The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 330 It's just that the bad guys have gotten old.
He Huan held her phone between her shoulder and face, freeing her hands to find a notebook and pen to take notes.

"Master Li, did he say he wanted to tell me anything?"

“I asked, but he wouldn’t tell me. He insists on seeing you.”

"Okay, what's his name?"

"Li Weizheng."

He Huan wrote down the name and then asked the other person where they were from.

"Judging from their accent, they seem to be locals."

"Master Li, it's like this, I still have a manuscript to finish right now, could you please ask him to wait a moment, I will definitely go down to see him within half an hour."

“Xiao He, this won’t do. I already told him you were at work and didn’t have time, but he just sat on the floor and started acting like a jerk, yelling and shouting. I was worried it would have a bad influence, so I called you.”

Just as He Huan was about to speak, Bai Yang snatched the phone away.

“Master Li, I’m Bai Yang, He Huan’s colleague… Yes, the host of ‘News in Progress’. Tell that Li Weizheng that our TV station doesn’t tolerate tantrums and disruptive behavior. He either has to wait patiently, or if he makes a scene again, just call the police!”

After saying that, he hung up the phone and handed it back to He Huan.

He Huan reluctantly took the phone, packed her things, and stood up.

Bai Yang hurriedly called out to He Huan.

"Where are you going?"

"Go and meet that Li Weizheng."

Bai Yang argued vehemently:

"Didn't we tell him to wait? Judging from the way he acted like a spoiled brat at the door, I reckon he's just an old scoundrel trying to distort the truth and use our media as pawns. What's wrong with giving him a break?"

He Huan shrugged:

"You just said that online self-media is like the boy who cried wolf to us traditional media. Now put yourself in the other person's shoes. If you were an online self-media person, what would you do in this situation? Leave the person hanging, or immediately go and conduct an interview?"

With Bai Yang speechless, He Huan turned and left.

Bai Yang only saw the impact of online self-media on traditional media, but failed to reflect further on his own actions.

In He Huan's view, the biggest problem with traditional media is that it is too aloof, high and mighty and out of touch with reality.

This is also why He Huan was willing to immediately put down her work and go see Li Weizheng.

When I arrived at the entrance of the TV station, I saw a man in his fifties with half-gray hair standing under a tree by the roadside, smoking.

Upon seeing He Huan emerge, the man immediately threw his cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, and prepared to walk towards the main entrance of the television station.

When the man reached the guardhouse, he was stopped by Lao Li.

"Who gave you permission to barge in?"

A hint of resentment flashed in the man's eyes.

A mere gatekeeper, looking down on people, huh?

Seeing that the man was being stopped, He Huan quickly walked towards the door.

Upon reaching the door, He Huan proactively extended her hand.

"You must be Mr. Li Weizheng? Hello, I am He Huan."

The man carefully examined He Huan, confirming that she was the reporter from the television station, before nodding.

"Yes, I am Li Weizheng."

Do you have any news tips to share?

"That's right——"

Li Wei nodded while glancing at the security guard, Lao Li, standing to the side.

Old Li snorted coldly and turned back to the guardhouse.

As if they were so eager to hear about such trivial matters.

He Huan immediately saw through Li Weizheng's thoughts.

"Mr. Li, how about this, let's find a place nearby to sit down and talk slowly?"

Li Weizheng immediately nodded in agreement, but then added:

"I'd rather not have coffee or anything, I haven't had breakfast yet."

He Huan understood:

"Okay, let's find a snack shop nearby and chat while we eat."

A few minutes later, He Huan led Li Wei to a noodle shop near the TV station.

"Boss, a large plate of scallion oil noodles, please."

After ordering, the two found a table where no one was sitting on either side.

There weren't many customers in the shop at the moment, and the owner quickly brought out the noodles.

Li Wei picked up his chopsticks and began to eat heartily.

Just then, Bai Yang sent He Huan a text message.

Have you seen them yet?

He Huan picked up her phone and started replying to text messages.

"I saw him. He's eating at a noodle shop."

"Alright, I'm even mooching breakfast from you. Don't blame me for not warning you, if the news leaked by this kind of person is even 30% true, that's considered good."

"Don't worry, it's not like I'm a reporter for the first time."

"Okay, I'm waiting for you to dig up a big scoop for our station this time."

He Huan didn't take Bai Yang's teasing to heart.

After putting her phone back in her bag, He Huan took out her notebook and pen as usual.

I was originally going to take out my recording pen, but when I saw Li Weizheng wolfing down his scallion oil noodles, which he had eaten more than half a bowl of in no time, I was surprised.

He Huan hesitated.

It's not that I look down on the poor, but Li Weizheng is physically healthy and doesn't seem to have any health problems. There are only two possible reasons why someone like him would be reduced to not being able to afford even breakfast.

First, laziness.

Secondly, it's slippery.

Regardless of the reason, He Huan felt she should be careful.

Seeing that Li Weizheng had devoured a large plate of scallion oil noodles, He Huan offered to bring him a free bowl of egg drop soup.

Li Wei happily accepted it, praising He Huan as a good person.

After Li Weizheng finished his soup, He Huan didn't rush to start the interview, but instead chatted about everyday things.

"Mr. Li, are you a local of Shanghai? Where do you live?"

"Family?"

Li Weizheng chuckled self-deprecatingly: "I have no home."

Yes, he did have some, but he had already paid it off to his creditors more than 20 years ago to pay off his gambling debts.

After losing the house, his wife and children had to rent a place to live.

Even so, Li Weizheng remained incorrigible, continuing his gambling addiction. When he lost, he would get drunk and beat his wife and daughter.

Finally, with too much debt, he had no choice but to abandon his wife and daughter and flee to another place.

Once there, Li Weizheng also became dishonest. He went to prison five years ago for theft and was only recently released.

He happened to run into an old neighbor and learned from him that his wife had died of illness, but his daughter was doing well, having gone to university and found a decent job.

So he had the idea of ​​going back to Shanghai to ask his daughter for money to support him in his old age.

Of course, none of this could be told to He Huan in front of her.

"Reporter He, let's get down to business." "Okay."

He Huan unscrewed the pen cap, making a gesture as if she was about to start taking notes.

Li Weizheng began to explain why he had come to find He Huan.

"A while ago, I saw a news report on TV by reporter He about a girl from Suzhou who could have gotten into Tsinghua University but was forced by her mother to change her application. What was her name again—"

“Su Mingyu,” He Huan reminded her.

“Yes, yes, that’s her.” Li Weizheng nodded repeatedly: “When I saw the news, I felt sorry for that girl. But after asking around, I found out that her father was even more pitiful. His wife cheated on him and had a son with the other man. He was kept in the dark and raised someone else’s son for more than 20 years. Can’t you believe how infuriating that is?”

"Hmm—" He Huan didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He Huan had, of course, heard about Su Daqiang's affair, and he heard it from Su Mingyu herself.

There are two reasons why this wasn't reported.

First, Su Daqiang's case had already been reported by local media in Suzhou.

Secondly, He Huan interviewed Su Mingyu, Fang Sijin, and Liu Wenjing mainly to expose the phenomenon of favoring sons over daughters.

The report on Su Daqiang's plight not only overshadowed the main point but also went off-topic.

"Mr. Li, how is this matter related to the news tip you wanted to share?"

"Of course I have, because I had the same experience as Su Mingyu's father."

At this point, Li Weizheng glanced around to make sure no one was eavesdropping before lowering his voice:
"My wife cheated on me too."

He Huan frowned.

"Mr. Li, do you have any evidence?"

Li Weizheng shrugged.

"No, that's why I came to you for help."

"Mr. Li, you should file a lawsuit in court first for this kind of thing."

"Who should we sue?"

"Of course you should sue your wife. Don't you suspect she's cheating on you?"

Li Wei sneered.

"My wife died of illness three years ago. How can I sue her? Should I go see the King of Hell?"

He Huan was stunned.

"Mr. Li, I'm sorry, I didn't know—"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Weizheng waved his hand.

“Reporter He, you’re not wrong, actually. My wife is gone, but her illegitimate child is still alive. My current thought is to sue her!”

So you came to me wanting to expose this matter and put public pressure on your daughter and the court?

The moment He Huan heard this, he understood Li Weizheng's plan.

Although... this matter does have news value, He Huan certainly won't believe Li Weizheng's one-sided story.

"Mr. Li, could you tell me in detail what exactly happened?"

Li Weizheng glanced at He Huan, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

“I want to do a paternity test with that bastard… my daughter, but I’m afraid she won’t agree, so I’m asking your TV station for help.”

He Huan immediately pressed further: "Have you spoken to your daughter about this before?"

Li Weizheng rolled his eyes and suddenly sighed.

“I have looked for her. Of course I have. I always thought of her as my own daughter until I saw what happened to Su Mingyu and her father on TV. That’s when I started to have doubts.”

"And then you went to find her?" He Huan asked while quickly taking notes in her notebook.

"Yes, at first my idea was very simple. After all, we are father and daughter. I just wanted to get things clear and have her compensate me on behalf of her mother so that we could part amicably."

He Huan suddenly raised her head and gave Li Weizheng a deep look.

A hint of panic flashed in Li Weizheng's eyes, and he could only bolster his courage by raising his voice.

“My daughter now works at a law firm as a secretary to a senior lawyer. When I went there, I was kicked out before I even saw her. Later, I guess they were afraid that I would cause trouble and affect their business, so the senior lawyer came forward and told me to go ahead and sue them in court. They have connections in the court and they have plenty of ways to make me lose the case.”

He Huan couldn't help but stop writing.

Although taking notes in the notebook was just for show, she simply couldn't bear to listen to Li Weizheng's flawed explanation.

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that a domestic lawyer would never say such a thing.
Did you think this was a Hong Kong drama?
Lawyers are the henchmen of the wealthy villains, and can arrogantly tell the victims...

Sorry, but money really can buy anything.

Li Weizheng, unaware that his words had given him away, continued to complain: "At first I was puzzled. My daughter is just his secretary, not his lover. Why is he so protective of her? Then a kind person at their law firm, who couldn't bear to see me being bullied, secretly told me that my daughter really is having an affair with that lawyer."

He Huan put down his pen, looked up and stared at Li Weizheng with a serious expression.

"Mr. Li, although your situation is pitiful, you have to take responsibility for saying such things. Do you have any evidence?"

Hearing the unfriendly tone of He Huan, Li Weizheng immediately became somewhat embarrassed and angry.

"If I had evidence, why would I be coming to the media? If you don't believe me, you can go to that law firm and investigate. Don't normal law firms only hire law students? My daughter didn't study law, yet she got into that law firm. Who would believe there's nothing going on here?"

He Huan put down his pen, looked up, and said seriously:

"Mr. Li, rest assured, I will carefully verify everything you have said, including your family situation and the experiences of your wife and daughter over the years. I will investigate thoroughly."

"Snapped!"

Li Wei slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"What do you mean? I asked you to leak news and investigate that bastard, but you want to investigate me instead?"

He Huan raised her head and looked at the furious Li Weizheng without changing her expression.

“Mr. Li, our duty as journalists is to investigate and find out the truth. If we publish false information, we are misleading the public, and spreading rumors is a crime punishable by law.”

"Fine, since your TV station refuses to help, I won't let you publish this news, otherwise I'll sue you for violating citizens' privacy!"

After saying that, he stormed out of the noodle shop.

When He Huan turned around, Li Weizheng had already disappeared.

Just then, He Huan's phone rang.

Seeing that it was Bai Yang calling, He Huan immediately answered the call.

"Are you still at the noodle shop?"

"I was just about to leave, what's wrong?"

"Has Li Weizheng left yet?"

"Leaved early."

He Huan put the notebook and pen into her bag and took out her wallet to pay the bill.

Upon hearing the noise on the other end of the phone, Bai Yang said irritably, "What? I told you the other party is a liar, and you still don't believe me."

Holding her phone, He Huan paid the bill while saying, "Do you know why he left? It's because he couldn't provide any evidence for what he said. Similarly, you say he's a liar, do you have any evidence?"

Sorry, I actually do have one!

“I asked a friend to look into this Li Weizheng. He was imprisoned in Nanjing five years ago for theft and was only recently released... But Old Li wasn’t wrong. He’s a local from Shanghai, but twenty years ago he abandoned his wife and daughters and fled to another place because he had a mountain of gambling debts. Tell me, what truth can come out of a person like that?”

Bai Yang presented the evidence.

Just then, He Huan came out of the noodle shop and looked up to see Li Wei hailing a taxi and getting in.

He Huan held up his phone, speechless for a moment.

It's not that old people have become bad, but that bad people have grown old.

When you encounter someone like that, you can only consider yourself unlucky.

(End of this chapter)