Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Wang Bo sat at the desk absent-mindedly, busy with his hands, but his mind was not here.

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

Cicada's cries are annoying, why didn't the brats come to snatch them away?

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

Wang Bo shuddered, sat up straight, and said, "Yes, I can't figure it out."

"Don't think too much, just write about Yang Rui. If you have nothing to write, just go out for a walk, or else, just talk to Yang Rui." The editor-in-chief was talking in a pleasant manner, and by the way, he mentioned the teapot beside Wang Bo's table to help him. The cup is full of water.

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

The editorial department of "Jinghua Morning Post" is a small unit. Everyone has been in the same unit for more than ten or twenty years, and they may continue to work for decades in the future. Therefore, the relationship between superiors and subordinates is not very clear. Even so, there is no reason for the editor-in-chief to pour water on the editor-in-chief. Anyway, he is more than twenty years older than you.

The editor-in-chief used to pay great attention to maintaining his majesty, and of course, he pays attention to it now, so he poured a glass of water, put the pot on the table, and said with a smile: "Who doesn't pour it, that's fine, You are busy with your work, I am a big idler today. By the way, I asked Lao Wu to leave three quarters of the page for you, can you fill it up?"

The corner of Wang Bo's eyes twitched, and he asked, "Do you want a picture?"

"If you want a picture, I will give you a layout."

Not only Wang Bo's eyelids twitched, but the eyelids of other reporters and editors also twitched.

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

A four-page newspaper is a piece of newsprint, folded in half, with two pages on either side of the middle seam, and two pages in turn.

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

For example, newspapers with dozens or even hundreds of pages in later generations basically did not exist in China in 1985. First of all, there is not so much content to publish, and the most important thing is that there is not so much waste of paper. If you sell it expensively, most people are not willing to spend an extra five cents.

For tabloid editors and reporters,

The page unit they usually use to compete is a quarter of the page, no matter how small it is, it is a block of tofu, and it usually belongs to something with little connotation.

Wang Bo used to write about tofu cubes, so he didn't have much influence in newspapers or outside, let alone reputation.

Wang Bo never published the full-page article.

"You really give me a page?" 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 not.

For him, it was a career leap.

If you go out in the future, others will have to look at you with high regard. At the very least, you are qualified to go to the company alone to get a red envelope or something.

Reporter Wang—Although there are many reporters with this title, it is still very interesting to think about it.

Hey, the surname is prostitute, there are very few people with this surname.

The editor-in-chief said indifferently: "Show me the article you wrote. If you still have the same level as before, I will give you a layout with pictures."

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

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

"Sure." Wang Bo felt a little guilty. A newspaper page can contain four to five thousand words, and the accompanying pictures cannot be too large. Four thousand words are always indispensable.

It is not easy to write four thousand characters with something to say.

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 a new picture of Yang Rui and make Yang Rui look better. Just his face. I think it can increase sales."

The editor-in-chief laughed haha.

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

"Go to the props room and take that Leica camera." The editor-in-chief handed Wang Bo a note. Their newspaper office also does not have a full-time photographer. 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 only after they are worn out. Only very rarely are they sacrificed as treasures.

In the office, Han Jinjie, who joined the job in the same year, looked at the background of Wang Bo's departure and muttered softly: "Why didn't I fall into this kind of luck."

Sitting opposite Han Jinjie was Old Wu. He had taken Han Jinjie who had just graduated before, so he laughed and said, "This shows that he is good at catching hot spots."

"I also wrote a comment on Yang Rui's matter. I wanted to interview him later." Han Jinjie said a little excitedly: "Who knew that he only accepted interviews with one reporter from a newspaper, and Wang Bo went there earlier than me." It took a few days. I went to look for it again, but people ignored me. If you think he is stupid, can there be any difference between my interview and Wang Bo’s interview?"

"There must be." Old Wu smiled and said in a low voice: "You think, Wang Bo must be very concerned about the relationship with Yang Rui now."

"That's for sure."

"So, let's not say what he wrote makes Yang Rui happy, at least he can't be unhappy."

Han Jinjie came to his senses and said disdainfully, "Collusion!"

One sentence annoyed Old Wu: "How do you talk? This is called collusion? You boy, don't let Wang Bo hear it, otherwise, the editor-in-chief will definitely scold you."

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

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

Han Jinjie shrunk his neck, he wasn't in such a daze, he just talked happily.

Wang Bo, who went out by bicycle, also felt very happy.

Unsurprisingly, Yang Rui reappeared in the restaurant.

The time he is interviewed every day is the time for three meals.

That's right, breakfast is also available for interviews, but the time is short, and familiar reporters don't like to make appointments, and only newcomers try to get acquainted.

Thinking of the difference between the newcomer and the old man, Wang Bo looked up proudly. He has now joined the dinner pie, which is the longest of the three meals, and dinner is usually better, unlike lunch pie Yes, often only with snacks.

However, I heard that there are fitness groups, and the time is longer, but Wang Bo doesn't care about it. Exercising is so tiring, and it's not easy to write notes. If you accidentally develop muscle bumps all over your body, it will be ugly...

"Commissioner Yang." Wang Bo saw Yang Rui on the second floor of the Manful Building, and before he was seated, he was drooling, and asked, "Would you like to eat meat in a copper pot today?"

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

Wang Bo laughed, and said, "You pay me, and I'll eat everything."

Yang Rui is not short of money, he invites reporters every time, now he said with a smile: "That's good, old Beijing's white water sheep's head, I have eaten it a few times and I am not tired, but eating it alone is a bit boring, let's I think it’s quite suitable to eat with shabu-shabu.”

"I also think it's suitable." Wang Bo said, "Don't tell me, the last time I ate white water sheep's head was several years ago. The meat of the sheep's head was boiled until it was rotten, then chilled, and sliced ​​into thin slices." , delicious! The braised meat in the copper pot is hot, and the sheep's head is cold, cooperate!"

"Ice water is also used when boiling sheep's head. After boiling, change the water, and you have to change seven waters to get out of the pot." Yang Rui added: "It has to be done like this, so it has no smell, and it is rotten. In fact, the sheep's head It’s not smelly at all, it just looks a bit ugly, we only eat meat and don’t look at it.”

"That's right. Commissioner Yang is a gourmet."

"Don't dare to be a foodie."

"The word foodie is good, this word is good." Wang Bo praised it again and again.

Recently, the hottest news is the spat between Yang Rui and Sanmu Company, especially in Beijing@京城, where 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 flattering Yang Rui.

In terms of slobbering lawsuits between Chinese and foreign companies, there are actually quite a few in China, but most of them last a week or two. A solution that had to be accepted.

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

If it were a different person, I don't know who would meet to mix it up now, but Yang Rui didn't know how to do it, but the momentum was even bigger.

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

If it’s not done well, there won’t be many interviews.

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

Wang Bo looked at his surroundings and said cheerfully, "Is there any reporter waiting for you?"

"A reporter from the Youth Daily."

Wang Bo was surprised: "China Youth Daily?"

Yang Rui nodded slightly.

Wang Bo's head suddenly became overwhelmed, this level is a bit high.

Everyone chatting together, it's a bit difficult to focus on the key points, it's too strategic, and the readers of our newspaper don't like it.

"The two reporters are both from the China Youth Daily?" Wang Bo asked again cautiously. The two came together, and the size is not small.

Yang Rui shook his head slightly.

Wang Bo felt a little relieved. If only one person came, maybe he could talk about some less lofty topics.

As he was thinking, Yang Rui said again: "There is another reporter from the "San Francisco Chronicle", a second-generation Chinese, easy to communicate with."