Chapter 502 Developed!

  Su Xiangdong, a reporter for a newspaper in the southeast, there are also editors in the industry.

In these years, both information and physical objects have developed online. Many things offline, no matter how prosperous they were in the past, seem to have all been knocked down into "twilight industries" within a few years, and began to survive. Life is waiting for the day when it is completely swept into the garbage heap.

  Cultural information industry is the first to bear the brunt.

  The publishing house is not easy to get along with, the magazine office is not easy to get along with, and the newspaper office is not easy to get along with.

People outside the industry may just accidentally find that a familiar face they have seen for many years is missing when they approach the newsstand, and then ask a certain magazine that they have bought before and think it is good, and then get the reply from the newsstand owner: "Yo. , that one has long since been discontinued."

   Then get another one!

   is irrelevant and will not affect any life.

At most, some people who used to love a certain magazine will feel a little uncomfortable and regret it, but they will soon find a substitute, or transfer their former interest, and then accompany the things that have been with them for a few years, and gradually forget. .

But for people in the industry, it is really miserable. In this industry chain that has been hit to pieces, there is no need to talk about job placements and layoffs again and again, and salaries are almost only down and not up. Compared with the rising prices of everything, what a shame!

  Su Xiangdong was most impressed by the price of salt.

  When he entered the newspaper office, the local price of salt was 1 yuan and 21 bags, but now, it is 3 yuan and 51 bags!

"When I can't afford salt in the future, let's learn from people in some ancient places and replace salt with spicy food. It just so happens that I like millet spicy, so I decided that I will eat a steamed bun and a millet spicy, don't be too cool! "

   "Yeah, it's so cool for you. When your grave is 30 feet tall, I will go and pay you a tribute. Who made us colleagues."

"Wow, sorry, I have the same disease, and I have a lot of love. My beloved wife told me a few days ago that our family can't afford watermelons. It used to be five dollars for a watermelon, but now the same watermelon costs fifty dollars a piece! It's not as delicious as it used to be. In the past summer, I used to have a watermelon a day, but now I can only eat one a week. Alas, the water is so dire, it seems that I have returned to the old society."

"Little comrade, your thinking is wrong. As long as your thinking doesn't slip, the solution is better than the difficulty. In the old society, can you get a watermelon a week? I think too much about you. If you let the boss hear this, tsk, you'll be on the transfer list. First, it's you!"

   "Just tune it, who's afraid of who. I write these boring things every day, and I change them three times and five times. I think it's better to send newspapers than this."

   "It's really not your turn to deliver newspapers. That position belongs to our boss's brother-in-law."

  …

   This is what Su Xiangdong and his colleagues were talking about once.

   In fact, the entire newspaper office, from the boss, to the editor-in-chief, to the editors and their content editors, has never had a good life.

The boss is worried about the survival and development of the newspaper, and resisting or catering to the tide of the Internet is enough to make him exhausted. The editor-in-chief is worried about the content orientation. The tastes of the post-80s, the post-90s, and the post-00s are almost completely different, and with the development and differentiation of the economy, people at different economic levels have naturally very different tastes.

   "The local religious office plans to cooperate with the Senior Cultural Center to hold a folk appreciation activity of 'tradition and modernity, religion and fashion'. This newspaper is also one of the partners, and we need you to come up with something."

   The editor-in-chief said this to them a few days ago.

   In view of the fact that the sponsorship is quite expensive this time, the newspaper has also shown considerable sincerity and sent their editors to various parts of the country to find the first-hand materials they need.

Northeast China, northwest China, southeast China, southwest China, um, there is also central China, seven major areas in the country. They adhere to the principle of fairness and justice, and decide by lottery, so the landlords are always bombed from the beginning to the end, and they always run into pig teammates. Comrade Su Xiangdong, who always played mahjong among the three of them, and the other one exclusively, was drawn to the northwest area without any accident.

   "I knew it was like that!"

   Su Xiangdong, who had been beaten by God so much that he had no resistance, bought a plane ticket and flew from the southeast to the northwest.

   It’s not a peak season or a busy area. Discounted air tickets are a little more expensive than hard seats. As for the high-speed rail, there is no need to think about it. Even if the newspaper office is dismantled, it is impossible to pay the money.

   After getting off the plane and taking the green leather, getting off the green leather and taking the bus, getting off the bus and riding the tricycle, getting off the tricycle and riding the shared bicycle, Su Xiangdong went to various selected places.

   In other words, there is still a little benefit to their front-line editors, that is, they are trained to be very good, they are definitely worthy of the party, worthy of the people, worthy of their daughter-in-law, and the only one who is sorry may be themselves.

  So, when he came to Gang Rinpoche with nine consecutive rounds and eighteen bends, he didn’t know whether it was altitude sickness that came late or what the hell. Su Xiangdong felt as if he had caught a cold.

   Dizziness and headache, my head seems to be caught by the door, my whole body is weak, and I can't lift the slightest bit of energy.

   It is a lie to say that the pain is to death, but it is absolutely not a discount, so Su Xiangdong decided to take a day off here and wait until his physical condition improves a little before working.

   Of course, you can't take a full break.

  People cannot move, machines cannot move.

  Su Xiangdong set up the camera, turned on the automatic camera while facing the turning mountain road, and he himself, like a beggar gang disciple living in the rivers and lakes, huddled at the bottom of the camera without any image.

   Decent?

nonexistent.

   Being able to pretend to be a human being, pretending to be a ghost, being able to join a beggar gang, and being able to walk into the Great Hall are the basic qualities of editors.

   Lying there like a zombie, Su Xiangdong faced the direction of Mount Kailash, and it took more than an hour to lie there.

   Sleepy, but TM really can't sleep.

   When he was bored, Su Xiangdong's eyes that seemed to be open or closed suddenly widened, and he sat up in a clunky manner, almost knocking over the camera. ——Lying in a big groove, what is that?

   Aliens come to earth?

   A large glowing marshmallow appeared on the top of the mountain in the distance, it definitely appeared out of nowhere! Then, just when Su Xiangdong was stunned, the big marshmallow suddenly spread out into countless strands.

  The inexhaustible strands of light erupted in all directions from where the big cotton candy was originally.

The    process seems to be very long, but in fact it only takes a few seconds.

   When Su Xiangdong came back to his senses, the outbreak was over, all the light had disappeared, and the originally bright and clean sky with the sun seemed to have become a bit dim.

   It seems that with the disappearance of that light, the whole world is eclipsed.

but……

  Su Xiangdong felt warm on his body.

   Just now, his body was sprinkled by the light, but now, the whole person is like soaking in a hot spring.

What dizziness, headache, general weakness, are disappearing at an extremely fast speed, and even Su Xiangdong can smell the smell of soil and grass around him, very clear and clear, like a small rain in the countryside. Same on the road.

what is that?

  Su Xiangdong jumped up directly from the ground, stretched his arms, shook his legs, twisted his waist and turned his buttocks, confirming that it was not an illusion, his physical condition was indeed completely improved in an instant!

   Is that... the Holy Light?

   I have been working on this topic for the past few days. At this moment, a word flashed in Su Xiangdong's mind for the first time, "Buddha's light shines brightly".

  Su Xiangdong's little heart was beating thumping.

   "By the way, the camera!"

   "I recorded it!"

  Probably, this is the only record at the scene!

   got rich.

  No, I'm going to develop.

  The sensitivity of being a reporter made Su Xiangdong throw away the changes in his body all of a sudden. Holding the camera, he didn’t even have time to put away the tripod, so he sprinted 100 meters towards the hotel.

   He wants to make sure that the camera has captured it!

   If it was taken, it would be the Qing Eighteen Arhats opening, and there would be nothing in the sky in an instant, and if it was not taken, it would be when TM opened the pole, and other people's Qing Eighteen Arhats would be shot.

   is the difference between heaven and hell.

  The thief God, you have tricked me so many times, I didn't care about you, this time, can you do it a little bit?

   Amitabha!

Buddha bless!

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   (end of this chapter)