Somewhere in southern Henan, a man wearing a Zhongshan suit and glasses sat in an office very unhappy. This was not the office of a government department, but the office of military personnel.

In front of him was also sitting a Central Army with the rank of major general on his shoulders. He looked like a division commander, and his face was very entangled at this moment.

There was no way. I heard that a batch of grain they were going to do business was snatched by refugees, and something happened to the troops guarding the grain, so that the food inside was snatched by refugees.

Although the food is originally used to help refugees, they are officials. What does it have to do with these poor sticks to death? What do they want is money. As long as they can get rich, what's wrong with being a little greedy? How many officials are not greedy these days?

As for someone who sued that the relief grain was not sent to the refugees, this kind of thing was very easy to deal with. They could find a few entrusting and ask them to clarify in the newspaper, and just say that someone had a false accusation. Anyway, there were people above them who had a good relationship with the newspaper, and they could solve the problem by writing some casually.

Officials don’t care about the lives of the people, and the government is absolutely helpless. Therefore, the most correct way is to rebuild a new one on the ruins.

"Teacher Tian, ​​you must help me find the murderer in this matter. I don't believe that these refugees have the courage to steal my food. I suspect that it is likely that the Eighth Route Army Group is behind the scenes, so you must make them look good."

This official looked aggressive and knew at a glance that there was someone above him. Commander Tian was also complaining, why did this happen in his defense zone?

Originally he was unwilling to deal with it, but who knew that the guy on the other side was his superior, and that was his old commander. He had to give him this face, otherwise how could he get promoted and make money in the future?

"Please rest assured about this matter. Since this happened in my defense zone, I, Tian, ​​naturally have no choice but to confirm that those foods are really military rations?

I heard that I have recently had some relief foods on my hair. Would you make a mistake?"

"Of course it's military rations. As for relief grains, we haven't seen them yet. Once I receive them, I'll tell you something about them." The official seemed to be lying with his eyes open. The food was clearly a relief grain, but at this time it turned into his private rations. At that time, he would be able to make another one after selling them in all directions.

Especially in Henan, there is a famine this year, so the grain can definitely be sold at a price of gold, and it will definitely be able to suck a wave of blood.

As for these poor sticks, they are leeks. After cutting one batch, there will definitely be another batch. You don’t have to care about their life or death. Where is there no leeks in the world?

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The Central Army has been conducting strict investigations. I heard that it was under the name of recovering military rations and asked the refugees to return the food immediately, otherwise extraordinary measures would be taken.

The fat man almost laughed angry when he heard this. He didn't know what these people were thinking. Chongqing clearly sent the relief food, but said that there was no. At that time, a pair of confessions from both sides would definitely make a big joke.

Wang Jing has become famous since she interviewed the Eighth Route Army and has a place in the newspaper industry. She has worked with Li Feng in Shanghai before. The student movement has been a big hit, and she was very famous at that time.

Recently, I heard that there was another famine in Henan territory and there were many refugees. I heard that there were some refugees robbing food in the middle, so the newspaper sent her here for an interview.

In fact, the newspaper was thinking that her Eighth Route Army would make some more materials. After all, at this time, the newspaper needed some morale-boosting words, and it also needed to fight public opinion wars with some newspapers. After all, these free-range literati are different from the imperial literati. One is to speak with hard work, and the other is to write the speech according to the order, and of course they will fight together.

Li Feng didn't expect to see Wang Jing here. Seeing her appearing in the Eighth Route Army's barracks again, the little fat man couldn't help but walk forward and smiled:

"Why are you always running towards our Eighth Route Army? Are you not afraid of spies targeting you?"

Wang Jing smiled knowingly and replied angrily: "The spy has already set his sights on me before, but because of the help of your people, I have escaped many crises.

The city is even more dangerous for me. I’m here, for the sake of my life safety, I’m here. I wonder if your soldiers can protect the safety of me, a weak reporter?"

"Haha, I don't know this, but if you can help them find a wife, I promise that your life will not be threatened."

The two of them joked and entered the command center. Wang Jing couldn't help but ask:

"Recently, many reporters have been running here. I heard that it is related to the refugees robbing food. I have already inquired about it. They said that behind this is the Eighth Route Army that is fueling the fire. You robbed the Central Army of the military rations."

Wang Jing is still a good reporter. She has been on the battlefield to understand the pain of the soldiers and understand whether the lower-level people are doing well.

After hearing her words, the fat man couldn't help laughing, and then slowly said:

"I can tell you now that the refugees rob food was done by me with them.

There is no way! Chongqing originally sent part of the relief grain. Logically, the grain should be distributed to refugees, but half a month later, the grain did not move.

It took me a lot of effort to find out where the food was hidden, but I didn't expect to find out what news halfway through, that is, someone actually wanted to sell the food for personal gain.

Do you know the price of food in Henan? Because of the famine this year, the price of food has increased wildly. Some people actually want to make a fortune at this time. Do you think I should take refugees to grab the food that belongs to them?”

Wang Jing was furious when she heard this. She knew that Li Feng would not joke about such things, nor would she deceive herself, so this matter must be true.

"Who is so hateful? He actually wants to use so much food for personal gain. Don't they care about the lives and deaths of the common people?"

"Hehe, look at what you said. If they care about the lives of the people, can the country still be like this?

The word "poverty stick" pops up from their mouths. Do you think they will care about the lives and deaths of these refugees?"

The little fat man had already smoked three cigarettes. Erpang, who was beside him, couldn't help coughing a few times, but Wang Jing's face was still very angry. He just wanted to start writing, but Li Feng stopped him.

"You have no evidence to write these things, but you will be beaten up by others. I think you can write something more useful, such as calling on people from all walks of life at home and abroad to donate money and materials to help these ordinary people."

Wang Jing hesitated for a while and finally chose to write this matter in another book, and instead wrote the content of calling on people from all walks of life at home and abroad to donate money and materials in the book she needed to publish.
Chapter completed!