Chapter 48: Editing tabloids
(a)
Manager Gao put one foot on the chair under his butt when he was eating, and his head was almost retracted into the lunch box.
Seeing that there were still a few slices of fat and a little bit of crushed lean meat hanging in his dish, Chang Xia pushed the bowl in front of Manager Gao: "You finish eating this meat, it's a pity that there are left." β
Manager Gao didn't dislike it at all, and immediately used chopsticks to clip the meat over, stretched out to his mouth, and his cheeks were round like arched dirt bags: "I can't understand that there are still people in this world who don't eat meat." Lao Tzu likes to eat meat. β
Chang Xia stood up and prepared to serve the soup with a few green onions floating on it.
"Don't go to Sheng." "Veteran" reflexively shouted.
Unlike the posture of the senior manager, the short cuffs of the "veteran's" sweatshirt are folded down to the shoulders, and the two legs are coiled like praying mantis under the table.
Chang Xia looked at him with a questioning face. On the road, there was no gentlemanly demeanor in him, but only a vicious ruthlessness to sacrifice his life to kill the enemy, so Chang Xia rarely talked to him.
"I'm in the army to cook for people, what kind of soup, fuck, I don't know yet. Even after frying, the pot does not need to be washed, pour water, and then use a dishwashing brush to brush the bottom of the pot a few times to make the soup. Phea is a basin of dishwashing water. β
"I'm sick to death." Everyone is not ready to drink soup.
Under the domestic and foreign attack, the delicate skin on Chang Xia's face will soon be like them, a tree trunk that has been plucked under the sun, dry and old.
The black, thin bark dragged the torso, rushing to suck the essence out of them, and they wandered on the outer edge of the city, dreaming of urban millionaires.
As tender as Chang Xia is a college student. I submitted my resume in the talent market, and because it was difficult to find a job, I came over in a daze.
"How does it feel?" Chang Xia asked him.
"I don't know." He replied. Then he turned to Manager Gao: "Last time I heard Mr. Huang say that there was a sales specialist, and then he was a sales manager in the city, and he made 10 million a year. Is it true? β
Manager Gao was stunned when he heard it: "Genius, a small city sells 10 million, what is the concept?" He was only in his twenties. Fuck he doesn't have to worry about food or clothing in his life. β
One of the basic skills of selling "guerrillas" is to be able to make food on the spot.
Bai Xian's good cooking skills are probably cultivated in this way. A few people buy vegetables, a few people cook, and Chang Xia is responsible for washing dishes.
Manager Gao may feel that a girl can't eat much, and he is embarrassed to ask a girl for money, so he waves his hand to several boys at a time: "Go buy vegetables." β
At this time, I met the unhappy and vicious eyes of the "veteran" and another "eel calcium man", especially the eel calcium man, who used to make a kind of eel calcium health care products, the eyelids were very thin, and the eyeballs turned from top to bottom, like a flash of dark light.
Chang Xia was a little shorter as if he was apologetic. It's not that Chang Xia doesn't want to pay for a few meals, it's because she thinks that there is some subsidy for one day of research, and she just asks Manager Gao to receive it at that time.
It's like a few wolves finding a few bones in the wasteland, and they want to give the food in their mouths to a small tender dog, so they are naturally not happy. A few wolves find a few bones in the wasteland, and they don't put away their vicious howls just because a puppy eats a bone first and gives it back to them later.
(b)
The windswept yellow sand, the lack of a single green grass thousands of miles away, and a group of ragged people living in a deserted shop are the background of the desert narrow people's survival, and now, the desert sand has become a dusty Chinese township with cars.
Chang Xia followed them through small towns. You can see the three-storey buildings built in the countryside, but the only biological smell is a few chickens in the yardββββββ Fujian people like to build houses, maybe this house was built by an old man for his unborn grandson; You can see that there are air ticket sales agencies in the town, because there are many overseas Chinese here.
Passing by the market with even tractors, Changxia can also see a villa not far from the town, its pale green glass tiles proudly reflect the crystalline circle of light in the shimmering light. A few thirsty and tired people stood still, and Manager Gao smashed his mouth: "Damn, how much money does this make outside?" Xiao Chang, marry a husband so that you don't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life. β
The air conditioners dragged down from the different windows looked like old wells, glowing with a faint cool air.
A few days later, Chang Xia returned to the boss.
When a few people were in the car, the door was open, Chang Xia was the first to get in the car, unconsciously sat in the first row, and then looked up at the white clouds in the sky stupidly, she was in a daze, obviously, forgetting where she was.
The thin old man who was standing on the ground waiting for Chang Xia to give up his seat was eager to raise his foot and kick this girl who had been attracted by his eyes, sentimental and self-righteous Lin Daiyu, he glanced at her fiercely, and suddenly woke Chang Xia up from the fugue of the white clouds in the sky.
"You should be in the back row, don't you know? Yes! What day do you look up, you should look more at our promotional slogan, don't you know? How long do you want us to teach? To do sales, you have to listen to all directions, see all directions, observe every word and deed of customers, and make a response? What are you doing? Whooping dreams? β
(c)
The boss rented a three-bedroom living room, and the living room was used as an office. The room is occupied. The boss and Chang Xia work together. Began to learn how to edit newspapers.
Lying on her seat, glancing at the boss from time to time, she thought, maybe the boss is complaining in his heart, why did he attract people who can't do real work?
After making soup all morning, I really had no choice, and finally dared to hand the manuscript to the boss to read. After handing it over, he lay down on the table beside him, like a criminal, quietly guarding the trial.
Chang Xia glanced up and down the manuscript a few times with the boss's eyes, smiled as if he had suffered some major blow, and after laughing for a while, his face suddenly changed, like a change of face in Peking Opera, and his face was full of explosive anger:
"It's terrible, it's terrible, it's called a manuscript. You're almost elementary school level now, so what day are we going to take you? β
He pushed a pile of materials in front of Chang Xia, who was almost shrunk under the table, and pointed to a pile of propaganda posters in the corner: "You have to use your brain to see and think for yourself, isn't there our propaganda slogan clearly written on it?" β
Think about it, the boss has recruited a group of people, the rent is out, the salary is open, and the market still doesn't know when there will be movement, can you not be anxious? Market launch requires publicity.
I just recruited Chang Xia, a person who doesn't know what marketing is! I only look up at the clouds in the sky, I don't know how to read the propaganda color pages, and I don't figure out the banners and slogans.
Her untimely sentimental look made the boss annoyed when he saw it.
You female Adou who can't be cultivated, what we need is the market, which is your kind of poetry that doesn't care about itching and sour ass. All of them have to arouse the impulse of others to buy, what are you, what are you?
To compile this kind of tabloid, first of all, it is necessary to have the self-confidence and courage of a black doctor who is full of his own medical skills; Then there must be a matchmaker like a rhetoric, knowing what kind of nonsense can touch the heart of a woman to be married; Finally, it must have the function of all-purpose glue, which closely combines some irrelevant symptoms with the efficacy of the product, and cannot be torn apart. Of course, all of this requires some skill.
The three meals a day of the "eel calcium man" are extended to the raising of the children of the senior managers, and the more brilliant point is the house, car and life career of the CEOs. There is not the slightest reason to deny this one-sidedly.
For a whole day, Chang Xia stared at the newspaper, wishing that there was a hole in the newspaper to escape.