Su Xiangdong, a reporter at a newspaper in the southeast, is also called an editor in the industry.

In recent years, both information and physical objects have developed online, and many things under the Internet, no matter how prosperous they used to be, seem to have been all reduced to a "twilight industry" in a few years, and they began their last life, waiting for the day when they were completely swept into the garbage heap.

The cultural information industry is the first to bear the brunt.

Publishing houses are not easy to mix, magazines are not easy to mix, and newspapers are not easy to mix.

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

Then change it!

It doesn't matter, and it doesn't affect any life.

At most, some people who used to love a certain magazine will feel a little uncomfortable and regretful, but they will soon find a replacement, or transfer their former interest, and then accompany them for a few years, and gradually forget about it.

But for people in the industry, it is really miserable, in this industrial chain that has been hit all over and down, not to mention the transfer and layoffs again and again, and the salary has almost only dropped and not risen.

What impressed Su Xiangdong the most was the price of salt.

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

"When I can't afford to eat salt in the future, let's learn from people in some places in ancient times, replace salt with spicy, it just so happens that I still like millet spicy, decided, then I will have a mouthful of steamed buns and a millet spicy, don't be too cool!"

"Yes, I will give you a memorial when the grass is three feet high, who made us colleagues. ”

"Woohoo mourning, sympathy for the same disease, and kinship. My beloved wife told me a few days ago that our family can't afford to eat watermelons, and that in the past, a watermelon cost five yuan, but now the same watermelon costs fifty yuan each! In the past, I used to have one watermelon a day in the summer, but now I can only pick and eat one a week. Alas, the water is in dire straits, as if returning to the old society. ”

"Little comrade, your thinking is wrong, as long as your thinking does not slip, there are always more ways than difficulties. In the old society, you could have a watermelon a week? If you let the boss hear this, tsk, the first place on the transfer list is you!"

"Tune it, tune it, who's afraid of whom. Writing these boring things every day, and changing them three or five times, I think it's better than delivering newspapers. ”

"It's really not your turn to deliver the newspaper, that position is our boss's brother-in-law. ”

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This is the content of a chat between Su Xiangdong and several of his colleagues.

In fact, the entire newspaper company, from the boss, to the editor-in-chief, down to the editor and their content editors, none of them have a good time.

In recent years, the people's tastes have become more and more strange, and the tastes of the post-60s, post-70s, post-80s, post-90s, and post-00s are almost completely different, and with the development and differentiation of the economy, the tastes of the people at different economic levels are naturally very different.

"The local religious office plans to cooperate with the cultural center for the elderly to hold a folk appreciation activity of 'tradition and modernity, religion and popularity', and this newspaper is also one of the partners, and we need you to come up with something. ”

The other day, the editor-in-chief said this to them.

In view of the fact that the sponsorship funds this time are quite expensive, the newspaper also showed considerable sincerity and asked them to go to various parts of the country to find the first-hand materials they needed.

Northeast China, North China, Northwest, Southeast, South China, Southwest, Well, there is also a Central China, seven major areas in the country, they uphold the principle of fairness and justice, and draw lots to decide, so they fight landlords and landlords always blow up from beginning to end, and they always run into pig teammates to send their strength to play mahjong, and it is always the three of them who grab one door and the other family has an exclusive oneComrade Su Xiangdong, it is no surprise that he drew to the northwest area.

"I knew it was so!"

Su Xiangdong, who had been hit by God and had no spirit of resistance, bought a ticket very happily and flew from the southeast to the northwest.

It's not a peak season, it's not a peak area, discounted air tickets, it's a little more expensive than hard seats, and as for the high-speed rail, you definitely don't have to think about it, even if the newspaper is demolished, it is impossible to pay this money.

After getting off the plane and taking the green skin, getting off the green skin and taking the bus, getting off the bus and taking the three-wheeled bicycle, and getting off the three-wheeled bike, Su Xiangdong traveled to various selected locations.

In other words, there is still a little benefit to these front-line editors, that is, their bodies have been trained to be very good, and they are definitely worthy of the party, the people, and their daughters-in-law, and the only thing they are sorry for may be themselves.

Therefore, when he came to Kailash in nine consecutive and eighteen turns, he didn't know if it was because altitude sickness was finally late or what the hell, Su Xiangdong felt as if he had a cold.

Dizziness and headache, my head seems to have been caught by the door, my whole body is weak, and I can't lift up the slightest strength.

It is false to say that it is uncomfortable to die, and it is false to say that it is uncomfortable to die half-dead, but it is definitely not discounted at all, so Su Xiangdong decided to take a day off here and wait for his physical condition to improve slightly before working.

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

People can't move, machines can't move.

Su Xiangdong set up the camera, turned on the automatic camera on the mountain road, and himself, like a beggar disciple in the rivers and lakes, cowered under the camera without any image.

Decent?

Inexistent.

can pretend to be a person, pretend to be a ghost, mix into the beggars, and walk into the Great Hall, this is the basic quality of the editor, when I shouldn't want to save face, no one is allowed to give me face!

Lying there like a zombie, Su faced the direction of Mount Kailash to the east, and lay down for more than an hour.

Drowsy, but TM really can't sleep.

When he was bored, Su Xiangdong's eyes suddenly widened, and the whole person sat up with a bone, and almost knocked down the camera. - Lying in a big groove, what is that?

Aliens descending on Earth?

A large glowing marshmallow appeared on the top of a mountain in the distance, and it was definitely a sudden appearance! Then, just when Su Xiangdong was extremely stunned, the big marshmallow suddenly spread out, scattered into thousands of threads.

Wisps of light erupted in all directions from the location of the large marshmallow.

It may seem like a long process, but it's only a few seconds.

By the time Su Xiangdong came back to his senses, the outbreak had ended, all the light had disappeared, and the sky with the sun, which was originally clear, seemed to have become a little dim.

It was as if the whole world was eclipsed as the light faded.

But......

Su Xiangdong's body was warm.

Just now, his body was sprinkled by the light, and now, the whole person seemed to be soaking in a hot spring.

What dizziness and headache, what general weakness, is disappearing at a very fast speed, and even, Su Xiangdong smells the smell of soil and grass around him, very clear and clear, like he has just had a heavy rain and walked on a country road.

What is that?

Su Xiangdong jumped up directly from the ground, stretched out 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...... Holy Light?

I have been working on this topic these days, and at this moment, a word flashed in Su Xiangdong's mind for the first time, "the light of the Buddha is shining".

Su Xiangdong's little heart was pounding.

"That's right, the camera!"

"I recorded it!"

Most likely, this is the only record on the spot!

Got rich.

No, I'm going to be developed.

As a reporter's sensitivity, Su Xiangdong suddenly threw away the changes in his body, holding the camera, and didn't even have time to put away the tripod, so he sprinted towards the direction of the hotel 100 meters.

He wanted to make sure the camera had caught it!

If it is not filmed, it is when TM opens the bar, and someone else's Qing Eighteen Arhat is fired.

It's the difference between heaven and hell.

Thief God, you have cheated me so many times, I didn't care about you, this time, can you give some strength?

Amitabha!

Bodhisattva bless!

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