Chapter 31 African Journalists

Not far from the foot of Huanshan Mountain, on the sixth floor of the "Xugang Garden" in the relocation community, Mr. Zhao Min was humming an incomprehensible ditty and watering the plants on the balcony.

In the flowerpot, a grapevine is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then slowly climbs up the wall, climbs up the window, and covers the balcony...

Zhao Min is very happy. In summer, with this grapevine absorbing heat and blocking light, the temperature of the whole room can be lowered by several degrees, and there will be grapes to eat.

The soil in this flower pot was dug by Zhuang Buyuan from the vegetable plot of the manor, and the water was also from the manor. Although it was not as fast as in the manor, it was enough.

After the grapes grew, Zhao Min cut off a few branches and planned to go back to the manor and plant some for them to eat near the manor.

When he was happy, he suddenly heard the sound coming from the TV, and ran to the TV in a flash, staring at the screen closely.

On TV, a female reporter was talking to the camera:

"Dear viewers, my name is Zhang Li, a reporter from Xucheng TV. I have recently received complaints from enthusiastic viewers, saying that there are unscrupulous merchants who falsely advertise in such ways as 'eating tomatoes cures all diseases' and 'eating tomatoes grows hair'. Selling high-priced vegetables, we interviewed Professor Nong, a botany professor at Xucheng University. Professor Nong, do you think it is true that eating tomatoes can cure all diseases?"

Professor Nong, the botany professor on TV, is a middle-aged man in his fifties. He has slightly gray hair, is polite, and looks very elegant. Hearing this, he smiled and said: "Actually, I have refuted the rumors this year among many friends. Although I am only a botanical expert, I can tell you very responsibly that nothing in this world can cure all diseases. If you are sick, please go to the hospital and don’t trust any Internet information. article."

"Ah, my teacher is on TV." At this moment, the door of the next room opened, and a young man in his twenties walked out of the room. This was Zhao Jikun, Zhao Min's second son. He rubbed I rubbed my sleepy eyes and saw Professor Aong. I immediately became energetic. I opened my eyes wide and listened carefully.

After hearing the interview on TV, the young man sneered: "In this day and age, there are still people who believe this? What a fool, you still need to interview my teacher for such a thing? I can explain it to him clearly..." As he said, He sat next to him and watched with relish.

Soon, the reporter ended the interview with Professor Nong, and the camera turned to a stop sign.

"Dear viewers, now we have arrived at the stall where enthusiastic viewers reported...please look, there are already many people around."

The camera focused on the back of the stop sign and scanned around, finding that there were indeed many young men and women standing next to the stall talking.

There were several of them, all holding a tomato and chewing it slowly.

Among the four types of output, tomatoes have the best sales volume because tomatoes can be eaten as fruit.

The camera scanned the stall and the sign next to it again. There was not much output on the stall, especially the tomatoes, which were already empty.

"Now let me interview someone who is eating tomatoes." After the camera panned, female reporter Zhang Li interviewed a young man and said, "Hello, sir, are you here to buy tomatoes?"

"Yes."

"So why are you here buying tomatoes?"

"Oh, I watched the live broadcast on the Internet, and many people came to buy it, saying that the tomatoes here are amazing, so I bought it."

"So do you feel any changes now?"

"No, I'm quite stubborn. I might need to eat more."

"That means the tomatoes here don't cure all diseases, right?" the female reporter asked in a seductive way.

"Cure all diseases? No." The young man was a little confused, "I just want to grow some hair."

"So do you think it's worth buying a tomato for 50 yuan?"

"I felt a little unworthy at first..." Just as the young man was about to say something, the reporter had already ended the interview and said, "Okay, thank you for accepting the interview."

After interviewing a few more people, I don’t know if the video has been edited, the female reporter concluded: “Based on our interviews, most people think that the vegetables here are not worth spending 50 yuan to buy. After eating, It has no effect, let alone that it can cure all diseases. Let’s not talk about whether this kind of propaganda is reasonable. I don’t know whether this price has been approved by the Price Bureau, or whether the stalls here have been approved by the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and the Urban Management Bureau. With the permission of the bureau, we hope that the relevant departments will supervise it. Next, we also hope to interview the owner of the stall and see what they say. The owner of the stall has come out!"

"I would like to see who the owner of this stall is." Zhao Jikun's eyes widened, and then he saw a familiar figure.

Zhao Min came out of the manor carrying a basket, hurriedly poured a basket of tomatoes on the stall, then turned around and left.

The female reporter behind called several times: "Uncle, uncle!" Zhao Min didn't hear it at all.

"When was this taken?" Zhao Min was very puzzled. During the day yesterday, he helped look at Xiaodian and didn't remember what happened at all.

Next to him, Zhao Jikun was stunned. He pointed at the screen and said, "Dad...that's you? How...what's going on? Why are you selling vegetables there?"

"Oh, I recently found a job, helping people grow and sell vegetables." Zhao Min didn't say much.

"Looking for work? Dad, I know you can't stay idle. Didn't I say before? If you want to work, go to our botanical garden and help take care of some experimental fields. You can earn one or two thousand yuan a month. Why work for someone else and then work for this kind of liar!"

"No nonsense!" Zhao Min suddenly turned cold when he heard what his youngest son said: "What do you know? The owner of the village is not a liar!"

"Master? No wonder I always feel that you are talking strangely these past two days, as if you are possessed by a demon. Dad, I know you are unhappy at home, but this kind of person, this kind of liar..."

On TV, the female reporter did not interview Cheng Zhao Min. After waiting for another long time, no one came out. She walked to the stall and said to the camera: "It seems that the owner of this stall does not want to be interviewed, so we will Let’s try these so-called sky-high-priced vegetables, what are they like..."

As she spoke, she picked up the tomatoes and said to the camera: "Most agricultural products have pesticide residues. Let me wash them first..."

Someone next to her gave her a bottle of purified water, so she washed the tomatoes with purified water, then took a bite, and her expression suddenly changed.

"Well, this vegetable, how should I put it... No... it's not unpalatable, but as you know, tomatoes all taste like this..." Saying what she said against her will, the female reporter ate up the tomato in just two bites. Looking at the remaining tomatoes, he couldn't help but said: "It is said that you have to eat a few more to see the effect. I will try it myself today to see what the effects of these sky-high-priced tomatoes are..."

As she said that, she ate a few more, and the juices flowed from her food. Then she said: "I have eaten four tomatoes, and I feel that there is no difference. That's it for today's interview. We will get some other vegetables later. Go back and do experiments. We will follow up and report again tomorrow. I wonder if we can meet the owner of the stall."

Zhao Min was dumbfounded and said: "I told you why you were undercharged a lot yesterday. It must be because this woman didn't pay after eating! She ate four tomatoes for nothing, and she took them without giving her money before she left! Why is this reporter like this!"

Hearing that the reporter said he would come again today, Zhao Min quickly turned around and ran away: "I have to go and keep an eye on it, don't let this reporter steal it again! What a bad reporter!"

"Dad? Dad!" Zhao Jikun hurriedly followed.