Formal Apology Number 140

  Looking at the compensation agreement he had just signed, Fang Pengcheng immediately regretted it: Why did I sign this agreement? Isn't that just letting him get away with biting me for free? He should at least pay for my medical expenses!

  As Zhao Yang walked out of the conference room, the oppressive atmosphere that had been weighing on him also dissipated, and his mind became lively again! Upon re-examining the agreement, he suddenly came up with a brilliant idea!

  No compensation is just fine! This way, he can say that he was coerced by Zhao Yang into signing this agreement. In that case, the follow-up reports will have a direction again.

  Fang Peng carefully put away the contract, this is evidence! As the party who was bitten by a dog, no compensation is needed. If it weren't for coercion, who would believe?

  Zhao Yang, just you wait! As the saying goes, "a multitude of mouths can melt metal, and accumulated slander can destroy one's reputation", sooner or later there will be a day when you suffer a downfall and your reputation is ruined!

  Fang Pengcheng was planning this news draft, and his phone rang. He picked it up to see that it was his leader.

  He hastily answered the phone and said excitedly, "Boss, I was just about to report to you! About the report on the divine doctor, I have a new idea here! Listen to me, this time even if others want to wash their feet, they will have nothing to say! It's like this..."

  Fang Pengcheng's leader perfunctorily responded with a couple of words, suddenly interrupting him and asking in a very formal tone: "Let's put this matter aside for now... when are you coming back?"

  "Go back?" Fang Pengcheng said hesitantly, "Ah, leader, I'm preparing to dig deeper into the news about him here, what's the point of going back?"

  He fell silent for a moment before saying coldly, "Come back and process your resignation!"

  Fang Pengcheng suddenly felt like there was something wrong with his ears, and he asked uncertainly: "Leader, I didn't quite catch that. Are you saying I should go back and handle some formalities?"

  Some words are harder to say, but once said, they become easier! His leader sighed and said: "Xiao Fang, I gave you such a good opportunity, how did you end up like this? Look at the two reports you wrote, how passive it made our newspaper look! As your leader, I've always emphasized the authenticity of news, but how did you grasp it...

  Fang Pengcheng felt sweat breaking out on his body again, he first echoed the leader's words, then took this opportunity to interject and ask: "Leader, I'm a bit confused about this matter... what exactly happened?"

  What he meant was "leadership", these reports can be published, but they have been reported to him!

  "The leader" also heard the implication in his words, so the following words became distant: "Of course, I also have responsibility for this matter! The president has criticized me! However, as a frontline reporter, you did not dig deep into the news clues, but used false reports to deceive the leadership of the newspaper and deceive the vast number of readers. This is a very serious violation of journalistic ethics! In this regard, our newspaper, in accordance with the "Reporter Management Regulations", will take...

  As the "leader" spoke more and more sternly, Fang Pengcheng was so frightened that his heart seemed to be jumping out! He hastily called out: "Wait a minute!" Then he held the phone with both hands, panting heavily, saying: "Leader, I...I..." At this time, his brain quickly turned around and suddenly thought of a possibility, tentatively asking: "Is it because Zhao Yang has some extraordinary background?"

  The "leader" opposite him fell silent for a moment, and Fang Pengcheng immediately understood, hastily saying: "Leader, please give me an opportunity, I'll go apologize to him right away!"

  "The leader" said slowly and deliberately: "Xiao Fang, I think you're a pretty smart person... Never mind, the newspaper's decision has been conveyed to you. As for the outcome of things, that depends on your luck!"

  ……

  In January, I called Zhao Yang and talked about the two reports in "Tian Nan Weekly". She said indignantly: "Brother Zhao Yang, Xiaojia and I are furious! This time we can't let them off easily!"

  It's great to have such a sister! Zhao Yang smiled and said, "Don't be angry with him, it's not worth it. I just talked to that reporter and he doesn't want any compensation. He even said he won't report on me again. Let's just forget about this!"

  "But no!" Yuanchu said discontentedly. "They slandered you in the newspaper, they must apologize to you publicly!"

  Du Baoqiang stopped the car beside Zhao Yang and said: "Let's go, I'll send you back!"

  Zhao Yang didn't delay either, opened the car door and got in, covering his phone with his hand, saying: "First go to Secretary Cao's place!"

  Du Dingqiang's eyes lit up and he smiled: "Good!"

  Zhao Yang smiled and continued to say to Yuan Yue: "I don't want to be famous, what's the point of making them apologize?"

  Compared to the Tian Nan Weekly newspaper, his medical skills are high, but he is just one person. The resources and propaganda mouthpieces they control are too far apart in terms of power! Let them apologize to an individual? Since he was in middle school reading this newspaper, it seems that such a thing has never happened before! And at first, he just wanted them to stop writing about him, let alone apologize, which he didn't think of.

  Yuanyue smiled and said: "Don't worry, brother. We all know you hate trouble and want to be a hermit! Let them apologize for their own mistakes and that's it!"

  After some thought, Zhao Yang still refused, saying: "Your dad is so busy, don't bother him!"

  "Southern Weekly" and its reporter Fang Pengcheng, although the impact on him was limited, indeed made him sick. Let them apologize and eliminate their evil influence, also let other newspapers take it as a warning, so they won't bother him again. This is of course good! However, he didn't want to trouble his father in January.

  January smiled and said: "No need to find him! I'll directly find my uncle, he's the Minister of Propaganda over there, just in charge of them!"

  What a coincidence! As the local propaganda minister, this kind of thing was his responsibility, so Zhao Yang accepted it calmly.

  "In January, he asked again: 'If the newspaper doesn't apologize to you, should we make their leader apologize to you in person?'"

  Zhao Yang frowned and said, "Isn't that just adding trouble for me?"

  Yuanyue smiled and said: "That's right! Brother, you definitely don't want to meet those people!"

  Then chatted with Yuan Yue for a few more sentences, asking about her recent life situation, and hung up the phone when arriving at Cao Huaxiang's home.

  But just as she hung up her phone, Cao Jia's call came in again!

  Zhao Yang let Du Baoqiang go in first, and he stood by the car door to answer the phone.

  As soon as the phone was connected, Cao Jia immediately asked: "Was it Xiaoyue who kept calling you just now?"

  Zhao Yang said: "Is it! This time's matter, is it something you two collaborated on?"

  Cao Jia burst out laughing and said with a self-satisfied smile: "Brother, aren't the two of us your capable assistants?"

  Zhao Yang suddenly said with a bad tone: "Was your language taught by your physical education teacher?"

  "What's wrong?" Cao Jia said in a somewhat unclear tone. Then, suddenly enlightened, "Oh! I understand! Are you asking about my current language teacher and physical education teacher? The language teacher is nothing special, just a fat middle-aged woman, but our physical education teacher is a beauty! Her swordsmanship is really beautiful! Do you want me to introduce her to you?"

  Zhao Yang saw that Du Baoqiang had not gone in, but was standing under the tree at the door, smoking with his back to him. He went forward and knocked open Cao Huaxiang's big gate, took him in first, then said to Cao Jia: "You... forget it, I've come to your grandfather's place as a guest today, let's talk again next time!"

  Cao Jia shouted in dissatisfaction: "No way! No way! You chatted with Yuan Yue for 7 or 8 minutes, why did you hang up on me after just two sentences?"

  Zhao Yang flashed his mobile phone at Cao Huaxiang and said: "Jiajia's call!"

  Cao Huaxiang waved his hand to let him make a phone call first, and then busied himself pouring a cup of tea for the two of them.

  Ten minutes later, Zhao Yang hung up the phone and put it in his pocket. He then took Cao Huaxiang's pulse and asked, "You seem to have a bit of qi deficiency, what have you been doing lately?"

  This is the first winter since Zhao Yang cured his leg, and he naturally took extra care to protect this pair of legs. However, two days ago, he felt that his legs were a bit heavy, just in time to hear that Zhao Yang was coming to town, so he called him home.

  When Zhao Yang asked this way, Cao Hua thought for a moment and said: "It's the same as before, nothing has been done!" After a while, he said again: "Just changed the foot bath bucket!"

  "What has it turned into?"

  Cao Huaxiang brought over the new foot bath bucket, and Zhao Yang took one look at it and said: "This bucket isn't suitable for you to use, just change back to the original one!"

  The bottom of the new foot bucket is paved with pebbles, and while soaking feet, it can also perform acupoint massage, equivalent to doing a foot therapy every time you soak your feet.

  Foot therapy is a good way to relax the body and unblock the meridians, but it's not suitable for the elderly and those with weak bodies, because any method of unblocking the meridians will consume qi and blood! Especially in winter, during the season of "storing essence", excessive consumption of qi and blood will not only cause physical discomfort, but also easily lead to illness in the coming spring.

  "Hey, it's really been a waste of effort, and it's not even better than before!"

  The other party, Peng Cheng, has the same feeling! He originally thought that by interviewing Zhao Yang, he could quickly become famous, but unexpectedly, his fame didn't come, and now his rice bowl is in danger of being lost!

  As soon as he saw Zhao Yang get out of the car, he hastily carried two boxes of Maotai wine and walked forward with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, I'm here to apologize to you!"

  "Never mind, it's all in the past!"

  Fang Pengcheng hastily followed, saying: "I want to, I must apologize to you! Mr. Zhao, I shouldn't have disturbed you and your family, nor should I have made false reports, please forgive me!"

  Zhao Yang stood in front of the gate, frowning and saying: "I said it's over, let's just forget about it!"

  "Does this mean you've forgiven me?" Fang Pengcheng asked with a smile.

  Zhao Yang didn't say anything.

  Fang Pengcheng wiped the sweat from his face with a hand wrapped in gauze and begged: "Mr. Zhao, look at me now, can't you just let me off this one time?"

  So soon there's a reaction? He must be the scapegoat who was pushed out. Is the poor guy now because he is about to lose the power of being a journalist with many privileges and the backing of the newspaper company?

  Zhao Yang turned around and walked in after opening the door.

  "Wait!" Fang Pengcheng hastily called out. He took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Zhao, I was wrong earlier, I apologize to you! But as the saying goes, 'when you can spare someone, do spare them, why push them to the end of the road?'"

  Zhaoyang shook his head. Fang Pengcheng had only brought him trouble, but he had to "forgive those who deserved forgiveness". What kind of logic was this? Moreover, even if he didn't want to be a journalist anymore, did they have to push him to the end of the road?

  Seeing Zhao Yang enter the house without looking back, Fang Pengcheng gritted his teeth and shouted: "You don't want to be disturbed? Are you not afraid that I will make your information public?"

  Zhao Yang turned his head and looked at him, calmly saying: "You try it!"

  Fang Pengcheng hesitated for a moment and said: "I..."

  P.S: Today, it's a bit late...

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