Chapter 181

In the Communist Youth League Pravda newspaper, Damala, a new intern reporter, is racking her brains for a manuscript. As a newcomer on loan from the local government to Moscow, Damara cherishes this rare opportunity. Unfortunately, the Communist Youth League Pravda has always been the Communist Youth League Pravda. As the top newspaper in China, the Communist Youth League Pravda has always been famous for reporting exclusive news and is often jokingly called "mainstream gossip newspaper" among the people. Relying on its own unique selling point, the Communist Youth League Pravda, which belongs to the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League, has been ranked among the top four in the country. It is also known as the four major mainstream newspapers along with the Pravda, which belongs to the Central Committee of the Communist Party, the News newspaper of the Supreme Soviet, and the labor newspaper of the all China Federation of trade unions.

Like all young people with dreams, Damara also hopes to stay in this holy land of journalists, but the ideal is always accompanied by cruel reality, especially when you go to work. Although Damara is the most diligent and the best writer among the same batch of interns, other interns can always get the first-hand materials by one way or another. After all, no matter how well you write, if the news itself is not attractive, it can't be valued by the editor in chief.

The internship is coming to an end, and Damara is becoming more and more impatient recently. She has a headache for her news material almost every day. Now he wrote an article about the marriage customs of Tatars. Go to hell, who would want to see such news. No matter how good the writing style is, what new ideas can we write? Damara wrote, writing, can't help thinking more and more angry, put the pen aside, desperate lying on the table.

"Ding Lingling ~ ~ Ding Lingling ~" the phone on Damara's desk suddenly rang. Damara quickly got up, picked up the receiver and put it in his ear. He responded with expectation: "Hello, this is Damara, a reporter from the Communist Youth League Pravda. What can I do for you?"

A rustle came from the other side of the phone, and the quality of the call didn't seem very good.

"Hello! Hello! Can you hear me? " Damara responded again. After a long time, Damara was about to hang up the phone in disappointment again. Finally, a voice came from the microphone, which was just strange.

"I have some information on hand, I think you may be interested in it!" The voice on the other side of the phone was dull and stiff, not like a human voice, but like a machine.

"Can I ask what information it is about?" Nasja tries not to pay attention to each other's voice. It means that the other party is deliberately concealing his identity. Is there any big news? Damara couldn't help getting excited.

"It's about the director of the Logistics Department of Gorky University cutting the students' board expenses!" The other side of the phone replied.

"Is that the only thing? Or is there more news behind it? " Damara asked.

"That's all I can tell you at the moment!" The other replied.

"But it's just that it's not big news at all! I can't guarantee that I will be able to get into the eyes of the editor in chief! " Damara replied very disappointed.

"If you don't want it, I can go to someone else!" The other side of the phone doesn't seem to care about whether Damara wants his information or not.

"Ah! No no no! I will try my best to write this news, please give me this information Damara heard that the other party was going to find someone else and quickly dissuaded him. Damara has considered that even this kind of small corruption case is much better than the kind of things that are being written now. And this matter is related to Gorky University. Of course, it would be more attractive if it happened in the more famous Leningrad University and Moscow State University. However, Damara thinks that this kind of thing is not completely without room to play. A good writing style can arouse people's emotions. Even if it's ordinary material, Damara is confident to write an excellent news.

"All right! I can cooperate with you to try! If it's pleasant, I'll look for you again! " The other side of the phone responded.

"I have a small request. Can we just give this news to the Communist Youth League Pravda? After all, if it's an exclusive, it's easier for me to get selected! " Damara's embarrassed request came.

"No problem!" The other side simply agreed.

"Then how can I see you?" Damara asked again.

"We don't have to meet. Someone will send you the information soon. Everything you want to know is in it." With that, the other party hung up without waiting for Damara to respond.

Damara was stunned for a moment. Is that the end? Can't you wait for me to ask about something else? Damara was thinking about it when her phone rang again.

"Hello, I..." before Damara finished speaking, the voice of the other party suddenly changed. It turned out that the caller was not the one just now. It was the girl at the front desk downstairs. They said there was a package that belonged to her downstairs. Let her come down and take it.

Damara ran downstairs. After she got the package, she said thanks to the front desk staff, and then quickly ran upstairs. Also a strong curiosity, immediately opened the package.

Inside is a document and some photos. Damara first looked at the document. This is a simple information about Lana, director of Logistics Department of Gorky University. Damara scanned it at a glance, nothing new, and then put it aside. Damara picked up the photos and began to look at them one by one. It seemed that they were secretly photographed, holding a stack of money in one hand. Then Lana took off her sunglasses and took the money by herself. The photos were very clear and well illustrated the problem. But the lack of sensational effect, until Damara saw the last picture, she was almost surprised to shout.

There are no characters in the photo, just two sacks, which are full of money and overflow from the mouth of the sacks. To be honest, Damara has seen so much money in her life. If the front photo is just ordinary news, then the last one will definitely cause a sensation. But what Damara doesn't know is that the money above doesn't belong to Lana, but belongs to seliosha. He deliberately made such a picture and put it in it, so that people who saw it mistakenly thought it was Lana's.

Damara no longer hesitated. She collected the photos and documents, and soon knocked them on the typewriter. Now Damara's heart is full of anger. It's like a spring of ideas. These moths actually embezzled so much money. Even a small university canteen logistics director can be so unscrupulous.