Chapter 1389

Miyun's military training is not divorced from the media's vision.

In these days, the media reporters still have some abilities. For example, the focus interview started a few years later. The reporters made a thorough investigation of the governments at all levels, and even the underground mining areas. The thrilling degree of the film is no less than that of Hollywood blockbusters.

However, the ability of journalists is outstanding, but there are not many places to play. The focus interview is vulgar after all, and before that, the stories that the media can report are also very limited.

The Nobel Prize is the most interesting story outside of political life. It is also of high level. No matter which level of media you go to, you will not lose points. Furthermore, small media prefer such stories.

Later generations, there are all kinds of network media that engage in short stories. Newspapers in the 1980s did not waste such stories. In recent days, the stories about the Nobel Prize have been written rotten. We urgently need fresh advice to fill in.

Tens of thousands of workers were trained by the military, and Comrade Yang Rui, the Nobel Prize winner, announced that he would make new drugs. All these were enough for reporters to make up for a while.

Wang Bo of the Jinghua morning post was originally a member of the fabrication group. His 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. By knowing Yang Rui, he could easily get an "interview card" and spend the whole day on the playground taking pictures for the workers.

Of course, the time to lie down for a day is not to take photos for a day.

How expensive the film is! He asked for two rolls of film from the company. If he didn't take good pictures, the film would be blind and would be severely criticized.

Therefore, most of Wang Bo's time when he lies down is in pose.

He is also waiting for the workers to pose himself.

Take a picture of the handsome kicker.

Here's another picture of the teams.

The workers sat cross legged and there was a picture of them singing loudly.

It's necessary to take a picture of standing and carrying a gun.

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

After a day's hard work, he finally got some satisfied photos. When Wang Bo returned to the editorial department, he immediately put in his story, which he had already prepared. Finally, he took some pictures with him and found the editor in chief. He said with a smile, "look at what I wrote today, and I don't know which photo to use."

"Well, you wait." The editor in chief is reading an article in a newspaper, and his eyes seem unable to pull out.

Wang Bo is not worried. He looks at the editor in chief with a smile. He is worried that when the editor in chief sees his article, he will not only be absorbed in it, but also applaud it. Of course, Wang Bo does not think that he has written any magnificent article. However, as far as the level of Beijing Morning Post is concerned, his article today should be the best.

No matter how well someone else's article is written, it's also someone else's.

My own articles, that's a good thing to bring sales to Jinghua morning post.

Wang Bo thought happily that under the care of autumn tiger, he should get a few big smiles after a day's exposure to the sun. It's the end of the year, and it's time to give the leaders a good impression.

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

With a relaxed smile, Wang Bo glanced at the head of the newspaper: "West China Morning Post".

It's the big rival of Jinghua morning post.

Like colleagues in the unit, Wang Bo doesn't like the West China Morning Post, and I believe the editor in chief is the same.

Wang Bo was curious and bored, so he took the newspaper and read the article.

"Jinghua Morning Post" is a tabloid. Its management is not strict, and there is no strict superior subordinate system of government departments. Wang Bo turned the newspaper over, looked at the editor in chief who was frowning and reading his article, and said: seriously, take a look at the interview results of our professional reporters.

Wang Bo repressed the pride in his heart and shook his hand, so he focused on the West China Morning Post.

His eyes to sweep down very quickly, subconsciously ready to turn the page.

If the front page of a tabloid like this is not a policy or current event, it is also a trivial matter. It is not worth wasting time. It's the second edition and the third edition, which often have a little taste.

However, the headline on the front page of today's West China Morning Post is too long to be noticedThe mother of a Nobel Laureate: how I cultivate a Nobel laureate

Wang Bo's eyes suddenly coagulated.

This... This is really... A little too shameless!

Wang Bo quickly looked down at the specific content, only to see the beginning of the article: it's hard to imagine that Yang Rui, a Chinese Nobel laureate from xizhaizi Township, Xi county, Nanhu City, Hedong Province, started his magnificent academic career in a rural primary school... When he was young, Yang Rui was a naughty boy, and the school teachers often complained to his mother, At this time, my mother will teach Yang Rui to live in peace with the children. Playing together is more fun than playing alone

Yang Rui's mother is an ordinary working woman. She has to cook, wash dishes and wash clothes in her spare time

Even when she worked in Xixiang Development Zone, she was still a working woman. Knitting sweaters and putting soles on her shoes are what she has to do. Every day when she goes to and from work, she will go to the vegetable field to have a look, check the fence, and see if she needs watering and fertilizing

When Wang Bo saw this, he couldn't read it any more. He angrily threw the West China Morning Post onto the table: "it's just a bunch of nonsense."

"What a load of nonsense." The editor in chief raised his head without any temper.

"Yang Rui's grandfather is the Secretary of the township 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 head of the countryside. Her mother's family is all cadres of state-owned enterprises. Every year, when it comes to the Spring Festival, the threshold of her family is broken. Do you still wash and cook? When Yang Rui went to school, his family hired a nanny, but later she didn't want to. That's because she changed her work unit and had a free time. " Wang Bo has made a careful investigation and is even more angry at the flattery of the West China Daily.

The more he said, the louder he was: "Yang Rui doesn't need to knit sweaters and sole shoes at home. Their family has long been able to afford finished sweaters, vegetable fields, fart vegetable fields!"

Wang Boqi jumped to his feet and said: "their vegetable field was opened with lawn after they moved to the villa area of Xixiang development zone. Can you believe it? A development zone dare to engage in villas, two-story small western style buildings, a water balcony, but also with tiles to the floor. A big ceramic tile costs more than five yuan a piece, which is divided among the leaders. "

"Look at what you're saying. Why don't you write this in your article?" The voice of the editor in chief is flowing, and there is no strength.

Wang Bo was stunned for a moment and said, "how can I write these. Besides, even if I write it, readers will not like to read it. "

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 brow was wrinkled.

"You can write this article." The editor in chief saw his expression and said with a smile, "it's a good article. Let's put it in the second edition tomorrow."

Wang Bo's original goal was the second edition. However, the West China Morning Post put Yang Rui's article on the front page. Wang Bo was not so happy with the second edition. He could not 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 used to him, so he said: "just for the article, what you write is OK. For example, the valiant workers, with revolutionary flame and temperament... Majestic square array, stepping on the drum of reform... I imagine that in the new factory, when the workers are like soldiers, they abide by discipline and have high morale, the drugs they produce must also have special curative effect.... "

Wang Bo didn't feel it when he wrote, Listen to the editor in chief read out, especially with the stress of the read out, immediately feel not so catchy.

But the editor in chief didn't give him the chance to repent. He continued: "generally speaking, the article is OK. It's a little smaller than other people's Jinghua morning post. Don't you think so?"

"This pattern... This pattern is not something that can't be seen from the small." Wang Bo tried his best to fight for the last voice for himself.

The editor in chief laughed again and said, "do you know the best part of this article?"

"You said

"Everyone wants to raise a son, like Yang Rui. This is not only the praise and publicity for Yang Rui, in line with the spirit of the higher authorities, but also what readers want to know. You don't want to know how to cultivate your son like Yang Rui? "

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

"I think so..." but the editor in chief stopped Wang Bo who was going out and said: "you are familiar with Yang Rui. We can also write an article to fight with them“"Yes?"

"Pause the title: it's not difficult to cultivate a Nobel laureate -- the self narration of Nobel laureate Yang Rui's father." the editor in chief praised his ability of naming.

Wang Bo could not bear to throw the door out, and his heart was filled with indignation: do you call this a challenge arena?

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