The morning class was not scheduled for a long time, and after class, Tian Geng took everyone straight to Li Hui and Shen Yan's room.

"Xiaowen, my brain is spinning very fast," Tian Geng praised all the way, "This photography really needs a story, and the photo of Churchill holding a cigar and frowning angrily was also deliberately taken by the reporter." ”

Wen Guangyao glanced at Shi Jiansong and saw that he was still smiling honestly, "I just follow the teacher's train of thought to find a way," he said modestly, "Director Tian, in fact, you leaders have better methods, but you don't say it." ”

Tian Geng looked at him and said with a smile, "You kid can talk." ”

The four of them walked out of the elevator, "You go in and have a look, is it convenient for us to go in and have a look?" Tian Geng stopped in front of the door and said to Shen Yan.

Shen Yan entered, and Tian Geng said to Wen Guangyao with a smile, "Guangyao, it seems that you are a good hand at propaganda, and there is a shortage of manpower in the ministry now." He is only the director of the Foreign Propaganda Office, and he has no energy for personnel transfer, but he still makes suggestions, but when he is not clear about the attitude of Wen Guangyao and the leaders of the ministry, his words are very subtle.

Wen Guangyao also heard what Tian Geng meant, and just as he was thinking about how to reply, Li Hui opened the door, "I'm sorry, Director Tian, you see, I have alarmed you, come in." She wore a taupe sweetheart-neck sweater, her hair was combed into a high ponytail, and her snow-white face was flushed, just like the delicate of last night.

"I wanted to come over in the morning when I heard about it, Shen Yan said you fell asleep," Tian Geng smiled and walked in, "After tossing all night, I have to take a good rest, no, just after class, we all came over." He sat down on the bed.

Wen Guangyao didn't sit down, he remembered that when he was in the company before, Manager Dong Jingkun warned him that when he went to someone's house, he couldn't sit on someone's bed, and now although he was in a hotel, other people's rooms were like someone else's home, so he didn't sit down, but chose to stand.

"Let the leader remember," Li Hui said with a smile, her eyes swept over Wen Guangyao who was standing next to the TV, "I feel fine, hehe." ”

"What are you eating?" Tian Gengzuo pondered, "But, we all eat the same thing, hehe, leave it alone, it's okay, it's okay." He smiled and stood up.

"I have a weak stomach and intestines," Li Hui's eyes were very bright, just like two bays of clear springs, soft and clear, "Hehe, others may be fine, I have to pay attention." ”

"Okay, what about noon?" Tian Geng asked.

"Let's eat some together, my stomach must be empty," Shen Yan said, "It's okay to eat some steamed rice." ”

Li Hui thought for a while, "Okay, Director Tian, then let's go, don't delay everyone's dinner." ”

When they came yesterday, everyone sent out a schedule, and the time for eating was fixed, and when they walked into the restaurant, everyone sat down around the round table.

Except for the five people from Dragon City who were familiar with each other, everyone was very unfamiliar, but when they saw Wen Guangyao, everyone immediately had a common topic, and the morning class also became one of the topics, everyone talked politely and relaxedly, and ate with great interest.

Li Hui listened quietly to everyone's discussions, and looked at Wen Guangyao from time to time, and Wen Guangyao felt that the two pools of spring water seemed to flow over his face, sweet and fresh.

The afternoon class was taught by a senior reporter of Haixi Daily, who systematically taught his experience and experience in news creation from several aspects, which was very practical and interesting.

Tian Geng didn't eat in the restaurant for dinner, Wen Guangyao finished eating, talked to Shi Jiansong for a while, and went back to his room. What he said to Shi Jiansong was nothing else, but the issue of the publication of the manuscript.

This time, Yang Yongji did not arrange for the town propaganda office to participate, nor did he let An Zhijie and Cai Jiangbo participate, get out of work and pay tuition, he had to let the money be spent, show his academic results, and let Yang Yongji see it.

The best achievement of the correspondent training course is the publication of manuscripts, and if you can publish a manuscript in the "Haixi Daily", it will be even better.

Just now, he tested Shi Jiansong's tone, and Shi Jiansong clearly told him that Zhenjie's own manuscripts generally cannot be published in the "Haixi Daily", and the number of articles published in the "Haixi Daily" in the city every year is not large, and all of them stand at the height of Longcheng, and there is almost no work to tell about a township alone.

Back in the room, the young man in Luofu District was watching TV, Wen Guangyao chatted with him without a word, the young man in Luofu District is also an "old man" in the Propaganda Department, he is very familiar with the provincial newspaper, and his views are the same as Shi Jiansong's.

Wen Guangyao was not discouraged, his brain was still running at high speed, and he submitted it directly, as a newcomer, it was not very likely to be adopted. Although Jiang Zhiyi ate a meal together, he would not take himself as a little person in his eyes, Liu Xiaoguang had just started to get in touch, and he spoke deeply, it seems that it is not appropriate to trouble others, is there any other way to publish a manuscript?

He handed a cigarette to the young man in Luofu District, and leaned on the pillow himself and smoked.

It seemed that it was the same situation as Liu Xiaoguang's situation to ask Tian Geng for help, and it was not appropriate, so he picked up tomorrow's lesson, "Who will come to teach tomorrow?" asked the young man from Luofu District.

Miao Min, senior editor of Haixi Daily, talks about newsletter writing. Wen Guangyao's brows were a little twisted, his gaze stayed on the four words of communication and writing, and slowly, an idea began to emerge in his mind, and the tightly knit brows gradually loosened.

The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and he couldn't help but be a little excited, and he took a hard drag on his cigarette and spit it out again.

With ideas and ideas, the next step is to implement and implement, although the idea is good, but every step of the implementation still cannot be sloppy.

He is not familiar with the work in the town, and since his secondment, he has only participated in stability maintenance and demolition work, so the manuscript to be published can only be written about demolition. He opened the notebook, but felt that the tiger was biting the sky and had nowhere to go.

When he was in college, he served as the head of the propaganda department of the student union for a short period of time, and he also submitted a manuscript for the school newspaper, so he knew how to write a newsletter, but he didn't write it for a long time, and he was a little rusty.

But writing is actually to put the words in your heart into paper, set the idea in your heart, write what you want, and don't get entangled in words and sentences, so that you can do it in one go.

"In a week, the dead-end road became a thoroughfare. Wen Guangyao quickly wrote down the title in his notebook. "In just seven days, 8 houses and 2 factories in Fuqian Street, Yaoyaling Town, Longcheng City have all been demolished, and more than 10 years of "Guillotine Road" has been opened up as a thoroughfare......

Although the young man in Luofu District kept changing the remote control to the TV channel, Wen Guangyao's energy was preoccupied and he was not affected at all.

The young man in Luofu District was very curious when he looked at him struggling to write, "What do you write?"

"Hehe, write something. Wen Guangyao smiled and didn't answer him.

The young man from the Propaganda Department, there is still a comprehensive su zhì, and the young man saw that he was reluctant to answer, so he didn't ask again.

"Demolition assessment, think about what the masses think......"

"Compensation for demolition and relocation, anxious for what the masses are anxious about......"

"Demolition and resettlement, worrying about the worries of the masses......"

The three major structures are connected step by step, closely related, and they were quickly written, and finally, he wrote the end, "The masses are not nails, and the cadres are not hammers, and if you hit a hammer with a nail, the nail will always be a nail, and only by thinking about what the masses think, what the masses are anxious about, and worrying about what the masses are worried about, can we get through this last mile of the dead-end road,......

This is not a false situation, it is indeed his most sincere feeling in the demolition, and it is also a summary of the work experience of that week.

After writing, he looked at it, and he thought it was good, he walked out of the hotel with his notebook, came to a typing and copying shop, typed out the manuscript first, and the printed things looked regular and clear.

I don't know what the editor of the provincial newspaper tastes, but when he returned to the hotel, he found Shi Jiansong again and asked him to check it.

Shi Jiansong looked at it very seriously, "Guangyao, you write things very quickly." He said as he watched.

"No matter if you are good or not, you have to be a fast hand. Wen Guangyao also replied with a smile.

"Have you written a newsletter before?" Shi Jiansong asked, seeing Wen Guangyao nodding, he continued, "I think it's very good, but if you want to submit to the provincial newspaper, I'm afraid it's not easy," he was very sincere, "It's difficult for the township manuscript to be published in the provincial newspaper." ”

Seeing that he didn't put forward any other opinions, Wen Guangyao felt a little relieved about the manuscript, and he said with a smile, "All the reactionaries are paper tigers, and I know that there are tigers in the mountains, so I prefer to go to the tiger mountains." ”

Back in his room, he thought carefully about every detail of tomorrow before he lay down to sleep.

After getting up in the morning and meditating for half an hour, he came to the restaurant, where the hall was already full of all kinds of breakfasts, hot and cold meat and vegetables were well matched and hearty, and many people had already begun to eat. After taking a seat, Wen Guangyao was already hungry in his stomach, so he took a dinner plate and a pair of chopsticks, chose a few things, and chose a round table with few people to eat it.

A burst of aroma wafted over, Li Hui sat next to him, she pursed her lips and smiled, "Wake up early?"

"Get used to it, what about Shen Yan?" Wen Guangyao looked behind Li Hui.

"Shen Yan went back to school yesterday. Li Hui slowly drank the preserved egg and lean porridge in front of her with a small spoon.

"What school did she graduate from?" Wen Guangyao asked nonchalantly

"Haixi Public Security School, right?" Li Hui was not sure.

"Whatever you eat, I'll bring it to you. Wen Guangyao stood up.

"I'll do it myself, you can take your own. Li Hui said politely,

Wen Guangyao went out to get it a few times in a row, and after eating a bowl of wontons, a few slices of ham, and seven or eight small meat buns, he went to get three fried eggs, a bowl of eight-treasure porridge and a plate of pickles, Li Hui finally couldn't help it, "Your amount of rice is too big!"

Wen Guangyao looked at her, "No way, but you can eat it!" he joked.