At the Komsomolskaya Pravda newspaper, Damara, a new female intern journalist, is racking her brains for a manuscript of her own.
As a newcomer on secondment to Moscow from the local area, Damara cherished this rare opportunity.
It is a pity that the Komsomol Pravda has always been the Komsomol Pravda, as the top newspaper in China, the Komsomol Pravda has always been known for reporting exclusive news, and is often jokingly called the "mainstream gossip newspaper" among the people.
Relying on its own unique selling point, the Komsomol Pravda, which belongs to the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League, has squeezed into the top four newspapers in the country, and is known as the four mainstream newspapers along with Pravda, which belongs to the Party Central Committee, Izvestia of the Supreme Soviet, and Labor Newspaper of the All-China Federation of Trade Unions.
Like all young people with dreams, Damara hopes that she will eventually stay in this mecca of journalism, but ideals always come with harsh realities, especially when you go to work.
Although Damara was the most diligent and the best writer in the same group of interns who entered the newspaper, some of the other interns could always rely on one kind or another relationship to get first-hand material, after all, no matter how good your writing is, if the news itself is not attractive, it is impossible for the editor-in-chief to value it.
The internship is coming to an end, and Damara has been getting more and more impatient lately, giving her a headache over her news material almost every day.
Now he has a manuscript written in his hand about the marriage customs of the Tatars, to hell, who would want to see such news.
No matter how good the writing is, what new ideas can be written, Damara couldn't help but think about it and get angry, threw the pen aside, and lay on the table in despair.
"Jingle Bell Jingle Bell" The phone on Damara's desk rang suddenly.
Damala quickly got up, picked up the microphone and put it to his ear, and responded expectantly: "Hello, this is Damara, a reporter from Komsomolskaya Pravda, may I ask you what's the matter?"
There was a rustling sound on the other side of the phone, and the quality of the call didn't seem to be very good.
"Hey, can you hear me," Damara replied again.
After a long time, Damara hung up the phone again in disappointment, and finally a voice came from the microphone, but this voice was indescribably strange.
"I have some information, I think you might be interested" The voice on the other end of the phone was dull, stiff, not at all like a human voice, so like it came from a machine.
"Can I ask what kind of information is it about" Nastya concentrated and tried not to care about the other party's voice, the other party did this to show that he was deliberately concealing his identity, is there really any ulterior big news Damara couldn't help but get excited.
"It's about the head of the logistics department of Gorky University deducting the cost of food for the students," replied the other side of the phone.
"Is that just that, or is there more news behind it?"
Damara hurriedly asked.
"That's all I can tell you at the moment," he replied.
"However, it's not big news at all, and I can't guarantee that I'll be able to get into the editor-in-chief's eyes," Damara replied disappointed.
"If you don't want it, I can go to someone else" The other side of the phone didn't seem to care if Damara wanted his information or not.
"Ah, no, no, no, I'll try to write this news well, please give me this information," Damara hurriedly dissuaded when he heard that the other party was going to find someone else.
Damara thought about it, even this small corruption case is much better than this fried cold rice thing that is being written now.
And this matter is related to Gorky University, of course, it would be more attractive if the more famous Leningrad University was alive and Moscow State University, but Damara felt that this kind of thing was not completely out of play.
Good writing can arouse people's emotions, and even if it's mediocre material, Damara is confident that it will make a great piece of journalism.
"Alright then, I can work with you first, and if it's pleasant, I'll find you," the other side of the phone responded.
"I have a small request, can you just give us this news Komsomolskaya Pravda, after all, if it is a scoop, my manuscript is more likely to be chosen," Damara begged with embarrassment.
"No problem," the other party simply agreed.
"Then how can I meet you?"
asked Damara again.
"We don't have to meet, someone will send you the information in a while, and everything you want to know is in it."
After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Damara to respond.
Damara was stunned for a moment, is this the end, can't you wait for me to ask about other situations Damara was thinking about it when suddenly her phone rang again.
"Hey, hello, I" Damara didn't finish speaking, the other party's voice suddenly changed, it turned out that the caller was no longer the person just now, it was the girl at the front desk downstairs who called, they said that there was a package downstairs that belonged to her, let her hurry down and get it.
Damara hurriedly ran downstairs, and after she got the package, she thanked the front desk staff, and then quickly ran upstairs.
With a strong curiosity, I immediately opened the package.
Inside was a document and photographs, which Damara first examined.
This is a simple fact about Lana, the director of the logistics department of Gorky University.
Damara glanced at it and scanned it in ten lines, and then put it aside without any new ideas.
Damara picked up the photos and began to look at them one by one, which seemed to be taken secretly, holding a wad of money in one hand, and then Lana took off her sunglasses and took the money with her own hands, the photo was taken very clearly, which illustrates the problem very well.
But there was no sensation, until Damara saw the last picture, and she was almost screaming in surprise.
There are no people in the photo, just two sacks, full of money, all spilling out of the mouth of the sacks.
To be honest, Damara has seen so much money in her life.
If the previous photo is just ordinary news, then this last one will definitely cause a sensation.
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But what Damara didn't know was that the money above did not belong to Lana, but to Seryosha.
He deliberately made such a photo and put it inside, so that people who saw it mistakenly thought it was Lana's.
Damala didn't hesitate anymore, she put away the photos and documents, and quickly typed on the typewriter, and now Damara's heart was full of anger, it was like a spring of thought, these moths, actually embezzled so much money.
Even a small director of the logistics department of a university cafeteria can be so unscrupulous.
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