1.1 You're an undercover journalist go ahead (up)

  Go undercover as a journalist

  Ning Yu lay under the cold bridge, dazed and confused, and fell asleep. He had been waiting under the stone bridge at the train station for five hours. He felt very uncomfortable all over his body, and the dirt on his face and the stench on his body made him feel suffocated. He was too tired to care about anything else, and he didn't know what was going on.

  He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his legs. He woke up to find two big men trampling on his body, muttering: "Let's see if this kid is a street urchin." Ning Yu looked clearly and saw that the two men in front of him were holding gleaming daggers. Under the dim light of the street lamp, the daggers emitted a chilling aura.

  Ning Yu knew that the group of people in front of him might be the gang he was looking for. He instinctively got up. Two men suddenly crouched down and pressed the icy, cold knife with a chilling glow to his neck. Ning Yu suspected that it had already left a blood mark. One of them lowered his voice and asked: "Kid, do you recognize what's in Master's hand?"

  Ning Yu's whole body trembled, and he stuttered: "Re...cognize, recognize. Big brother, I..."

  The man with the knife said: "What's wrong with you? Stand up and follow me. Did you hear that?"

  Ning Yu stood up shakily and replied, "Mm, okay... Can you move the knife a bit further away, big brother? I'm afraid of blood, it makes me dizzy." Ning Yu was absolutely tense with fear at this moment. He was just a weak scholar, how could he have experienced such a scene before?

  Unexpectedly, after Ning Yu said this sentence, the man who was speaking cursed and said: "You dare to fight with me? Let you taste the pain!" As he spoke, he swung his icy sharp knife. Ning Yu saw the blade flashing with cold light, and it fell onto his finger like lightning. The smallest finger suddenly bled profusely. He felt a burning sensation followed by an intense stabbing pain. He couldn't help but let out a loud cry: "Ah——!"

  The big man next to him kicked him in the waist with a flying foot. He let out a "guttural" sound, his mouth filled with dirt, and his head buzzing. Immediately afterwards, he felt dizzy and lost consciousness. In a daze, he still vaguely remembered the big man cursing: "Little 'bastard', dare to compete with us old men..." Although his brain had fainted at this moment, in his heart, he was secretly rejoicing that he had finally found these scoundrels. Now it's worth suffering for himself.

  In fact, Ning Yu was not an undercover police officer, but just a reporter for the evening paper. The situation was like this... As soon as Ning Yu entered the office, he felt that the atmosphere was somewhat off. Director Feng rushed over with a fiery expression. Just by looking at his face, you could tell that he definitely had some important work arrangements to make. Ning Yu understood the director's temper; he was a male chauvinist who wouldn't get anxious until things reached a critical point. Even when receiving criticism from the higher-ups, he never furrowed his brow and always maintained an unruffled demeanor. Ning Yu wondered what the director would do next. He was still imagining when the director arrived in front of him.

  The director, who was a head shorter than him, looked up at him and said, "Ning Yu, your chance has come." The director's tone was full of mystery, the kind that precedes something big. Suddenly, Ning Yu became interested, his eyes fixed on the director's face, eager to reach into his chest and grab the secret out. For three years since he joined the newspaper, he had been working as a hotline reporter in the social news department, covering mundane community news every day - car accidents, water cuts in residential areas, fires in suburban areas... nothing but trivial matters that didn't require much attention. The director had hardly ever looked at him straight in the eye. He was like a quiet tree in the department, unnoticeable.

  It was just last week that the newspaper company held a theoretical exchange, where everyone submitted an article of their thoughts and reflections. He wrote an article titled "Touching News Ideals at the Bottom of Life". In it, he elaborated on his hidden news impulses. The director recommended this article to the editor-in-chief, who gave it high praise. Perhaps it was then that he caught the director's attention, which is why he stood in front of him now. Otherwise, the director would have long been standing beside several beautiful female journalists at the department entrance.

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