Ji Li looked at the man in front of him, and his brain couldn't help but stiffen slightly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Is he a timetraveler or am I a timetraveler...... Why is it that every time this kind of system innovation is brought up by him?

"The job you are doing now is still a marginal profession, no matter how much it depends on the law enforcement officers, even if there is my name there to protect you, you can't expand so smoothly." Sang Zhefeng didn't seem to see Ji Li's live ghostly look, and continued to talk to Ji Li about this topic. "But it's different if you switch to this, although it's also messaging and messaging, but if you do it, it's a normal business - and no one has done it systematically. If it were you, I'm sure you could make it. ”

Sang Zhefeng whispered in Ji Zhong's ear as if he were giving a speech, and Ji Li finally reacted and swallowed his saliva.

Seriously, he had never thought of going back to a world journalism before this, but now, this opportunity was in front of him, waiting for him to get it.

He suddenly felt a little unreal, and the young man asked Sang Zhefeng in a bit of a daze: "Why did you choose me?" ”

"After all, it's an old customer, and it's ......" Sang Zhefeng looked at the young man in front of him with a faint smile.

He suddenly remembered that when he first saw him, this little guy was still a little guy with only a mind full of fantasies, and he didn't expect to make so many things with his talent so quickly.

He did have the feeling of watching his student succeed all the time, even though the one in front of him was not actually his student.

"Anyway," Sang Zhefeng knocked on the table and said, "Do you want to do it?" ”

",,." Jiri's head shook up and down like a rattle.

Of course this kind of good thing has to be done! And even if it fails, it's much better than it is now!

Sang Zhefeng also nodded and said, "I will provide you with the opportunity to broadcast on the Shadow of the Shadow, but you have to think about the news and the broadcast mode." It doesn't have to be too big at first, just do it well in Karane. ”

"Of course, absolutely no problem!"

Ji Li raised his fist and said.

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Does there be such a thing as journalism?

Of course, as long as there is a world, as long as there is a wide area of information transmission on it, then there must be news here.

So is Digolith's journalism industry developed?

Unfortunately, it's not developed, and it's even a state that's just getting started.

Although there are already programs about the Magic Shadow in this world, and there are also Magic Shadow film and television works, but that is only a part, and the existence of the Magic Shadow News is even rarer. At present, only those Grand Duchyes can successfully set up a news and propaganda group about the Magic Shadow, but that is not everything reported, only those national events or mainland events will be on the program.

No matter what gossip, personnel, people's livelihood matters, all of this is not involved in the current news. So there's nothing wrong with thinking of journalism as the first industry to develop.

And just because it doesn't have any development now doesn't mean it will never have it, just like today, Kara, the birthplace of the Shadow, came out with such a message.

A news company will be set up here.

Although this is not the first news company established by Diglis, the content he wants to broadcast is very attractive to the public.

In addition to the big things about Kara, there are also some small things about people's livelihood - although these seem to be trivial things, but they greatly attract the attention of ordinary people.

After all, the big things are too far away from them, and the little things are what is really happening around them.

These things obviously attract their attention more than the rhetoric of worldly events.

At the same time, a kind of self-proclaimed journalist appeared on the street. They walked the streets, looking for all sorts of things to do, and used their connections to interview all sorts of celebrities. Some people recognized that many of the reporters were well-known intelligence traffickers, and those guys were also busy back and forth enthusiastically there, looking excited.

When someone asked about this curiously, this group of old intelligence traffickers were there with a straight face and said seriously: "For the first time, I know that my profession has such a regular name as a journalist. ”

This return made the faces of those who heard it full of confusion. The vast majority of people didn't realize what this sentence meant.

All in all, the climax of this information and news delivery has arrived.

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Sang Zhefeng stood in front of a huge table with a large amount of paper on it, and a lot of data and text were written on it. He still has a pen in his hand, and he keeps writing and calculating something on it.

[Zhefeng, why did you suddenly remember to do these things? Isn't that what you want? 】

The system floated next to Sang Zhefeng, and asked curiously looking at Sang Zhefeng, who didn't know what he was calculating.

"These are all necessary conditions and indispensable." Sang Zhefeng didn't look up, and continued to write there, Dao.

[Indispensable, indispensable. The system seems to be a little unhappy, [I don't understand what you say every time.] 】

Sang Zhefeng paused, then he put down the pen in his hand, looked at the system suspended in the air, stretched out his hand, and touched her gently.

"You'll know." Sang Zhefeng said: "You will definitely know. ”

The system broke free of Sanzhefeng's grasp, flew in a circle in the air, and fell back to the same place.

[Okay, okay, I see. The system flickered there again, and then fell into Sang Zhefeng's hands, [You go on. 】

Sang Zhefeng smiled and nodded, then put down the system, continued to turn around and look at the papers on the table, and slowly calculated.

But what he didn't notice was that the system was sitting silently behind him, looking at his back, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Finally, she silently whispered:

"I ...... I won't be a substitute for her...... I ......"

"What's wrong?" Sang Zhefeng turned his head curiously.

The system smiled and said, "Nothing. (To be continued.) )