Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Wang Bo sits absent-mindedly at his desk, busy under his hands, but his mind is not here.

The sun is shining outside the window, and I don't know if the birds on the tree are hot or not.

The cries of Zhiji are boring, why don't bear children come to take them away?

"Xiao Wang, do you want to choose a topic?" The editor's voice was full of concern.

Wang Bo was agitated, sat upright, and said, "Yes, I don't understand it."

"Don't think too much, just write Yang Rui. If there is nothing to write, just go out and go around, otherwise, just talk to Yang Rui." The editor-in-chief said with Yan Yueshen, and by the way, he mentioned the teapot at Wang Bo's table to help him. The cup is full of water.

Wang Bo said "Ouch", "Don't don't don't, I can do it by myself."

The editorial department of the "Beijing Morning Post" is a small unit. Everyone has been in the same unit for more than ten or twenty years, and may have to work for several more decades. Therefore, the relationship between superiors and superiors is not very clear. Nevertheless, there is no reason for the editor-in-chief to pour water on the editor. After all, people are still twenty years older than you.

The editor-in-chief was still very careful to maintain his majesty before. Of course, he is also very careful now. Therefore, he poured a glass of water and put the pot on the table, and smiled: "Who is not the one? If you are busy with you, I am a big idler today. By the way, I asked Lao Wu to leave you three quarters of the page. Can it be filled?"

The corner of Wang Bo's eyes jumped, and he asked, "Doesn't it have a picture?"

"If you want a picture, I'll give you a layout."

Not only did Wang Bo's eyelids jump, the eyelids of other reporters and editors also jumped.

"Jinghua Morning Post" is a local tabloid. It is bigger than the newspapers of state-owned enterprises and large units. In addition, because of the Beijing @京, it is also more influential than some local tabloids, but No matter how influential it is, in the final analysis, there are only four pages.

A four-page newspaper is just one piece of newsprint, folded in opposite sides, with two pages on either side of the center seam, which in turn has two pages.

In other words, the current tabloid is just a piece of paper, printed on both sides, and finally folded in half.

For example, newspapers with dozens of pages or even hundreds of pages in later generations did not exist in China in 1985. First of all, there is not so much content published. The most important thing is that there is not so much paper wasted. If you sell it expensive, most people are not willing to spend that five cents more.

For tabloid editors and reporters, the page unit they usually compete with is a quarter of the page. No matter how small it is, it belongs to the tofu block, which is usually something with little connotation.

Wang Bo used to write about tofu, so he had no influence in newspapers and outsiders, let alone prestige.

Wang Bo has never posted a full-page article.

"Do you really give me a forum?" Wang Bo's voice was a little excited.

This is equivalent to saying that a full quarter of the next issue of the newspaper will be written by him.

This kind of treatment is not new. Many old reporters have received it, but Wang Bo has never received it.

For him, this is a career leap.

When you go out in the future, others will have to look up, and at least, you should be qualified to go to the enterprise alone to get a red envelope or something.

Reporter Wang Da--Although there are more reporters with this kind of title, it still feels good to think about it.

Hey, the surname is just fine, there are few people with the surname.

The editor-in-chief said disapprovingly: "You write a good article and show it to me. If you still have the previous level, I will give you a layout with pictures."

Wang Bo gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry, I must write it down."

"There is something to say." The editor-in-chief exhorted.

"Definitely." Wang Bo is a little frustrated. A newspaper can have four to five thousand words in one page, and it is impossible to have too many pictures. Four thousand words are always indispensable.

There is something to write about four thousand words, but it's not easy.

The editor-in-chief laughed twice, and said, "I won’t tell you about the writing technique of the whole page. I suggest you take another picture. Make Yang Rui a better picture, just his face. I think it can increase sales."

The editor-in-chief laughed haha.

Wang Bo understood, and quickly stood up, picked up the bag, and said, "I'm going to shoot now."

"Go to the props room and get the Lycra camera." The editor-in-chief handed a note to Wang Bo. Their newspaper does not have a full-time cameraman. It is customary for reporters to bring their own cameras when they go out. Of course, newly bought cameras are always allowed to be used when they are used. Only a very small amount of time will they be sacrificed as treasures.

In the office, Han Jinjie, who joined the same year, looked at the background of Wang Bo's departure, and whispered: "Why haven't I fallen into this kind of luck."

Sitting across from Han Jinjie was Lao Wu. He had brought Han Jinjie, who had just graduated, with him, so he laughed and said, "This shows that people are good at catching hot spots."

"I also wrote a comment on Yang Rui. I wanted to interview him later." Han Jinjie said, a little excited: "Who knew that he only accepted an interview with a reporter from a newspaper, Wang Bo went earlier than me. It's been a few days. I went to look for it again, and people ignored me. You said he was stupid or not. Is there any difference between my interview and Wang Bo interview?"

"There must be." Old Wu smiled and whispered: "You think, Wang Bo must really care about the relationship with Yang Rui now."

"That's for sure."

"So, if he doesn't say what he wrote makes Yang Rui happy, at least he can't be unhappy."

Han Jinjie woke up and said disdainfully: "Collusion!"

One sentence annoyed Old Wu: "How do you say it, this is called collusion? You kid, don't let Wang Bo hear it, otherwise, the editor-in-chief has to scold you."

"I'm not wrong. As journalists, we perform the responsibility of social supervision. We write things that make people happy and what we want reporters to do."

"Yes, go and supervise you, and see who lets you supervise." Old Wu didn't bother to teach this kid.

Han Jinjie shrank his neck, he was not so shocked, he was just happily talking.

Wang Bo, who went out on a bicycle, also felt that he was very happy.

Yang Rui appeared in the hotel again without a surprise.

His daily interview time is three meals a day.

That's right, I also accepted interviews for breakfast, but the time is short, and reporters who are familiar with it don't like appointments. They are all new talents trying to get familiar.

Thinking of the difference between the newcomer and the old man, Wang Bo proudly raised his head. He has now mixed into the dinner party, which is the longest time among the three meals. Moreover, dinner is usually better, not like a lunch party. Yes, I often can only eat snacks.

However, I heard that there is a fitness group, which lasts longer, and Wang Bo doesn't care about it. It’s so tiring to work out, and it’s not easy to write notes. If you accidentally develop a muscle pimple, it’s so ugly...

"Commissioner Yang." On the second floor of the Manfu Building, Wang Bo saw Yang Rui. Before he was seated, he was already drooling, and asked: "Will you eat copper pot shabu-shabu today?"

"Also white water sheep's head, you eat sheep's head, right?" Yang Rui and Wang Bo are also a little familiar, and asked with a smile.

Wang Bo laughed and said, "If you pay, I will eat everything."

Yang Rui is not short of money. He invited reporters every time. At this time, he smiled and said, "That’s good, Lao Bei @京’s white water sheep’s head, I’m not tired after eating it a few times, but it’s a bit boring to eat alone. Let’s I think it's quite suitable to eat with shabu-shabu."

"I also think it's suitable." Wang Boshuang said, "Don't tell me, the last time I ate white water sheep's head, it was years ago. The lamb's head is boiled and then chilled, thinly sliced. , Fragrant! The copper pot shabu-shabu is hot and the sheep's head is cold, cooperate!

"When the sheep's head is boiled, ice water is also used. When it is boiled, change the water. You have to change seven channels of water to get out of the pot." Yang Rui added: "It has to be done this way, it has no smell and it is cooked badly. In fact, the sheep's head It’s not mutated at first, but it looks a little ugly. We only eat meat and don’t look at our heads."

"Right, right, right. Committee member Yang is a gourmet."

"Don't dare to be a foodie."

"The word food is good, this word is good." Wang Bo praised and praised.

In the recent period, the hottest news is that Yang Rui and Sanmu Company are talking about each other, especially in Bei@京城里, everyone likes to see Chinese scholars and foreign companies come and go.

Wang Bo still attaches great importance to seizing this opportunity, and he doesn't care about patting Yang Rui's little ass.

When it comes to saliva lawsuits between Chinese and foreign companies, there are actually not young and old in China, but most of them will last for a week or two. Either one party will go wrong, or there will be intervening with the elders, and we will agree that one can be accepted by everyone, or Have to accept the plan.

Yang Rui was different, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. He had been fighting the saliva lawsuit for two months, and he didn't intend to stop it. More and more media participated.

If you change someone, you don't know who you are going to meet at the moment to mix things up, but Yang Rui doesn't know how to get it, and instead it gets even bigger.

In private, Wang Bo heard that Yang Rui had rejected several heavyweight peacemakers, which made him pay more attention to every interview.

If it doesn't, there will be no more interviews.

"By the way, there are two reporters coming together. Let's order food first, then a pot, and eat the white water sheep first." Yang Rui kindly greeted Wang Bo to sit down, and asked him for a beer. Pot of tea.

Wang Bo looked at his surroundings~www.wuxiaspot.com~ cheerfully said: "There are other reporters who want you to wait?"

"Reporter from Youth Daily."

Wang Bo was surprised: "China Youth Daily?"

Yang Rui nodded slightly.

Wang Bo's head suddenly turned upside down. This level is a bit high.

It’s a bit hard to grasp the key points when everyone chats together. It’s too high for the readers of our newspaper.

"The two reporters are both from the China Youth Daily?" Wang Bo asked again cautiously. The two of them came together, the specifications were not small.

Yang Rui shook his head slightly.

Wang Bo felt a little more relieved. If only one person came, he might be able to talk about topics that were not so high-minded.

As he was thinking, Yang Rui spoke again: "There is also a reporter from the San Francisco Chronicle, a second-generation Chinese, good communication."