? Miyun's military training did not deviate from the media's vision. To read a book·U·COM

　　 In this era, media reporters are still quite capable, such as the focus interviews that started a few years later. Reporters made unannounced visits to governments at all levels and even underground mines. The thrilling level was made into a movie, which was no more than a Hollywood blockbuster.

　　 However, the reporters' abilities are outstanding, but there are not many places to play. Focus interviews are after all tacky, and before that, the stories that the media can report are also extremely limited.

　　 The Nobel Prize came out this year. It is the most interesting story outside of political life, and the grade is also very high. No matter which level of media you are in, you will not lose points. Furthermore, small media still prefer such stories.

In later generations, there are various online media for small jokes, and it’s fortunate that the newspaper media in the 1980s did not put this piece of waste. The jokes about the Nobel Prize have been badly written in recent days. Everyone urgently needs it. Fresh consultation comes to fill.

　　 Tens of thousands of workers were trained by the military, and there was Nobel Prize winner Comrade Yang Rui who announced new medicines. This was enough for reporters to make up for a while.

　　'S Wang Bo was originally a member of the fabricator faction. The short stories and little knowledge he made 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 getting to know Yang Rui, he finally got an "interview card" and spent the whole day lying on the playground, taking pictures of the workers.

　　 Of course, a day’s time is not to take a day's photos.

　　 How expensive is the film? He also asked for two rolls from the unit. If you don't take good photos, the film will be blank, and it will be severely criticized.

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

　　 He poses himself, and is also waiting for the workers to pose himself.

　　 Here is a handsome picture of kicking.

　　 Here is another photo of the teams assembled.

　　 The workers are sitting cross-legged and there is a photo of singing loudly.

　　 I have to take a picture of standing in military position and carrying a gun.

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

After a day’s work, Wang Bo finally took a few satisfactory photos. Wang Bo returned to the editorial department and immediately wrote and wrote the story he had prepared before, and finally brought a few photos with him. I went to the editor-in-chief and said with a smile: "Look at what I wrote today, and I don't know which photo to use. Read the book WWW·"

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

Wang Bo was not in a hurry, looked at the editor with a smile, and felt yy in his heart. After a while, the editor saw his own article, and I was afraid that he would not only read it, I am afraid that he would make a case and applaud Wang Bo. Naturally, he did not think that he had written some great essays. However, as far as the level of the Beijing Morning Post is concerned, his article today should be the top spot.

　　 No matter how well someone else’s article is written, it is also someone else’s. It’s nothing more than a pain to make a case.

　　'S own article, that is the good thing that brings sales to the Beijing Morning Post.

　　 Wang Bomei thought, just by relying on his face after a day of sun exposure under the care of Qiuhuo, he should get a few big smiles. At the end of the year, it's time to make a good evaluation, so 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 relaxedly, and glanced at the newspaper's head up by the way:.

　　 is the big opponent.

　　 Like his colleagues in the unit, Wang Bo has no good impressions, and I believe the editor-in-chief is the same.

　　 Wang Bo was a little curious and bored, so he took the newspaper and read the article on it.

It is a tabloid newspaper, and there is no strict management system, and there is no strict subordinate system of government agencies. Wang Bo turned the newspaper over and glanced at the editor-in-chief who was frowning and reading his article. The results of our professional reporter’s interview.

　　 Wang Bo suppressed the complacency in his heart and shook his hands before he focused on it.

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

　　Like this tabloid, if the front page is not a policy or current event, it is also a trivial matter. It has never been worth wasting time. It's the second edition and the third edition, which can often have a bit of flavor.

　　 However, today’s front page, the headline is too long to make people careless:

　　 Wang Bo's eyes narrowed fiercely.

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

Wang Bo quickly looked down at the specific content, and saw the beginning of the article: It’s hard to imagine that China’s Nobel Prize winner Yang Rui, born in Xizhaizi Township, Xi County, Nanhu City, Hedong Province, started in a township-run elementary school. Thanks to his magnificent academic career... Yang Rui was a naughty ghost when he was young. The school teacher often complained to his mother. At this time, his mother would warmly educate Yang Rui to live peacefully with the children. Playing is more fun than playing alone...

　　 Yang Rui’s mother is an ordinary working woman. In her spare time at work, she also cooks and washes dishes and clothes...

　　 Even after working in Xixiang Development Zone, she still hasn't divorced from the true colors of working women. Sweaters and shoe soles are what she must do. Every day when she goes to work and after get off work, she will go to the vegetable plot and check the fence to see if she needs watering and fertilizing...

　　 When Wang Bo saw this, he couldn't stand it anymore, he fell to the table angrily: "It's just nonsense."

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

"Yang Rui's grandfather is the secretary of the township party committee in Xizhaizi Township. Where else can Yang Rui go to study if he is not studying in Xizhaizi Township? His mother is not an ordinary working woman. Every year when the Spring Festival comes, people have to step through the threshold of the house, and do laundry and cooking? When Yang Rui went to school, their family hired a nanny, but later she didn't want it. That was because she changed her unit and worked freely." Wang Bo It was carefully investigated, and the flattery was even more furious.

　　 He said more and more loudly: "Yang Rui doesn't need sweaters and shoe soles at home. Their family can afford finished sweaters for a long time, and there are vegetable plots, as well as vegetable plots!"

Wang Bo jumped angrily and said, "The vegetable plot of their family is a vegetable plot that was grown on lawns after they moved to the villa area in Xixiang Development Zone. Can you believe it? You dare to build a villa area in one development zone, with two floors. The small western-style building, the large balcony on the same water, also used tiles to pave the floor. The large ceramic tiles cost more than five yuan per piece, and they are all paid for."

　　 "Looking at what you are saying so enthusiastically, why don't you write this in your article?" The editor-in-chief's voice floated and didn't have much strength.

　　 Wang Bo was taken aback, and said, "How can these be written. Besides, even if I write it, readers are not happy to read it."

　　 The editor-in-chief nodded and said, "This is true."

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

　　 "You can do this article." The editor-in-chief saw his expression, smiled, and said: "It's a good article, so let's put it in tomorrow's second edition."

　　Wang Bo’s original goal was the second edition, but after putting Yang Rui’s article on the front page, Wang Bo was not so happy with the second edition. He couldn’t help saying: "Do you think my article is not as good as the West China Morning Post?"

　　 "Each has its own merits."

　　 "Just talk about the gap."

The editor-in-chief laughed twice. Seeing Wang Bo’s resolute attitude, he didn’t need to be accustomed to him. With the flames and temperament of the revolution... the majestic phalanx, stepping on the drums of reform... I imagined that in the new factory, when the workers are like soldiers ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ observe discipline, high fighting spirit, they The medicines produced must also have special curative effects..."

　　Wang Bo didn't think it was when he wrote it. Hearing it from the editor-in-chief, especially the accented one, he immediately felt less catchy.

The editor-in-chief of 　　 did not give him a chance to go back, and continued: "In general, the article is okay, but it's a bit smaller than the Jinghua Morning Post, don't you think?"

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

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

"You say."

"Everyone wants to cultivate a son, like Yang Rui. This is not only a praise and publicity for Yang Rui, which is in line with the spirit of the superior, but also what readers want to know. You don't want to know how to train your own son to be like 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 more familiar with Yang Rui. We can also write an article to fight them."

"Yep?"

　　 "The topic is suspended for this:" The editor-in-chief finished speaking, and praised his naming ability.

　　Wang Boqiang resisted not slamming the door and went out, and he was slanderous in his heart: Do you call this a ring?

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