Miyun's military training has not been out of the media's field of vision.

In this era, media reporters still have some ability, such as the focus interviews that started a few years later, reporters openly and secretly visited governments at all levels, and even underground mines in mining areas, and their thrilling degree was made into a movie, which is not much better than Hollywood blockbusters.

However, despite the ability of journalists, there are not many places where they can be used, and the focus interviews are cheesy after all, and until then, the stories that the media can cover are extremely limited.

The Nobel Prize is the most interesting story outside of political life that came out this year, and the grade is also very high, no matter what level of media it is, it will not lose points. Further, small media outlets prefer such stories.

In later generations, there were various online media to engage in small jokes, playing small luck, and the newspaper media in the 80s did not waste this piece, and the jokes about the Nobel Prize have been written badly in recent days, and everyone urgently needs fresh advice to fill in.

Tens of thousands of workers were trained by the military, and Comrade Yang Rui, a Nobel laureate, announced that he would make new medicines, which was enough for reporters to make up for a while.

Wang Bo of the Beijing Morning Post was originally a member of the Fabrication School, and the short stories he made and some small knowledge were quite popular for a long time.

Today, Comrade Wang Bo decided to make a good article.

He borrowed a camera from the unit, relied on getting to know Yang Rui, and finally got an "interview card", and spent the whole day lying on the playground taking pictures of 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 only asked for two rolls from the unit in total, if he didn't take good photos, the film would be blind, and if he didn't get it, he would be severely criticized.

Therefore, most of the time that Wang Bo is lying down is posing.

He posed for himself, and he was also waiting for the workers to pose for him.

A handsome photo of a kicker.

One more photo of the assembly of the detachments.

There is also a photo of the workers sitting cross-legged and singing loudly.

I had to take a photo of myself standing in a military posture and carrying a gun.

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

After staying up for a day, he finally took a few satisfactory photos, Wang Bo returned to the editorial department, immediately worked hard to write, put the story he had prepared a long time ago, and finally brought a few pictures, found the editor-in-chief, and said with a smile: "Look at what I wrote today, I don't know which photo to use." ”

"Gotta wait. "The editor-in-chief was reading a newspaper article, and his eyes seemed to be a little out of his eyes.

Wang Bo was not in a hurry, he looked at the editor-in-chief with a smile, and thought in his heart, when the editor-in-chief saw his article for a while, he was afraid that he would not only be fascinated by it, but also shout - Wang Bo naturally didn't think that he had written any heroic essays, but in terms of the level of the Beijing Morning Post, his article today should be able to come out on top.

No matter how well someone else's article is written, it is someone else's, and the shooting is nothing more than a pain in the hand.

Own articles, that is a good thing to bring sales to the Beijing Morning Post.

Wang Bomei thought that he should get a few big smiles just by virtue of his fleshy face under the care of Qiu Laohu for a day. At the end of the year, it's time to evaluate the winners, and you have to make a good impression on the leaders.

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

Wang Bo smiled lightly, and glanced at the head of the newspaper by the way: "West China Morning Post".

It is the big opponent of the Beijing Morning Post.

Like his colleagues in the unit, Wang Bo has no good impression of the West China Morning Post, and I believe that the editor-in-chief is the same.

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

"Beijing Morning Post" is a tabloid, the management is not strict, and there is no strict system of superiors and subordinates, Wang Bo flipped the newspaper over, glanced at the editor-in-chief who was frowning and reading his article, and said in his heart: Look at it seriously, look at the results of our professional reporter's interview.

Wang Bo suppressed the smugness in his heart, shook his hands, and then focused on the "West China Morning Post".

His gaze swept down with great speed, and he subconsciously prepared to turn the page.

A tabloid like this, if not a policy or current affair, is a small thing on the front page, and it is never worth wasting time. It's the second and third editions, which can often have a little taste.

However, on the front page of today's "West China Morning Post", the headline is so long that people can't pay attention to it:

Nobel Laureate's Mother: How I Raised a Nobel Prize

Wang Bo's gaze froze violently.

This...... It's really ...... It's a bit too shameful!

Wang Bo hurriedly looked down at the specific content, only to see the beginning of the article and say: It is 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 township-run primary school...... When Yang Rui was a child, he was a naughty ghost, and the teachers at school often complained to his mother, and whenever this happened, his mother would gently educate Yang Rui to coexist peacefully with children, and it was more fun to play together than alone......

Yang Rui's mother is an ordinary working woman, and she has to cook, wash dishes and wash clothes in her spare time at work every day......

Even when she went to work in the Xixiang Development Zone, she still did not depart from the true colors of a working woman. Sweaters and shoe soles are what she must do, and every day when she goes to work and gets off work, she will go to the vegetable patch to look around, check the fence, and see if she needs to water and fertilize......

When Wang Bo saw this, he couldn't stand it anymore, and he angrily slammed the "West China Morning Post" on the table: "It's just nonsense." ”

"It's nonsense. The editor-in-chief looked up without any temper.

"Yang Rui's grandfather is the secretary of the township party committee of Xizhaizi Township, Yang Rui is not studying in Xizhaizi Township, where else can he go to study? His mother is not an ordinary working woman, her father-in-law is the number one in the township, and her mother's family is all cadres of state-owned enterprises. Wang Bo has carefully investigated, and looking at the praise of "Huaxi Daily", he is even more angry.

The more he spoke, the louder he became: "Yang Rui doesn't need sweaters and soles at home, their family can afford finished sweaters for a long time, and there is a vegetable field, a vegetable field!"

Wang Bo jumped to his feet angrily and said: "Their vegetable field is a vegetable field opened on the lawn after moving to the villa area of Xixiang Development Zone. Can you believe it? A development zone dares to engage in a villa area, with a two-story small western-style building, a large balcony with water, and tiles to pave the floor. The big tile is more than five yuan each, and all of them are divided among the leaders. ”

"Seeing what you said so hard, why don't you write these into your article?" the editor-in-chief's voice was fluttering and not strong.

Wang Bo was stunned for a moment and said, "How can these be written." Besides, even if I wrote it, readers wouldn't like to read it. ”

The editor-in-chief nodded and said, "That's right." ”

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

"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 the second edition tomorrow." ”

Wang Bo's original goal was to publish the second edition, but the West China Morning Post put an article about Yang Rui on the front page, and Wang Bo was not so happy with the second page, and couldn't help but say: "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, and he didn't need to get used to him, so he said: "As far as the article is concerned, you can write it." For example, the majestic ranks of workers, with the flame and temperament of the revolution...... The majestic phalanx, stepping on the drumbeat of reform...... I imagine that in the new factory, when the workers are like soldiers, disciplined and high-spirited, the medicines they produce must have special curative effects......

When Wang Bo wrote it, he didn't think that when he heard it read by the editor-in-chief, especially when it was read out with accents, he immediately felt that it was not so catchy.

The editor-in-chief didn't give him a chance to regret it, and continued: "In general, the article is okay, but compared to the Jinghua Morning Post, the pattern is a little smaller, don't you say?"

"This pattern ...... The pattern is not something that can't be seen from the small. 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 where this article is best?"

You say. ”

"Everyone wants to raise a son, like Yang Rui. This is not only praise and publicity for Yang Rui, which is in line with the spirit of the superiors, but also what readers want to know. Don't you want to know, how to train your son to be like Yang Rui?"

Wang Bo was speechless, sighed, and said, "Then I know." ”

"I think it's ...... like this" 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 and fight with them." “

"Huh?"

"Suspend this topic: "It's not difficult to train a Nobel laureate - Nobel laureate Yang Rui's father's self-statement" After the editor-in-chief finished speaking, he praised his ability to name himself and praised the knot.

Wang Boqiang endured it without slamming the door and went out, and he was full of slander in his heart: Do you call this a ring?

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