Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

The person who delivered the painting was a reporter, someone I didn't recognize.

Fang Zheng Yi took the initiative to get up to welcome him and went forward to take the wooden board.

The reporter shrank back slightly and looked at Xie Xian with a questioning gaze.

Xie Xian said, "This is Lord Fang. You can talk to him about anything. Don't be shy."

The reporter looked at Fang Zheng Yi with surprise.

Fang Zheng Yi gave a warm smile and turned to ask Xie Xian, "Is he one of the reporters on our latest management trainee list?"

Management trainee reporter?

Both the reporter and Xie Xian had a question mark pop up in their heads.

Although somewhat puzzled, Xie Xian remained calm and said, "That's right, he is a new batch of management trainee reporters. Wei Zhiyong, haven't you met Lord Fang yet?"

Oh? It seems there are some hidden reasons why I was recruited... How come no one told me?

Wei Zhiyong said with delight, "Greetings, Lord Fang."

Fang Zheng Yi patted him on the shoulder and said, "Well done! You have a striking appearance and look capable. No wonder you are the elite of the elite."

"I was just chatting with Xie Xian about the recent situation of the newspaper. I heard that many people are dissatisfied with the newspaper's salary. Is there such a situation?"

Wei Zhiyong hesitated.

Should I say it or not? Although this person is the founder of the newspaper... I heard that when his son had his full moon celebration, he served vegetarian dishes to those who gave gifts.

If I don't say it, it would violate my principles.

Finally, biting the bullet, Wei Zhiyong said, "There is indeed such a situation, but Lord Fang, please listen to me..."

Fang Zheng Yi smiled gently and said, "You don't need to say more. It's good that you know there is such a situation. Any problems can be discussed openly. Don't whisper in private."

"But Little Wei, I have to teach you a lesson. As a reporter, it's not good to value money too much. What's more important is the future. Have you heard the story of the apple tree...?"

The words here don't count towards the word count, and you see so many words above summarized in one picture, so I suggest you can call me the last conscience of Tomato.

"So, as a management trainee reporter, the top priority is to improve your professional skills."

Wei Zhiyong said confusedly, "Lord Fang, what is a management trainee reporter? No one has ever told me about it."

Fang Zheng Yi stroked his chin, looking slightly conflicted, "Since you asked, it doesn't hurt to tell you. The so-called management trainee reporter is related to our newspaper's plan to cultivate high-end management personnel and talent reserves. This is a special project with the main goal of cultivating future leaders of the newspaper."

"The reason why we didn't tell you is also to prevent you from developing a sense of arrogance, thinking that someone is backing you up and no longer working hard to improve."

"But I see that you are honest and reliable, so I can give you a hint. You must learn to take the initiative to do all the big and small things in the newspaper, master the entire process, and only then can you be entrusted with important tasks in the future! At that time, you will find that on your road to success, you will gain both fame and fortune."

Fu~ture~lea~der!?

Wei Zhiyong's expression went out of control, his thoughts drifted away, and his eyes gradually became blurred until Fang Zheng Yi finished speaking before he came back to his senses.

He didn't notice at all that his heartbeat had accelerated a lot.

"Thank you for your guidance, Lord Fang!"

After Wei Zhiyong finished speaking excitedly, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

It turned out that the newspaper had such far-reaching intentions, which he hadn't noticed at all, and he was still fighting to the death for a mere two taels of silver per month.

What a small pattern!

However, listening to Lord Fang's words, it seems that there are other management trainee reporters.

But there are only a few leadership positions... I must work overtime tonight and crush the others!

"Alright, Little Wei, give me the thing, and you can go out and get busy."

Fang Zheng Yi took the wooden board and waved his hand to dismiss him.

Wei Zhiyong said gratefully, "Yes, Lord Fang!"

Entrust with important tasks.

As soon as the door was closed, a lewd smile appeared on Xie Xian's face, and he gave a thumbs up: "Master, brilliant!"

"Heh, learn from me." Fang Zheng Yi smacked his lips, "I guess this kid will work overtime tonight. After he works overtime for a few days in a row... find someone to secretly release the news that the newspaper is going to lay off employees, and let the employees compete!"

Xie Xian stood in awe: "Understood!"

"However, what is that board you took?"

Fang Zheng Yi casually placed the board on the table.

Seeing the lifelike depiction of the person on the board, Xie Xian asked in surprise, "Is this Zhao Linglong?"

Fang Zheng Yi sat back down and leaned back, "That's right, it's her. This time she has made contributions to the country, and I plan to publicize her deeds. In the future, I plan to open a school for women at Dongjiao University, similar to the one in the county."

"You have been in the newspaper for so long. You know the people's sentiments in the capital better than I do. What are your thoughts?"

Xie Xian frowned and said, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. The capital is not like Taoyuan County. Master, you may not be able to suppress it."

"There is a girls' school in the county, teaching everything from music and chess to calligraphy and painting, but how will the people in the capital see it? When the discussion starts, the mouths of the public will not be clean. If it spreads that Dongjiao University is cooperating with brothels, then the reputation will be ruined."

"Moreover, there are already many bad rumors about the newspaper... If the reputation of the newspaper is ruined, then there will be no room for recovery."

Fang Zheng Yi's eyes sharpened: "There are bad rumors about the newspaper? What's going on?"

Xie Xian said helplessly, "It's not a big deal. It's just the previous reports about the Jin Dynasty. Some people say that we are fickle, saying that the Jin Dynasty is good and then bad, saying that we don't have a single word of truth. The people are all talking like this..."

Fang Zheng Yi's old face lengthened, and he clenched his fist and knocked on the table, "These rebellious people!"

"Who allowed them to read the collected edition!!!"

Xie Xian shook his head and said, "The workload is large, and omissions are inevitable. Not only that, but some people say that we promote science every day, which is slandering other folk beliefs, saying that there is nothing but science?"

Fang Zheng Yi said with a cold face; "Otherwise? If metaphysics can make food grow in the fields and the clinic produce penicillin, I will blow up Dongjiao University tomorrow and go to cultivate immortality with them."

"There's no need to pay attention to these nonsense. Whoever has productivity is the father! We only recognize being pragmatic. If you can't come up with real things, it's useless to talk until the sky breaks. Find more reporters to fight back against these people. If you have the ability, don't go to our clinic for treatment!"

"You must handle these two things well, and you must not let the people's discussion cover up the voice of the newspaper."

"The only thing that can defeat our Banshan Newspaper is tomorrow's Banshan Newspaper! Okay, continue talking."

Xie Xian nodded in agreement: "There is also the issue of manuscript approval. In the past, a copy of the daily newspaper would be sent to the palace. So far, there have been no major problems, but involving women's enrollment will inevitably cause a huge uproar, and the palace may not allow it."

Fang Zheng Yi raised his hand and said, "I know this in my heart. There will definitely be many people who strongly oppose this, so we must first praise Zhao Linglong as a role model, so that she, as the first student to enroll, can shut those people's mouths. They won't go so far as to slap themselves in the face."

"But, if the newspaper wants to promote Zhao Linglong, will His Majesty agree?"