Where is Li Jing, the guest of the threesome? wonder

Jing Li entered Sanlian Life Weekly in May, 200012000, and worked as a reporter for the Ministry of Social Affairs. Previously, he worked as an editor in China International Trust and Investment Company from June 65438 to July 1995 in 10, and worked as a reporter and editor in the newspaper development center of China Youth Daily from June 65438 to October 2000.

After graduating from college, I played the role of a royal scholar in a well-known big company, but the longer I pampered myself, the more empty my heart became. After devoting five years of my youth, I resolutely decided to devote myself to the fiery life outside the besieged city.

The boss of my company is a literate man who loves reading. He goes to Sanlian Bookstore to scan books every week. Because of his discovery, there is a Sanlian Life Weekly in the office. At that time, I was at leisure and read every issue carefully. Even the two pages of the American book list were read word for word (the editorial department later had a debate about whether to keep this column, and I dared to support it, but it didn't save its fate). In April of 20001year, I happened to see that Life Weekly wanted to recruit a reporter from the Ministry of Human Resources and Social Security, and my heart was pounding.

Maybe it was a mistake.

I don't remember the specific content of adult Li Honggu's conversation on the day we met. I only remember that under his pressing questioning, I was both sad and angry, and I had the urge to leave early. I don't feel so sad since the day I went to school. I made up my mind to end the "three books". However, Li doesn't seem to know my teeth to him. A few days later, he called and asked me when I would come again. I hesitated for a long time, but I was always embarrassed to tell him that I didn't want to go. "Go and have a look again." I left myself a step, but I have been so confused.

I am still troubled by the mental torture we suffered on the day we met, so that now I jump out and accuse him whenever I have the chance. Adult Li muttered to himself like a naive child, "Do I really have a problem?" Occasionally, I will explain it impartially, in order to know the "cognitive boundary" of each candidate. Later, I often saw the "Sanlian" believers from all over the country walk into the office with infinite yearning. After talking with Li's adult, people were terrified and miserable, which inevitably caused sympathy. Although it has been confirmed by adult Li that I am the only reporter officially recruited by the Ministry of Social Affairs at present, I always think that this is the result of his temporary blindness.

Compared with many journalists from the Ministry of Human Resources and Social Security who were born as "good children", Mr. Li is a typical example of backward youth becoming advanced. I often joke that it is probably because Li was a bad boy who was often accused by good students when he was a student. Although I accidentally became a good person, I still have the desire to challenge and conquer when I see a "good student".

I have been with Li Honggu for a long time and found that he is actually a very generous person. The head of the Ministry of Human Resources and Social Security is sometimes a person who suffers indignities on both sides. On the one hand, he will lead several of his men and many women (Zhu Wen is the only man left in the social department at present) to undertake the part of "hard news" and search for "hard" things when "the country is rich and the people are safe"; On the other hand, we should be a "mentor" to deal with our periodic low tide of work and ideological fluctuations, and bear the resentment that we dare not vent on the editor-in-chief and pass it on to him. At first, every new reporter was only passive to Nuo Nuo and didn't dare to expect anything. After a long time, he realized that his own "thorn" only grew at the business level. Usually in the office, we often sort out his jokes in public, and Li is not in a hurry. He talks too much and sighs helplessly at most: "You bad guys!" But occasionally, he will talk about his glory as a gangster with some nostalgia, and knock down the other two front teeth with one foot (or one punch, I can't remember). Every time I hear this, I always gasp and secretly remind myself not to bully him too much recently, but in a few days, I am ready to move again.

Wan Li knows all kinds of people.

The first manuscript I made in Sanlian was about the Dashun shipwreck trial. I was deeply impressed by the shipwreck in my hometown before, so I offered to do this report. Later, the family helped find the family of a victim. I feel very lucky. I talked to him on the phone for three hours at a stretch. The receiver is switched from left ear to right ear, and then from right ear to left ear. I heard him say that his brother kept in touch with him before the sinking of the Dashun, calmly explained his own affairs, asked him to take care of the details of his elderly parents, and their dissatisfaction with the rescue and handling of the sunken ship. He said sadly, I remember it in detail. It was not until my ears and temples were sore that I hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. I reported to Li with joy and wanted to write it down. Unexpectedly, Li deadpans: "Very good, but one is not enough. Keep looking and interview at least 8 family members! "

I'm confused when I hear it. It's not easy to interview one, we have to find seven more! Where can I find the vast sea of people? Qian Qian is absolutely dissatisfied in my heart, but as a newcomer, it is not easy to get angry. I had to bite the bullet and take the phone book and beat all my classmates and friends in Dalian. It's really used by seven aunts and eight aunts. Under my pressure, they launched a "carpet search" around and managed to get the phone numbers of seven people. The two survivors coldly refused the interview request. I contacted the five family members and interviewed them, feeling that I was about to collapse.

For a long time, it was like this. For a 3000-word manuscript, you can find more than a dozen people, even dozens. There's a long list of harassment. I really think I'd rather kill thousands of people by mistake than let one go. During that time, I was under great psychological pressure and even wanted to call someone in my dreams at night. Wake up and think about it, this kind of life can't last long. But I later learned that this kind of interview method has almost become the introductory training for every reporter in the Ministry of Social Affairs. After this, when facing a new topic, you can cut in efficiently and accurately, and you will no longer be at a loss.

After arriving in Sanlian, I heard that the press conference of the Ministry of Human Resources and Social Security often travels, so I was hooked. When I was a child, I copied many famous aphorisms from my notebook, among which my favorite sentence was: Read thousands of books, take Wan Li Road, and later added "Know all kinds of people". At that time, I dreamed of traveling around with my bag on my back like Sanmao all day. I didn't know until I grew up that I, like most people, could only live a life of daily necessities. It was a selfish distraction at that time to realize my wish of "going to Wan Li Road" by taking the opportunity of business trip.

I soon learned how ridiculous my idea was. My first "collapse" was a business trip six months after I came to Sanlian. Before the Spring Festival in 2002, I was sent to Sichuan to write an ice case. "Business trip"-once you get on the plane and leave Beijing, it means "you can only succeed, not fail" to a great extent. Later, I was asked more than once what to do if the interview failed. I don't know how to explain that our pressure is racking our brains to stop this from happening.

The cold and humid winter in the south makes me a northerner extremely uncomfortable. While cursing the unheated room in the small town hotel, I grinned and told the police that "sensitive" would never agree to the interview. Until Friday noon, I was still hiding my anxiety, pretending to be a lady and dealing with the Interpol battalion chief as usual. In this way, Li Honggu's phone has been urging me that the deadline for joint publication has been advanced and must be submitted early on Sunday.

I ran to the dark and smoky Internet cafe by the roadside and typed a few words on the dirty and sticky keyboard: "Warning letter". I warn you, don't push me again, or I will rebel! After being sent to Li Honggu, he rushed out to continue to pester the police. Perhaps it was the despair in my eyes, or perhaps the spirit of perseverance touched them. On the last night, someone finally sat opposite me and told me a story in a down-to-earth way.

The next day, I hurried to catch the plane back to Beijing. It was getting late when I arrived. My Fukang car made a little mistake on the airport expressway and hit the roadside guardrail. Fortunately, although the front of the car was smashed, the driver and I were speechless except for being scared. Thinking back and forth about the moment when the car hit the guardrail, I maliciously thought that if something really happened, it was definitely not me, but those pages that were the first to be distressed by Li He.

I rushed to the office overnight, but I didn't expect the office to be more lively than usual. Jing Lei, who covered the smuggling incident, has just returned from Fujian and is going to stay up late. In the past, Jing Lei was as quiet as a girl, but that night, he looked restless and stood at the window from time to time. As he watched the sky turn white in the distance and there were more and more cars on the Third Ring Road, he muttered, "I don't want to live! I can't live like this! " The story of Jing Lei being forced to jump off a building was born. After the Spring Festival in Wuhan, Ren Honggu persuaded us, but Jing Lei resolutely left us and refused to go back to Beijing.

At that time, I was most afraid that Li would sigh when he saw the manuscript. "No material!" I often feel that I am at my wit's end in order to get this material, but he is frivolous. I suddenly despair and hate that I can't go up and fight with him right away. But after a long time, I can slowly understand Li's painstaking efforts. In the manuscript of the Ministry of Social Affairs, the editor-in-chief also firmly supports the "Li Honggu Line". Later, I often found such a change: "I feel very gratified." The editor-in-chief changed it to: "××× (telling reporters) is very gratifying."

In the "Sanlian" era, one of the gains was to train many "informants". But sometimes I feel guilty and find myself very utilitarian. I often have no time to contact my friends when I am busy. But if the interview needs it, even if you don't contact for ten years, you can finally dig people up. Until later, several informants I often harassed tore up their fake smiles as soon as they answered the phone: "What's the matter? Tell me! " After a long time, I stopped pretending and the phone went straight to the point.

I once told Li that our work is like a spy, and we are often "airdropped" to a place that has nothing to do with ourselves, and we can complete the task in a few days. Li gave me a cold punch: "You beautify yourself too much!" But later, I really had a chance to interview someone who was similar to a "broker". After just a few days of "fighting", he sighed half jokingly: "You can do my job!"

When I first arrived in Sanlian, I often felt that this job was "expensive" and it was not easy to stay for a long time. Three years, three years at most! I secretly set myself a deadline. It has been half a year since this "deadline", and I have thought about giving up countless times, but I finally stayed. Maybe it's the feeling of never knowing where tomorrow will be, what kind of events will happen and what kind of people you will deal with. This wonderful feeling really fascinates me!

Go out with trepidation

In April 2002, Air China crashed in Busan. At work on Tuesday, Li Honggu or Miao Wei tentatively said, "North Korea is so close, we can go!" Then, I looked around the Ministry of Social Affairs and found the only person who had a passport and had been to Singapore, Matai and Japan: "Jing Li, give it a try. If it works, let's go! "

I started making crazy phone calls. The information desk found the phone number of the embassy, and it has always been a voice call to read "visa instructions". Someone finally answered, but said he didn't know who to call for such a thing. I made n more phone calls and finally got the wrong visa officer. After the short English interview that day, he asked me to bring all the documents and visas with me the next day.

After getting the visa, I was only excited for a few seconds, and then I immediately fell into many details that followed: where to live there? Where can I find an interpreter? ..... In fact, when I got my visa from the embassy at noon the next day, I only had half a day to leave. I couldn't find any clues at all, so I had to try my luck by calling one by one with a phone book, but all the international students I found were in Seoul. I tried to control my anxiety and continue to look for them. I jokingly call such a move "casting a net all over the sky", and I don't know which line will be hooked by the fish.

Two or three hours later, there was good news, which finally relieved me a little. My sister helped me get in touch with Liu, the president of a trading company in Busan, but when he came to China on business, my sister translated English for him, so he had to "unfortunately" serve a China magazine he never knew. It is said that when my sister first contacted President Liu, she was puzzled: "Why did a reporter from China want me to interview in Busan?" Later, I learned that this was a private invitation.

On Thursday morning, when I boarded the plane to South Korea, my heart was full of confusion and fear about the unknown world, plus the pressure of not knowing how to complete the task. "Sanlian" has always been a style: when the task is sent down, it is just waiting for the work to be collected, and all the money should be spent. It doesn't matter how to apply for a visa, how to get food, shelter and transportation there, or how to conduct an interview.

Because I undertook the important mission of Sanlian to send reporters abroad for the first time, I stayed in MOTEL (motel) for the first two nights in Busan, which was not very noble. My ideological motivation is just that I am afraid of spending too much money. In case the task is not completed well, it will increase my psychological burden. Motels are actually lovers' hotels. The lights are dim, pornographic advertisements are scattered all over the place, and people from all walks of life come in and out. As soon as I came back in the evening, I immediately locked myself in my room and lay on a gaudy pink bed with my nose held. Until the third day, President Liu couldn't stand it. He generously put down his credit card and invited me into a four-star hotel (for three days in a row, President Liu's driver drove a luxury car and pulled up a Korean-speaking China employee to accompany me.

I am always grateful to run around the scene of accidents, hospitals and governments and mention them. The day after I arrived in Busan, I went to a hospital to look for survivors. The nurse at the reception desk kindly consulted the hospitalization list and said that there were two China people in the hospital and told me the room number. I excitedly pushed the door and went in. Two China survivors were Korean sailors who exported labor services from a company in Jilin. The thin Wu was genuinely excited to see someone coming from China for an accident. He can't wait to talk about what happened to him the first time he went abroad and caught up with him by plane. The fat man surnamed Park across the bed may have been impressed by the concept of "foreign affairs discipline" before the export of labor services. He kept looking at me warily and asked me why I didn't come with the people from the embassy. I think he has a lot of things to do, so I didn't pester him, but concentrated on asking Wu Mou many details at that time. In Tan Xing and Wu Mou, Park Mou on the bed suddenly spit out a long list of Korean words. Although I don't understand, I guessed the meaning of the other party, and I won't let Wu say it one by one. Very simple Wu hesitated and fell into the memory of the disaster that he caught on the first plane in his life.

This trick didn't work. Park took out his mobile phone, dialed a series of numbers and said loudly without hesitation, "Hello, is this the embassy?" We have a woman who claims to be a reporter here ... "When I was interviewing, my ears were catching his deeper and deeper voice, and my heart became more and more annoyed." Well, don't worry, I won't tell you the cause of the accident! "Park's voice suddenly increased, and then seriously hung up the phone.

Air China's first air crash occurred in South Korea, which greatly complicated the incident. Especially on the cause of the accident, South Korea clung to Captain China, while China believed that there was a mistake in the control tower of Busan Airport. The two sides held their own words, which was really sensitive at that time. But will an ordinary survivor know the cause of the accident? Even if he can say something to me, I won't necessarily quote, but I will be responsible for what I write! Park said I was a female spy, and I was angry and smiled helplessly at the same time.

Although I think it hurts my self-esteem to be "reported" face to face, I still try not to be disturbed by him and concentrate on Wu's interview. But suddenly there was another loud drink: "Hey, where's your certificate? ! Do you have any identification? ! "At that moment, I felt a stream of blood rushing to my forehead, and I couldn't control myself anymore. I turned to him and said, "What qualifications do you have to see my certificate? ! Did I talk to you? I didn't interview you at all, and you are not qualified to see my certificate! "

I later thought that I wouldn't care about this little "spite" in normal times, but in that case, the pressure accumulated from the moment I decided to send me to South Korea suddenly reached its peak and was released at will. Although I know that the probability of Park seeing this article is smaller than that of his being caught in an air crash again, I still want to take this opportunity to apologize to him!

To be fair, the interview was not good. After all, I was inexperienced and didn't attack everywhere when I arrived at the scene. A lot of information overlaps with China's existing report, and many valuable details are ignored. After coming back, Li said rudely that my interview was not detailed enough. What impressed me most was that I seemed to casually mention to him that when I got off the plane in Busan, I seemed to smell the salty sea water. Li said I didn't make good use of my "sense of smell" in the interview. After he reminded me, I remembered how pungent the smell of disinfection water mixed with a lot of burnt things at the scene was.

I later divided the social part into two categories: mental workers and manual workers. Adult Li is both a brain and a body, and we are all manual workers. Of course, our baby pig was also promoted by manual workers, specializing in national policies and discovering the grand significance behind it from many small things, but recently unfortunately returned to the coolie family. From "manual workers" to "migrant workers", while the Ministry of Human Resources and Social Security mainly focuses on "female migrant workers", killing people, setting fires, making troubles, and leaving with bags. After coming back from a business trip, everyone got together, each decorated with angry experiences along the way. After venting personal anger, the next day is "another hero."

Life is an experience.

After our dear and respectable eldest brother Zhuangshan left, at a gathering of the Ministry of Human Resources and Social Security, Li Honggu said bitterly that he was sorry to be sent to Zhuangshan at the scene of mine disaster or flood. The two big men were a little drunk and burst into tears. We began to laugh at them, but our hearts were a little sour and heavy. When you go out for an interview, you often have to explain the "triple"-the "three" of the 123 and the "joint" of the joint; The other party often asks doubtfully: "Life Weekly? Then why write about us? " Or just ignore it. Later, when I saw someone criticizing the first half of the "three companies", I was depressed and felt that being a reporter in the Ministry of Human Resources and Social Security was really thankless. I never dare to say how well journalists from the Ministry of Human Resources and Social Security have done, but I think the word "dedication" is at least well deserved.

Li often uses words like "big media" or "big reporter", which makes me hesitate. Late last autumn, he and Yan Jing were ordered to interview "Shenzhou 5". Compared with many "big media" with the prefix "Chinese", "Sanlian" is too insignificant and has been rejected several times before. The topic of the editorial department has been decided, and there is no way out. I was forced to go to the space city again and again. Until one day, I was temporarily arranged to wait for someone in an office. Suddenly I found the contact information of key people under the glass plate of my desk, and I was ecstatic. Before people come back, take out paper and pens and copy them down one by one. The scene is like a female spy or a female underground party in a movie. This trick really works. When you call the other person's home directly, their vigilance is much less, which is a breakthrough.

I remember dragging myself out of the space city through wits and courage, and seeing the huge CCTV TV ob van in the distance, I thought bitterly, "This is what people call recording history!" I came back dejectedly, but I couldn't help arguing with Li. But Li told me in his unassailable tone that the details I interviewed, such as Yang Liwei wearing diapers and drinking red wine early, were actually the same. I have always been skeptical about this. Maybe we should wait until the 20 th anniversary memoir to judge.

Nowadays, Zhu Wei, a smart Shanghainese, Miao Wei, a typical uncle in Beijing, and Li Honggu, a "belly button" in Wuhan, China, have become the three fulcrums of "Sanlian", which are smart, careless, meticulous, both hard and soft, but also interesting. Men like to see grandeur from events to show their grasp and understanding of the times; And I, a wanderer, like the fate of small people in the background, and feel that compassion is the most powerful thing.

I often think that I am a lazy person by nature. If it weren't for this job, I wouldn't have written so many words in my life. I became a reporter because I am interested in all novel things; Second, I like to share my feelings with others. When I was a teenager or a student, these names used to be another world to me, but then one day, when they all became my interviewees, I sincerely felt the happiness called "wonderful". Air China air crash, Bali explosion, Shenzhou 5 launch, Pakistani hostage incident-all these have become the yardsticks of my burning life width and thickness.

I have always believed that life is an experience, and expanding the boundaries of the first step is as happy as expanding the territory in the brain. The three years of "Sanlian" gave me a unique opportunity to enjoy different scenery. In this regard, I am always grateful for suffering from "female migrant workers".