Rebirth: I Want to Surf

In the evening, Yao Yuan returned to the company.

Everyone was startled when they came in, Commander Yao was so imposing, he was dressed in loess and sand on his face, a lonely shadow in the world, a man in the world.

He was also startled, the room was groggy, the white light seemed to have turned yellow, and everyone was busy clearing the sand with brooms and dustpans.

"Did you close the window?"

"It's useless to close it, just drill in along the crack, and there will be a layer of soil in a while. How are you?"

"I'm a native grandson, what else can I do."

Yao Yuan took off his coat, shaking wildly at the door, like yellow rain, and finally ran to the bathroom, good guy, hair, nose, mouth, and neck, all covered with a layer of mud.

It's already off-duty time, and everyone hasn't left. The evening rush hour is already congested, and it's even more congested this day.

"Would the wind be a little lighter at night?"

"Not necessarily, the dust storm in Beijing can last for several days."

"Huh? Then when can I leave?"

"It's okay, if you really can't, go to Commander Yao's house, it's right next to you."

"I think it's okay. There are many people and it's lively. How about eating hot pot? His house has an induction cooker."

"Okay, okay, eat hot pot!"

Yao Yuan rolled his eyes and began to check everyone's homework. Each of them has at least one membership number in the club, which is used to fan the flames, pawn, hold stinky feet, etc...

Each account posted a weblog, pretending to be decent.

Liu Weiwei even took a few photos, and the writing was vivid, and it was placed on the top of the public space, which attracted many comments and echoes.

"It was too scary just now. I was in class, and suddenly it got dark. I thought Elder Sun had used his supernatural powers!"

"Damn it, I'm so lucky today! A billboard flew out and brushed past my eyes..."

"Hahahaha! The bathroom is full of sand!"

"555555, the Internet cafe is out of power, my equipment is ahhhhh!"

Yao Yuan casually clicked on a few, and found that some people left their comments, and they went to the blog to write their thoughts, which also attracted several comments.

"You go to the trumpet, leave a message for them all, and increase their popularity."

"Liu Weiwei, I'm going to start a topic on the public channel, just talk about the sandstorm, post more jokes, and recommend a few more weblogs."

"How can there be jokes? Other than Commander Yao, whose jokes can catch your eye?"

"That's true, then wait for me to get back."

Yao Yuan was very appreciative, said, took out the camera, roughly sifted through it, first selected some photos for Liu Weiwei, then got up and went upstairs to find Yu Jiajia.

"Director Yu, how are you doing?"

"Why……"

Director Yu Da was bored reading the manuscript, and said listlessly: "The Varyag has returned smoothly, "Liu Laogen" has a boom in ratings, "Meteor Garden" has been banned, Zhou Xun and Li Yapeng admitted their relationship, Guotai Minan, the weather is good~, Shun~"

"It's all thanks to you!"

Yao Yuan stepped forward and said, "I took pictures of the sandstorm all day, you must have a collection of photos, let's make an appointment?"

He handed over the camera, and Yu Jiajia took it over, flipping through them one by one, and said: "The newspaper accepts photos, ranging from 50 to 200. If the sandstorm keeps going, I can get you three photos a day, 600 yuan, three to seven cents." .”

"make a deal!"

Happily reaching an agreement, it doesn't matter if it's money or not, what you want is pleasure.

But Yu Jiajia flipped through the photos and suddenly said: "Hey, this one is not bad!"

It was a photo that was clearly taken in the car. The windshield and the passenger seat were very clear, and looking out through the glass, there was a tall and thin figure standing on the side of the road ahead.

A school uniform with red stripes on a white background, short hair, the collar is pulled up, and he is waving while holding the bicycle.

Behind is the overwhelming yellow sand, the looming silhouette of high-rise buildings, majestic and small, the majesty of nature and the beauty of youth.

Especially when taking pictures in the car, the glass windows separated by a layer add a sense of layering, and there is a strange feeling of a flower blooming in the yellow sand from a distance.

Yu Jiajia greatly appreciated it, and Yao Yuan was also very satisfied. The hobbies of middle-aged men are not for nothing!

However, he skipped the photo and said, "I can't give it to you yet, I have to communicate with others to see if they are willing."

"Hey, Commander Yao still understands the law?"

Yu Jiajia was quite surprised, and glanced up and down at him a few times, revealing a tacit expression like a man's. She didn't ask any more, picked out a few other good ones, and immediately went to the editor.

A dirty deal was struck.

After looking for an editor, Yu Jiajia went to the local news department.

For such a big event, all the reporters have been sent out, and only the director is left in charge. He raised his head and said, "Hey, why are you here today?"

"Here's a clue for you."

Yu Jiajia was originally from the local news department, and she knew her face very well. She went over and said, "Open your browser, go to hao123, this website..."

The director clicked a few times, swiped to the club's homepage, and asked curiously, "Is there a clue here?"

"Pull down, yes, see for yourself..."

Yu Jiajia walked a few steps, wiped her body again, and said deliberately: "Don't tell me I told you!"

"Understood!"

The director nodded quickly, and then continued to work on his own affairs. It took a long time before he remembered this, and planned to take a casual look. As a result, his eyes swept away and stared at the content on the screen.

Opening copy:

"The sand is forcing the capital, and having fun in the soil!"

"ha!"

The director looked at it for a while, and then went on, it was all the real experience written by the netizens here, and some small paragraphs and pictures were mixed together to form an online special topic.

After a cursory glance, he felt that it was very interesting, but it was only interesting, and suddenly he paused, and found a clue:

"Damn it! My neighbor's child was sliced ​​by a flying iron piece, and half of his arm is gone. This child is trying to save another child. It's too miserable, too miserable..."

Whoa!

The director hurriedly clicked in, and saw that the release time was ten minutes ago, and quickly checked the newspaper agency's clue database, but there was nothing.

Might be exclusive!

He suddenly became excited, busy looking for the person's contact information, touched the personal page, and then a box popped up:

"Members can view..."

…………

The yellow sand was raging, and Yao Yuan didn't like to go home.

When I think about going home and cleaning up, I get a headache, so I simply stay and work overtime.

After a network log that was baked during the day, it finally became lively at night. More and more people wrote what they saw, heard and felt today, ranging from a few sentences to an article.

The joke that Yao Yuan posted on the trumpet was still warmly welcomed.

"When I go out in the morning, I feel like I forgot to ride a camel."

"What kind of environment makes what kind of humanities, for example, it is also March, the spring in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass grows and the warblers fly, the peanut trees are mixed, and the seasonal snacks are called Qingtuan.

Let's look at the spring we lived again. The severe cold has not gone yet, and the yellow sand is coming again. The skin is rough and the meat is thick, so the dim sum can only make the donkey roll. "

There is also a picture of the youth group and the donkey rolling.

"God damn donkey roll!"

"I have to say, it is quite similar to me today."

"It's good to roll the donkey, I'm the terracotta army today!!!"

Yao Yuan directly used the background to refresh the new posts, and suddenly saw another one: "A man called me just now, saying that he was a reporter. I thought it was a liar, and he said for a long time that he was looking for me to know about the child..."

Oh, Director Yu is powerful!

Not only photos, but also news.

Yao Yuan clicked his tongue in admiration, and immediately pushed it to the public channel, and marked the "clue post" as "refined", and made a link at the bottom.

"Reporters also come to this website?"

"Then you are providing news clues, and you will be paid."

"Don't underestimate our club, it's quite famous in the capital."

"Yeah, yeah, especially since the chat room was opened, there must be 70,000 to 80,000 members now."

"Writing a diary can still be published in the newspaper? Then I will write too."

Replied one after another, and also fed back the enthusiasm of other netizens.

As soon as the sandstorm came and the topic was raised, the number of weblogs increased significantly today. It's just that there are still few pictures, and that's the reason, most people can't take pictures now, and they can still be uploaded to the computer after taking pictures.

But Yao Yuan felt that it was already great, at least it created a heated discussion.

Cultivation does not happen overnight.

He was so busy that he forgot to give out a business card with various contact information during the day.

At ten o'clock, he was about to turn off the phone and leave. Suddenly, the phone didn't ring, but the QQ that was hung up reminded someone to add friends.

"Drip, drop, drop!"

The avatar flashed, it was called "Sunshine Nature".

Sunny nature?

Yao Yuan was puzzled, why did middle-aged and elderly people add me?

Seeing that the information is from the capital city, I clicked agree casually, and the other party greeted: "Hello, I am the one who carpools during the day."

(besides……)