"Do you know the freedom of the press?"

"What's wrong with us taking pictures? We have the right to take pictures?"

"Your gate is for you to save face. Isn't it just for people to build it?"

"If we protest here in a foreign country, you have to provide free drinks and water, do you know? Otherwise, if someone has heatstroke, you can't afford to take care of it."

The students stood at the forefront of resistance with the eight-hand news that they heard from somewhere, and faced a group of police officers who were rushing toward each other.

Yes, after receiving the report from Captain Zhong, the branch quickly sent him a group of support, but a high-level cadre was all owed, which clearly put Captain Zhong in charge.

Captain Zhong had no temper, or he gave up completely, but just directed the police to control the surroundings first, then looked at the same time, and said, "Director Bu, our domestic reporters, I will leave it to you."

Bu Gengxin smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, I'll do it."

To be honest, his expression is not easy either. In any country, crowd control is a complex problem, and something will happen if it is not done properly. It is even more dangerous to face journalists.

"I am the head of the Safeguard Department of the Genetic Engineering Laboratory. Now check your media certificates. First, I am a reporter from the domestic media. Please line up and check it out for me in turn." When Bu Geng Xin said this, he felt a little sad.

From today on, he can no longer do the "Eighteen Years of Enemy Camp" work.

Bu Geng Xin held the loudspeaker and said it in Chinese. Xu Zhengping played the guest role in the translator and then spoke it in English, which immediately shocked many students.

However, many people reacted quickly, and someone immediately shouted: "Why do you check it out?"

While the time the cadre was speaking, a cadre holding a camera gave him a photo, and the student who was shouting was suddenly a little timid.

"We are interviewing normally, why do we need to check the ID?" The reporter had a little more courage and stood up and said.

"A normal interview, can't you accept the document check?" Bu Geng Xin said calmly, and Xu Zhengping also translated calmly.

The reporter who was calling was stunned, and the reporter next to him said, "Since you agree that we are a normal interview, you don't need to check our ID."

"If you don't check the ID, how do I know if you are real reporters or fake reporters? Is it a real interview or a real trouble?" Bu Geng Xin smiled slightly, letting the spear and short cannon point at him, with a calm expression.

Several Chinese reporters looked at each other and discussed for a while. Finally, someone stood up and handed the ID to Bu Geng Xin.

Geng Xin got the book, read it repeatedly, and asked someone to record it, and handed it back.

"Is that OK?" asked the reporter who was checked for media certificate.

"This is the case for the time being." Bu Geng Xin looked at the others again and said, "Please take out the ID."

The others had no choice but to take out their IDs in turn.

Book Geng Xin still recorded it in turn, and finally checked everyone's ID and said, "Please wait."

The reporters naturally clamored, and Geng Xin ignored it. It was not until a few minutes later that a telephone line that was signed out of the laboratory rang, and he picked up the microphone and let out a "heat".

More than ten seconds later, Bu Geng Xin took the microphone out of his ear and asked, "Reporter Zhang Fuge, please come here."

The crowd was quiet again.

Zhang Fuge was the first reporter to hand over the ID card. He frowned hesitantly and asked: "What else is there? You have insisted on the ID card. Can't you check it twice?"

"The editor-in-chief of your newspaper, editor-in-chief Jiang Mao, president Wang Hongda and secretary Chen Lihui are all online." Bu Geng Xin stretched out the microphone forward and said, "They want to say a few words to you."

"I..." Zhang Fuge really wanted to say that when he came out, he had the approval of the editor-in-chief, but for a moment, Zhang Fuge did not say this sentence.

Bu Gengxin stretched out his hand, holding a microphone in his hand, as if waiting for his decision.

Zhang Fuge looked at the microphone, as if thinking about whether to pick it up.

There was an impulse to tell Zhang Fuge that he could refuse to answer the phone, then stay at the scene, and then...

Then, Zhang Fuge stepped forward and took the call.

He can write Geng Xin without fake color, can fight Captain Zhong in uniform, and can despise a research institute, but Zhang Fuge cannot do any of it for the familiar editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief, president and secretary.

Without the support of the newspaper, he had no place to publish articles.

Lifetime employment is a favorable condition for journalists to become uncrowned kings. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for newspapers, governments or state-owned enterprises to make the decision to fire a reporter, at most it is to transfer to a free job to retire.

For reporters, transferring jobs is certainly a bad thing, but it is much more comfortable than real unemployment and lack of life.

But in certain circumstances, lifelong employment is also a cage.

Not only does a reporter's income depend on the newspaper, but his residence is also distributed by the newspaper. His children are likely to study in the newspaper's school, his wife's work may also be solved by the newspaper, and his medical care and even his father's medical care may be in the newspaper's accounts. Two years earlier, the food coupons were issued by the newspaper...

"Hey." Zhang Fuge's voice was a little weak, and the earpiece was placed in his ear, as if he was deliberately staying away.

After this sound, Zhang Fuge didn't say a word.

But he did not let the receiver go.

Two minutes later, Zhang Fuge silently put down the microphone, looked forward again, and cried with tears in his eyes, but he turned his back to Yang Rui's Genetic Engineering Laboratory and left the scene.

"Reporter Qian Xinyuan, please come here." Bu Geng Xin's expression did not change at all. He seemed to have expected it and pointed another name.

For Geng Xin, it was too simple to solve the problem of several stupid reporters and Yang Rui's resources to break through the sky. Once upon a time, his skills were prepared to instigate the trained capitalist cadres.

Three minutes later.

Qian Xinyuan reporter left.

The protesters suddenly had a big uproar and started shouting, and they were extremely resistant to Geng Xin's continued name.

"Reporter Mei Zheyan." Bu Geng Xin ignored the crowd and continued to call his name.

Several students exchanged glances, rushed to the front, with their backs facing Mei Zheyan, blocking his way, but on the surface, they shouted at Bu Geng Xin: "Are you going to defeat each one? It's so shameless! We won't answer your phone number again..."

"Please give it up." reporter Mei Zheyan tried hard to separate the students from the obstacles.

He is an adult and has his own responsibilities. Seeing that political speculation has problems, he immediately had new ideas.

After all, the students had little experience and did not use any means to force people to stay. They watched Mei Zheyan answer the phone.

"I understand, I'm going to leave." Mei Zheyan said what she had thought about for a long time to look at the microphone.

Bu Gengxin smiled, nodded at Mei Zheyan, and then looked at the crowd, as if he was about to continue to call out.

"I'll leave first." A domestic reporter put down his camera and drooped his head.

"Forget it, I'm going back too."

"I...ah, I'm leaving."

The remaining domestic reporters did not wait for the phone to ring again, but walked out of the crowd one by one, attracting the attention of many foreign journalists.

"Zhou, you can't leave. Zhou, didn't you still say that you are willing to contribute to your ideals?" A blond female reporter grabbed the last middle-aged reporter in the crowd.

The latter hesitated indeed.

"Zhou, stay here. This is the best opportunity to fulfill your dream of a reporter and be a real journalist. Don't be afraid of power, but only report the facts." The blonde reporter's English word-by-word dialed, bewitching people's hearts.

Reporter Zhou lowered his head and said, "I can't just think about myself, I..."

"I'm right, there are too many people waiting for you to save it. Zhou, cloning sheep is just the first step in Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory. Can you imagine that they will stop automatically? It's impossible. They must publicize their bad behaviors and let the public know that cloning is wrong, so that they can further stop them and prevent the cloning from spreading." The blonde female reporter held reporter Zhou's rough and spotted big hand and said solemnly: "Zhou, can you imagine a world full of cloning people and cloning animals? Everyone goes to the hospital and then cloning themselves. Perhaps there are people who will use cloning to do things that are not good. Everyone must be careful in their lives, for fear that one day, their lost hair will be extracted by others, and then cloning will replace themselves..."

Zhou Yi stood there with a confused look on his face, did not leave immediately, nor did he retreat.

"Dear foreign journalists, please show your media certificate now. Those with media certificates please come forward. Those without media certificates please pack your equipment and report to Captain Zhong in 3 minutes." Bu Geng Xin did not wait for the last hesitant Chinese reporter. Through Xu Zhengping, he asked him to order foreign media reporters in English.

A group of reporters raised their weapons - the camera and the camera, pressed the shutter hard towards Bu Geng Xin's image, as if they could knock him down.

“We don’t need a media certificate.”

"You can't hide the truth."

“We are reporting for the people of the world.”

“Freedom of the press, free media!”

None of the foreign journalists present could get a media certificate issued by China, which is natural. Although domestic controls have been relaxed, the media control has not been relaxed at all. Compliant foreign media certificates not only have year, month, day and place, but also have an interview outline.

Who can give them such a media certificate?

A group of foreign journalists all faced outside with cameras, as if facing a great enemy.

Bu Gengxin just smiled, waved his hand, and said, "Take it away."

"Take...take away?" Captain Zhong was already ready to order expulsion, but he was a little surprised when he heard this order.

Bu Gengxin was very disdainful of Captain Zhong's reaction. In his opinion, this was purely an amateur.

Bu Geng Xin looked ahead and whispered: "The duty room on the south side of the courtyard wall has been vacated. Take them over and strip them all naked. Check them from your hair to **, so as not to hide tapes or film? In addition, men and women, don't do anything randomly."

"But...but..." Captain Zhong didn't expect that there was something even more exciting. He was so stupid. You are just a laboratory. Do you want to be like this?

"Be careful not to let someone run away." Bu Gengxin interrupted Captain Zhong's mutter and urged: "Let's move quickly."

"But if we do this, we will be scolded to death."
Chapter completed!