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

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

The cicadas' screams are boring, why are there no naughty children coming to capture them?

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

Wang Bo was shocked, sat upright and said, "Yes, I can't figure it out."

"Don't think too much, just write Yang Rui. If you have nothing to write, go out for a walk, or you'll talk to Yang Rui." The editor-in-chief said with a smile, and then mentioned the teapot next to Wang Bo's table and filled his cup with water.

Wang Bo said "Oh": "No, no, I'll do it myself."

The editorial department of the Beijing Morning Post is a small unit. We have been in the same unit for more than ten or twenty years, and maybe we will have to work for another decade in the future. Therefore, the relationship between superiors and subordinates is not very clear. Despite this, there is no reason for the editor-in-chief to pour water for the young editor. Anyway, they are still a few twenty years older than you.

The editor-in-chief used to pay great attention to maintaining his majesty, of course, now he pays great attention. Therefore, he poured a glass of water, put the pot on the table, and smiled and said, "Who is not pouring it? Okay, you are busy with yours. I am a big idle today. By the way, I asked Lao Wu to leave you three quarters of the page, can it be filled?"

Wang Bo's eyes twitched and asked, "Are you a picture?"

"If you want to add pictures, I will give you a page."

Not only did Wang Bo's eyelids jump, but the eyelids of other reporters and editors jumped up.

The Beijing Morning Post is a local tabloid. In terms of this, it is a little bigger than the newspapers of state-owned enterprises and large units. In addition, it is more influential than some local tabloids in Beijing. However, no matter how influential it is, it only has four pages.

The newspaper with four pages is a piece of newsprint, folded and spread out, with two pages on both sides of the middle seam, and in turn, two pages.

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

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

For tabloid editors and journalists, the layout unit they usually use to compete for is one quarter of the layout, and it is a tofu block at a small size, which is usually something with no meaning.

Wang Bo used to write tofu cubes, so he had no influence in newspapers and outside, let alone reputation.

Wang Bo has never published the full version of the article.

"Do you really give me a page?" Wang Bo's voice was a little excited.

This means that a full quarter of the next issue of the newspaper was written by him.

This kind of treatment is not new. Many old reporters have received it, but Wang Bo has not.

For him, this was a career leap.

When you go out in the future, others have to look up to you. At least, you are qualified to go to the company alone to get a red envelope or something.

Reporter Wang Da - Although there are so many reporters who have this title, it is still quite interesting to think about it.

Alas, it’s good to have a surname prostitute, there are few people with this surname.

The editor-in-chief said disrespectfully: "You write a good article for me. If you have the previous level, I will give you a page and a picture."

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

"It must be meaningful." The editor-in-chief reminded.

"Absolute." Wang Bo felt a little guilty. One page of the newspaper can include four or five thousand words, and the pictures cannot be too large. Four thousand words are always indispensable.

The words to be written in four thousand words are of great significance, but not easy.

The editor-in-chief laughed and said, "I won't tell you about the writing techniques of the whole page. I suggest you take another photo and make Yang Rui look better. Just his face can increase sales."

The editor-in-chief laughed as he spoke.

Wang Bo understood and quickly stood up, picked up his bag, and said, "I'll go take pictures now."

"Go to the prop room and take the Lycra camera." The editor-in-chief handed a note to Wang Bo. Their newspapers do not have full-time cameramen, and 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 when they are old. Only in a very small amount of time will they be sacrificed like treasures.

In the office, Han Jinjie, who joined the company in the same year, looked at the background of Wang Bo leaving and muttered in a low voice: "Why didn't I lose this kind of luck?"

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

"I have also written a comment on Yang Rui's incident. I wanted to interview him later." Han Jinjie said this and said a little excitedly: "Who knows that he was only interviewed by a reporter from a newspaper. Wang Bo went there a few days earlier than me. I went to look for him again, but people ignored me. Do you think he is stupid? Is there any difference between my interview and Wang Bo's interview?"

"It must be." Old Wu smiled and whispered: "You think, Wang Bo must care a lot about his relationship with Yang Rui now."

"That's sure."

"So, if you don't say what he wrote, Yang Rui is happy, at least you can't be unhappy."

Han Jinjie woke up and said disdainfully: "Collect!"

One sentence made Lao Wu angry: "How do you say it? This is called collusion? You kid, don't let Wang Bo hear it, otherwise the editor-in-chief will have to scold you."

"I'm not wrong. When we are journalists, we are responsible for social supervision. We just write something that makes people happy and what to do."

"Okay, you can supervise it, let's see who lets you supervise it." Old Wu was too lazy to teach this kid a lesson.

Han Jinjie shrank his neck, but he wasn't so stupid, he just said happily.

Wang Bo, who was riding a bicycle, also felt very happy.

Yang Rui appeared in the hotel again by surprise.

The time he receives interviews every day is three meals.

That’s right, I was interviewed for breakfast, but the time was shorter, and familiar reporters didn’t like to make appointments. They were all new talents who wanted to find ways to make their faces familiar.

Thinking of the separation between the new and the old man, Wang Bo proudly raised his head. He has now been a dinner pie, which is the longest time in three meals. Moreover, dinner is usually better, unlike lunch pie, and often can only eat snacks.

However, I heard that there is a fitness pie, which takes longer, so Wang Bo doesn't care about it. It's so tiring to exercise, and it's hard to write notes. If you accidentally develop a muscle lump, it's so ugly...

"Commissioner Yang." On the second floor of Manfu Building, Wang Bo saw Yang Rui. Before he could sit down, he was already drooling and asked, "Is he going to eat copper pot shabu pork today?"

"Along with the white water sheep head, do you eat the sheep head?" Yang Rui and Wang Bo were also a little familiar with each other and asked with a smile.

Wang Bo laughed and said, "You pay for it, I will eat everything."

Yang Rui is not short of money, and he always invites reporters. He smiled and said, "That's good. I haven't gotten tired of eating Baishui Sheep Head from Old Beijing several times. It's a bit boring to eat it alone. I think it's quite appropriate to eat it with shabu shabu."

"I think it's appropriate, too." Wang Bo was so happy that he said, "Don't say, the last time I ate white water sheep heads, it happened several years ago. The mutton head meat was cooked and then iced, cut thinly, fragrant! The shabu shabu is hot, and the olive head is cold, cooperate!"

"When cooking the sheep head, you also need to use ice water. After boiling it, change the water. You have to change seven water to get out of the pot." Yang Rui added: "It must be done like this, so it has no mutton smell and is cooked so badly. In fact, the sheep head is not muttony at all, but it looks a little ugly. We only eat meat, not the head."

"Yes, yes, yes. Member Yang is a foodie."

"I dare not be a foodie."

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

Recently, the hottest news is the verbal battle between Yang Rui and Sanmu Company, especially in Beijing, where everyone likes to watch Chinese scholars and foreign companies come and go.

Wang Bo still attaches great importance to seizing this opportunity and does not care about flattering Yang Rui.

If you want to talk about the suede between Chinese and foreign companies, the country is actually not young, but most of the troubles will last a week or two. Either one party will leave in the wrong or intervene in peace and discuss a plan that everyone can accept or have to accept.

Yang Rui was different. I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. He fought the lawsuit for two months without any intention of stopping, and more and more media were involved.

If someone else was changed, I didn’t know who to meet to mix it up now, but Yang Rui didn’t know how it was done, and instead made it even more powerful.

In private, Wang Bo heard that Yang Rui had rejected several heavyweight veterans, which made him pay more attention to every interview.

If I don't do it well, I can't interview it a few times.

"By the way, there are two reporters coming here together. Let's order the dishes first, then ask for a pot, and eat the first-class white water sheep." Yang Rui politely called Wang Bo to sit down, asked him for beer and a pot of tea himself.

Wang Bo looked at the surrounding environment and said happily: "There are still reporters who want you to wait?"

"Reporter of Youth Daily."

Wang Bo was shocked: "China Youth Daily?"

Yang Rui nodded slightly.

Wang Bo's head suddenly turned upside down. This level is a bit high.

It’s a bit difficult to focus on the key points when we chat together. It’s too high-level and readers of our newspaper don’t like it.

"The two reporters are from China Youth Daily?" Wang Bo asked carefully. The two of them came together, and the specifications were quite large.

Yang Rui shook his head slightly.

Wang Bo felt a little relieved. If only one person came, he might be able to talk about some less prominent topics.
Chapter completed!