Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

?The military training in Miyun did not escape the attention of the media. To read the book · U · COM

In this day and age, media reporters are still quite capable. For example, the focus interviews started a few years later. The reporters visited governments at all levels and even underground in mining areas. The thrilling level of the film was made into a movie, which is no less than a Hollywood blockbuster.

However, although the abilities of journalists are outstanding, there are not many places where they can use them. After all, focus interviews are tacky and awe-inspiring. Before that, the stories that the media could report were extremely limited.

The Nobel Prize came out this year. It is the most interesting story outside of political life. Furthermore, small media prefer such stories.

In later generations, there are various online media making small jokes and playing small things. Fortunately, the newspaper media in the 1980s did not waste this piece. The jokes about the Nobel Prize have been badly written in recent days. Everyone urgently needs it. Fresh advice to fill.

Tens of thousands of workers were trained in the military, and Comrade Yang Rui, the Nobel laureate, announced that he was making a new drug. These are enough for reporters to make up for a while.

Wang Bo was originally a member of the fabricator faction, and his short stories and knowledge have been very popular for a long time.

Today, Comrade Wang Bo decided to write a good article.

He borrowed a camera from his work unit. Relying on his acquaintance with Yang Rui, he managed to get an "interview pass". He lay on the playground all day, taking pictures of the workers.

Of course, lying down for a day is not about taking photos for a day.

The film is so expensive, he only ordered two rolls from the unit in total, if he didn't take good photos, the film would be useless, and if he failed, he would be severely criticized.

Therefore, most of the time when Wang Bo lay down was posing.

When he poses himself, he is also waiting for the workers to pose for himself.

Here's a photo of a handsome kicker.

Here is another photo of the assembly of each team.

There is also a picture of the workers sitting cross-legged and singing loudly.

It is necessary to take a photo of standing in a military posture and carrying a gun.

Wang Bo even wanted to take a picture of a trained worker shooting with a gun, but was told "we don't have this project", which made Wang Bo very regretful.

After a day's work, he finally managed to take a few satisfactory photos. Wang Bo returned to the editorial department and immediately wrote a book, putting in the story he had prepared a long time ago, and finally brought a few accompanying pictures. I found the editor-in-chief and said with a smile: "Look at what I wrote today, but I don't know which photo to use. I need to read the book WWW·"

"Okay, wait a minute." The editor-in-chief was reading an article in a newspaper, his eyes seemed to be stuck.

Wang Bo wasn't in a hurry, he looked at the editor-in-chief with a smile, and he was yelling in his heart. After a while, the editor-in-chief saw his article, and he might not only be fascinated by reading it, but also applaud it. Naturally, Wang Bo didn't think that he had written some magnificent writing. However, as far as the level of the Beijing Morning Post is concerned, his article today should be able to come out on top.

No matter how well someone else's article is written, it's still someone else's, and it's nothing more than a pain in the hand.

Their own articles are the good things that bring sales to Jinghua Morning Post.

Wang Bo thought happily, with his fleshy face exposed to the sun for a day under Qiuhu's care, he should get a few big smiles. the end of the year,

It's time to judge the excellent and the first, and I have to give the leader a good impression.

The editor-in-chief put down the newspaper and took Wang Bo's article into his hands.

Wang Bo smiled easily, and glanced at the headline of the newspaper: .

It is the big opponent.

Like his colleagues in the unit, Wang Bo didn't have a good impression of him, and I believe the editor-in-chief was the same.

Wang Bo was a little curious, but also a little bored, so he took the newspaper over and read the articles on it.

It is a tabloid newspaper, the management is not strict, and there is no strict superior-subordinate system of government agencies. Wang Bo turned the newspaper over, glanced at the editor-in-chief who was frowning as he read his article, and thought: Read it carefully, read it The interview results of our professional reporter.

Wang Bo suppressed the pride in his heart, shook his hands, and then focused on the top.

His gaze swept down extremely quickly, subconsciously preparing to turn the page.

For a tabloid like this, if the front page is not about policy and current affairs, it is also about trivial matters, and it is never worth wasting time. On the contrary, the second edition and the third edition can often have a bit of flavor.

However, on today's front page, the title is too long for people not to pay attention:

Wang Bo's eyes froze sharply.

This... this is really... a bit too shameless!

Wang Bo hurriedly looked down at the specific content, saw the opening of the article and said: It is hard to imagine that Yang Rui, a Chinese Nobel Prize winner, was born in Xizhaizi Township, Xixian County, Nanhu City, Hedong Province. What led to his magnificent academic career... Yang Rui was a mischievous ghost when he was young. The school teacher often complained to his mother. Playing is more fun than playing alone...

Yang Rui's mother is an ordinary working woman. She cooks, washes dishes and clothes during her spare time at work every day...

Even after working in the Xixiang Development Zone, she still has not lost her true nature as a working woman. Knitting sweaters and shoe soles is a must for her. Every day when she goes to and from get off work, she will go to the vegetable field to look around, check the fence, and see if it needs to be watered or fertilized...

When Wang Bo saw this, he couldn't stand it any longer, and he threw himself on the table angrily: "It's just nonsense."

"Why are you talking nonsense." The editor-in-chief raised his head without temper.

"Yang Rui's grandfather is the secretary of the Party Committee of Xizhaizi Township. If Yang Rui doesn't study in Xizhaizi Township, where else can he go to study? His mother is not an ordinary working woman. Her father-in-law is the top leader in the township, and her mother's family is all cadres of state-owned enterprises. Every year during the Spring Festival, the threshold of the family has to be trampled, and they still do laundry and cooking? When Yang Rui was in school, their family hired a nanny, but she didn’t want it later. It was because she changed the unit and was free from work.” Wang Bo It has been carefully investigated, and it is even more angry to see the flattery.

He spoke louder and louder: "Yang Rui's family doesn't need sweaters and shoe soles either. Their family has been able to afford finished sweaters for a long time, and there is also a vegetable field, what a vegetable field!"

Wang Bo jumped angrily, and said: "Their family's vegetable field is a vegetable field with lawn after they moved to the villa area in Xixiang Development Zone. Can you believe it? A development area dares to set up a villa area. Two floors The small western-style building and the large balcony in Yishui are even paved with tiles. The tiles with the largest heads cost more than five yuan a piece, and they are all given points."

"Seeing what you're talking about, why don't you write this into your article?" The editor-in-chief's voice was fluttering and lacking strength.

Wang Bo was stunned for a moment, and said: "How can I write these. Besides, even if I write them, readers will not be willing to read them."

The editor-in-chief nodded and said, "That's true."

Although the editor-in-chief agreed with him, Wang Bo's mood was not bright, and his brows were also frowned.

"Your article is fine." Seeing his expression, the editor-in-chief smiled, and said, "It's a good article, let's publish the second edition tomorrow."

Wang Bo's original goal was the second edition, but after putting the article about Yang Rui on the front page, Wang Bo was not so happy with the second edition. He couldn't help asking, "Do you think my article is not as good as Huaxi Zaobao's?"

"Each has its own merits."

"Just talk about the gap."

The editor-in-chief laughed twice, seeing Wang Bo's resolute attitude, and he didn't need to get used to him, so he said, "As far as the article is concerned, what you write is also fine. Seeing the flames and temperament of the revolution...the majestic phalanx, stepping on the drumbeat of reform...I imagined that in the new factory, when the workers are like soldiers, obeying discipline and fighting spirit, the medicine they produce is also It must have a special curative effect..."

Wang Bo didn't feel it when he wrote it, but when he heard the editor-in-chief read it out, especially when he read it with accents, he immediately felt that it was not so catchy.

The editor-in-chief did not give him a chance to repent, and continued: "In general, the article is not bad, but compared to other Beijing Morning Post, the format is a bit smaller, don't you think?"

"This pattern... the pattern, it's not that you can't see the big from the small." Wang Bo tried his best to fight for the last little right to speak for himself.

The editor-in-chief smiled again and said, "Do you know where the best part of this article is?"

"You say."

"Everyone wants to raise a son like Yang Rui. This is not only praise and publicity for Yang Rui, but also in line with the spirit of the superiors. At the same time, it is also what readers want to know. You don't want to know how to raise your son into Yang Rui. ?”

Wang Bo was speechless, sighed, and said, "Then I know."

"I think so..." The editor-in-chief stopped Wang Bo, who was about to go out, and said, "You are familiar with Yang Rui, we can also write an article and fight with them."

"kindness?"

"Suspend this on the topic:" the editor-in-chief finished speaking, and praised his ability to name names, full of admiration.

Wang Bo refrained from slamming the door and going out, slandering in his heart: You call this fighting in the ring?

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