Xin looked at the others and said, "please take out your identification."

Other people have no way, in turn took out the certificate.

The book Geng Xin is still in order to record, finally check all the documents, said: "please wait a moment."

Reporters naturally clamored, but Bo Geng Xin ignored it. Only a few minutes later, when a telephone line signed out from the laboratory rang, did he pick up the receiver and let out a "hello".

More than ten seconds later, Bo Geng Xin took the microphone away from his ear and asked, "reporter Zhang Fuge, please come here."

The crowd was quiet again.

Zhang Fuge's lifelong employment is a favorable condition for a reporter to become the king without a crown. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for a newspaper, government or state-owned enterprise to make a decision to expel a reporter. At most, it is just to transfer to a casual job to provide for the aged.

For journalists, job transfer is a terrible thing, but it is much more comfortable than real unemployment and lack of life.

But in certain circumstances, lifelong employment is also a cage.

A journalist's income depends not only on the newspaper, but also on his house. His children are likely to study in the school of the newspaper, his wife's work may be solved by the newspaper, and his medical treatment and even his father's medical treatment may be in the charge of the newspaper. Two years earlier, the food stamps were issued by the newspaper

"Hello." Zhang Fuge's voice was a little weak, and the receiver was in his ear, as if he was deliberately far away.

After this, Zhang Fuge didn't say a word.

But he didn't let the receiver go either.

Two minutes later, Zhang Fuge silently put down the microphone and looked forward again. His eyes cried with tears, but he resolutely turned around, turned his back to Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory and left the scene."Reporter Qian Xinyuan, please come here." There was no change in the expression of Bo Geng Xin. As if he had expected, he called a name again.

For Bo Geng Xin, it's too simple to solve the problem of a few silly reporters and Yang Rui's resources. Once upon a time, his skills were intended to be used to instigate against well-trained capitalist cadres.

Three minutes later.

Reporter Qian Xinyuan left.

The protesting crowd suddenly burst into a big uproar, shouting one after another, and extremely resistant to Bo Geng Xin's name.

"Reporter Mei zheyan." Bo Geng Xin ignored the crowd and continued to call his name.

Several students exchanged a look, rushed to the front, turned their back to Mei zheyan and blocked his way. On the surface, they yelled at Bo Geng Xin: "are you going to attack each other? What a shame! We won't answer your phone any more... "

"Excuse me, please." Mei zheyan reporter forced to separate the students' block.

He is an adult and has his own responsibility. Seeing the problems in political speculation, he immediately has new ideas.

After all, the students were inexperienced and didn't try to force others to stay. They watched Mei zheyan pick up the phone.

"I see. I'm going to leave." Mei zheyan said what she had thought for a long time in front of the microphone.

Bo Geng Xin smiles, nods to Mei zheyan, and then looks at the crowd, as if to continue the roll call.

"I'll go first." A domestic reporter put down his camera and came out with his head down.

"Forget it, I'll go back, too."

"I... well, I'm gone."

The rest of the domestic reporters did not wait for the phone to ring again. They came out of the crowd one by one and attracted the attention of many foreign journalists.

"Zhou, you can't go. Zhou, don't you still say that you are willing to contribute to your ideal? " A blonde reporter held the last middle-aged reporter in the crowd.

The latter hesitated.

"Zhou, stay here. This is the best chance to fulfill your dream of being a journalist, to be a real journalist, not afraid of power, and only to report the facts." The blonde reporter's English is very confusing.

Reporter Zhou bowed his head and said, "I can't just think about myself, i..."

"That's right. There are so many people waiting for you to save them. Zhou, cloning sheep is only the first step of Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory. Can you imagine that they will stop automatically? It's impossible. We must publicize their bad behavior and let the public know that cloning is wrong. Only in this way can we further stop them and prevent the spread of cloning. " "Zhou, can you imagine a world full of human cloning and animal cloning? We all go to the hospital to clone ourselves. Maybe some people will use cloning to do bad things. Everyone's life must be careful, for fear that one day, the cells of his lost hair will be extracted and cloned to replace himself... "

On Monday, he stood there in a daze, without leaving immediately or retreating.

"Now, foreign journalists, please show me your media cards. If you have a media card, please step forward. If you don't have a media card, please pack up your equipment and report to captain Zhong in three minutes. " Instead of waiting for the last hesitant Chinese reporter, Bo Geng Xin, through Xu Zhengping, asked him to give orders to foreign media reporters in English.

A group of reporters held up their weapons - cameras and cameras, and pressed the shutter hard at the image of Bo Geng Xin, as if they could use it to knock him down.

"We don't need a media card."

"You can't hide the truth."

"We're reporting for people all over the world."

"Press freedom, media freedom!"

It is only natural that none of the foreign journalists present can get the media card issued by the Chinese side. Although the domestic control has been relaxed, the control of the media has not been relaxed at all. A compliant foreign media card not only has a date, location, but also an interview outline.

Who can give them such a media card.

A group of foreign journalists are facing the outside with their cameras.

Book Geng Xin just sun ran a smile, waved, said: "all away."

"Take... With you?" Captain Zhong was ready to order the expulsion, but he was surprised to hear the order.

Bo Geng Xin disdains captain Zhong's reaction. In his opinion, he is a layman.

Bo Geng Xin looked ahead and said in a low voice: "all the duty rooms on the south side of the courtyard wall have been vacated. You take them there and strip them all, from hair to hair, so as not to hide tapes or films? In addition, men check men, women check women, do not mess"But... But..." Captain Zhong didn't expect that there would be more powerful ones. You are just a laboratory. Do you want to be such a blockhouse?

"Don't let anyone run away." Book Geng Xin interrupted the bell captain's mumbling, urged: "move quickly."

"But if we do this, we'll be scolded to death."

"If you don't check, they won't scold you?" Bo Geng Xin looked at captain Zhong like a fool and said, "or do you like to be scolded by the map?"