Liu Gang felt that God was so nice to him. Just when he was looking for an opportunity, the opportunity really appeared in front of him, and it was such a good opportunity.

Who did he find? Not far from him, there was a dark green Honda Accord. A fat man holding the steering wheel in his hand and slowly driving the car. His head stretched out from the window and looked around, as if he was looking for a target. The fat man in the car was not Fatty Luo, who was it? Although Liu Gang had evidence of Fatty Luo's bus in his hand, he was now a god-given opportunity. How could he let such a good opportunity go?

Taking out a hundred yuan and still on the table, he stood up quietly, hid in the night, staring at Fatty Luo's car from afar.

Fatty Luo looked at each other, and finally parked the car in front of a slightly luxurious karaoke bar. Then several girls came up to meet him, surrounded him and walked inside. Fatty Luo was not honest, and his hands kept touching the girls' butts and chests.

Liu Gang, who was hiding not far away, saw this scene, spitted on the ground and snorted coldly: "Fatty Luo, Fatty Luo, go play with your mistress, come here to find the lady. Don't blame me for being rude."

Fatty Luo came after talking to Liu Xin. Xiaomi came today. After Xiaomi finished her meal, he drove over alone. Unexpectedly, he met Liu Gang, which was also considered his luck.

Liu Gang found the phone number at Fatty Luo's home from the phone book, thinking that although Fatty Luo is rich and handsome, there is a tigress in the family who is not very complimentary. She is short and ugly, thin, black and short, and has nothing to do with, and has an amazing temper. No wonder Fatty Luo often looks for Xiaomi, but still in broad daylight.

It is said that Fatty Luo was quite afraid of it. Once he was beaten and was not embarrassed to come to work in the company for more than half a month. Thinking of this, Liu Gang pressed his phone number.

The phone was connected, and a cold soprano came from over there: Who is it? The fucking phone call in the middle of the night?

Liu Gang was stunned for a moment, and a vicious look flashed across his face. He seemed to have thought of something again, holding the phone without saying anything, and waited for a few scolds there before he hung up the phone.

Scandaling the street, there was a public telephone booth not far away. He ran over without hesitation and called: 110.

"Fatty Luo, Fat Luo, if you want to play, let's play big. It's better to let your wife beat you up. It's better to make you famous once. The general manager of the famous Blue Fox Company New District Branch is in the hair washing room to solicit prostitution. By the way, he also uses drugs." Liu Gang thought viciously.

The phone was connected, and she was a female operator. She asked Liu Gang what was wrong?

Liu Gang lowered his voice and said in a suppressed voice: "I found someone brought drugs into a karaoke bar."

As soon as she heard the two sensitive words "drugs", the female policeman seemed nervous and asked several questions in succession.

Liu Gang frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then talked about Fatty Luo's license plate number and approximate location. When the female policeman asked other questions, he casually made an excuse, pretended to be very scared, briefly talked about Fatty Luo's body shape and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Gang sneered in the night, and the scattered eyes under his sockets were vicious and cold.

Standing there, thinking for a while, Fatty Luo did not have drugs on him. Even if the drug control brigade came to investigate him later, he would have to be fined several thousand yuan in the end. Does this seem too cheap for Fatty Luo? Thousands of dollars are not enough for Fatty Luo to buy a bag for Xiaomi.

He took out the phone, flipped through it for a long time, and then stopped his fingers. He hesitated for a moment, and his expression was also gloomy. The owner of the phone number on the phone book was the editor of a newspaper media in the new district. In order to obtain some business, he had dealt with this editor several times. Liu Gang also asked him to wash a sauna several times and looked for a lady together.

But this person is the master who recognizes money but not people. As long as he has money, he can treat you as his grandfather. If he has no money, he will be free from negotiations, even if he is rolling around on the same lady the night before.

In order to completely get Fat Luo from the position of general manager, Liu Gang was about to spend some money, so he gritted his teeth and called the phone.

The phone was connected for a long time. As soon as it was connected, an impatient curse came: "It's a fucking problem to call in the middle of the night, so it's a good thing to bother me."

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone and complained: "Who?"

The anger on Liu Gang's face flashed, but for his future plan, he still held it for a moment, smiled, and said in a silence: "Editor Zhang, I am Xiao Liu from Blue Fox. I'm so embarrassed to call you so late."

"Is there anything wrong?" Editor-in-chief Zhang interrupted Liu Gang's words coldly and asked directly.

"That's right, I have a news to break..." Liu Gang said.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow." Editor-in-chief Zhang was a little impatient, "It's so late, I don't have the heart to talk about these things." After that, he was about to hang up the phone.

Liu Gang was a little anxious, but he understood the temperament of Editor Zhang very well, and immediately spoke: "Editor Zhang, of course it's not free news. How about 12,000 yuan? Last secondary version?"

"It's so late, I'm already asleep." When I heard the number 12,000, I hesitated for a moment on the other end of the phone, but I still said quietly, and there was no intention of hanging up the phone.

Liu Gang gritted his teeth, his face turned a little red, and he spoke, "15,000 yuan, Editor-in-Chief Zhang, 3,000 yuan is considered to treat you to a midnight snack, and he will disturb you so late." After saying that, he felt ache all over his body and his face was a little congested.

"Oh, how bad do you think you are? I won't go to how much money I've been so late. But who told us that we have a good relationship? 15,000 is 15,000. Tomorrow you will transfer to my wife's card." Editor-in-chief Zhang said with a smile: "Tell me, let me see."

"That's right. I was walking on the street just now, but I saw the anti-drug police checking a drug dealer. The drug dealer even went to find a lady..." Liu Gang said.

"Okay, I'll send a reporter to interview immediately and give you a good seat tomorrow." Editor-in-chief Zhang agreed immediately.

Liu Gang hesitated for a moment, clenched his fists, and said, "Editor Zhang, please do something, you must take a photo of this person, and you must publish his photos in the newspaper."

Editor-in-chief Zhang on the other end of the phone seemed to have guessed something, thinking that no one would spend so much money to report an insignificant gossip news, which is the main thing. However, using money to help others has done too much in the past. With a faint smile, he asked casually: Enemy?

"That's right, it's a bit of a holiday." Liu Gang said with a little pain. In order to make Fatty Luo go to the news tomorrow, he really spent a lot of money. Ten thousand yuan is equivalent to his two-month salary.

"Okay, since you have opened your mouth, this matter will be done for you." Editor-in-chief Zhang said lightly, and after that, he hung up the phone.

Editor-in-chief Zhang has the disadvantage of only accepting money but not people, but the advantages are also obvious. That is, as long as he is willing to collect money and do things, the matter will definitely be done very well and will not leave any sequelae to the parties involved. This is his shrewdness, so many people are willing to ask him for work.

For him, he also needs this type of news. It is just that the typesetting and special requirements will be more exposed than other news. Ten thousand yuan is basically pure income.

After hanging up the phone, Liu Gang cursed so much that he greeted several generations of editor-in-chief Zhang, and then dialed the phone number at Fatty Luo's home. The phone number was answered by Fatty Luo's wife, and he only said one sentence: Luo Minghu was visiting a prostitute. After that, he hung up the phone and turned off the phone.

After doing this, Liu Gang sat at a barbecue stall opposite him, ordered some beer, poured it on his own, and seemed to remember something, and he was happy.

About half an hour later, a police car parked at the door. The car door opened and seven or eight policemen in black uniforms jumped down and headed towards the dance hall where Fatty Luo was.

At the same time, an interview car was parked behind the police. Two reporters carrying cameras got out of the car. Looking at the signs on the car, it was the media where Editor-in-Chief Zhang was located.

A few minutes later, the policeman got off from above, and several ladies walked in front of him and got into the police car. Fatty Luo, like a defeated rooster, lowered his head dejectedly, and was caught between the two policemen with a look of panic.

Seeing the police come down, two reporters immediately greeted the last issue. One of the female reporters held a microphone and blocked a policeman and made an interview statement: Are you a special campaign to combat pornography and illegal publications today?

The blocked policeman glanced at the female reporter and said lightly: "If anyone reports drug dealers to solicit prostitution, we are here to fight against drugs." After that, he ignored the female reporter and was about to get into the police car.

"Then this person is a drug dealer who solicits prostitution?" the female reporter chased forward and asked, while the reporter carrying the camera brought several close-ups to Fatty Luo.

Fatty Luo seemed to realize something, and wanted to use his hands to the dancer's face, but two policemen clamped his arms tightly. He had to lower his head desperately and roar in a low voice: "Don't pat me, don't pat me, I'm not a drug dealer..."

But the two reporters were concerned about this. Not only did they come with several close-ups of their faces, but they also deliberately guided the interview topics. The basic characterization is drug dealers, prostitution, anti-pornography and illegal activities, which set the main line for tonight's interview. I believe tomorrow's headlines must be: drug dealers solicit prostitution at night, and the police show their power.

I guess this news will definitely be a topic of tomorrow as soon as it goes out.

Liu Gang was drinking beer and looked at the scene proudly. Especially when he saw Fatty Luo's dejected expression, he felt relieved. He felt a little relieved just now because he was so distressed that he had just felt that he had been feeling much more relaxed. The 10,000 yuan was worth it.
Chapter completed!