Since the day the media was born, only the form has changed, and the essence has not changed at all.
This short composition written by Chen Qi is no different from the UP hosts on Weibo, Xiaohongshu, Douyin, and Bilibili. They all have a rhythm, stir up emotions, attract traffic, and then achieve their own goals.
He is still following the emotional UP main route, the kind where men are silent and women cry.
He dissed the No. 2 Plastics Factory in his essay. According to the practice of later generations, the No. 2 Plastics Factory should do public relations and make amends. If it is done well, it can turn from black to red and make a fortune by selling goods through live broadcasts.
But it's different now.
People do not have the corresponding way of thinking, and the environment does not allow it.
"I have been so unlucky for eight lifetimes, how could I end up with these employees!"
In the No. 2 Plastics Factory, the factory leader was holding a newspaper and smoking like Wu Laoer next door, full of grievances.
He is indeed aggrieved. According to the process, there is nothing wrong with the so-called "meeting and study". The working class is the grandfather these days! Workers will be punished for the most serious things. Will everyone agree? This is not something you can decide.
Must be studied.
The results haven't been studied yet. The opponent didn't play according to the routine and got KO directly.
"When you appear in the newspaper, you become famous. When you become famous, superiors will pay attention... Now it's done. Not to mention those guys, even I won't get any good results!"
"Then what do we do now?"
"What else can I do!"
The factory leader said angrily: "Our team will review it immediately, hold a meeting to review it, review it seriously, write a written material and hand it in, and the superiors will definitely send someone to investigate.
As for those boys, please stop working and wait for punishment!"
After saying that, the factory leader thought for a while, suddenly picked up his coat and said: "I will go there in person to communicate with Dashilan Street!"
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The front door, on the east side of the archery tower.
At noon, twelve tea-pot youths were taking a break from work. Why do I say twelve? Because a few of them skipped work.
After several days of practice, they quickly accumulated experience. For example, they poured out the tea first and covered it with a glass sheet to dry. This way, the tea would be warm and customers could drink it immediately, and it would also prevent wind and sand.
Sales are also increasing day by day, and yesterday we sold 3,000 bowls.
"Ouch, I'm so exhausted!"
Huang Zhanying followed the example of others, breaking open the steamed buns and stuffing them with pickles, and also made a giant pickle bun, saying: "It feels like there are more and more people, and I can't even keep busy."
"Yeah, it's noon in the blink of an eye... Hey, where did Chen Qi go?"
"My stomach hurts and I'm resting at home."
"Why does he always have a stomachache?"
"Just being lazy!"
Huang Zhanying took a sip of water and said: "The reporter came to interview yesterday and said that he would see the newspaper today, but he was so busy that he didn't have time to read it. I had to buy a copy after get off work."
"Hmm, I want to buy it too. We took a group photo yesterday, so I showed it to my mom to save her from saying I'm worthless all the time."
"I don't know what he wrote, it's mysterious..."
"Ah! Don't squeeze!"
A scream interrupted them. Huang Zhanying stood up quickly, thinking that someone was causing trouble again, but when he went over and took a look, he didn't know when there were many people crowded in front of the tea stall. The men and women were all young, and they didn't look like they were here to drink tea.
, all with curiosity and enthusiasm on their faces.
"Is this here?"
"Here it is, there's a tea shop just outside the front door!"
"Ah, this is where Comrade Chen Qi works? Our cooperative makes mattresses. I thought it was hard enough, but I didn't expect that your conditions are even more primitive. You don't even have a shed to expose yourself to the weather."
"..."
Huang Zhanying had a question mark on his head and shouted: "What are you doing? Don't push forward if you don't want to drink tea!"
Who would have thought that her shout would cause even greater commotion: "Is Comrade Chen Qi here?"
"We want to meet him!"
"I read the newspaper and came here from Haidian!"
"He...he is sick and is taking leave today!"
"Ah? What kind of disease is it? Is it serious? Why did he suddenly become ill? Where is his home? Can we visit?"
"Yes, yes, I have a lot to say!"
"It's not serious. His parents are taking care of him. It's not appropriate for you guys to go there. I'll convey my feelings to you... It's hard work for you all to come here. Come and have a cup of tea!"
Huang Zhanying rolled his eyes and waved his hand. The friends cooperated tacitly and started pouring water.
“The Chinese have a saying, come and go!
——Einstein”
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They all came, and of course they wanted to drink tea. After drinking, they were too embarrassed not to pay. Huang Zhanying pretended to push and shove, and reluctantly accepted it. I thought it was just a group of people, but unexpectedly there were more and more people.
They were all looking for Chen Qi.
There was also someone who came with a letter and asked Huang Zhanying to hand it over. She was like a celebrity agent, helping her master deal with a bunch of idiot fans.
"Two bowls, please!"
"I'll have a bowl too!"
"Your job is not easy either. Our cooperative is in Dongcheng. We are all revolutionary comrades and support each other!"
"Everyone line up, don't crowd!"
It was supposed to be lunch break, but it turned out to be extremely busy. While everyone was milling around, they felt extremely itchy: I must buy a newspaper and read it after get off work!
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"Ouch!"
"Another sack!"
At the China Youth Daily newspaper office, when it was almost time to get off work, the editor took another sack of letters and threw it on the ground. He said in disbelief: "Young people are so enthusiastic now. I just saw the newspaper today and hundreds of people came to write letters, all discussing that article.
!”
"Is it for us or for the author?"
"Everything is there!"
"Let Lao Sheng come and take a look!"
After a while, Sheng Yongzhi came over, flipped through it and randomly pulled out a letter, which read:
"Hello, comrades from the newspaper:
Today I read the article "The road of life, how should I go?" published in your newspaper. I was deeply touched and I couldn't help but want to share my thoughts. Please forgive me for overestimating my abilities.
The author mentioned building your own spiritual home, which is certainly reasonable, but I disagree.
I think it’s too narrow to limit your ideals to inner self-enrichment. We are all young people. We should aim to realize our own value and then create value for the whole society and the motherland..."
"Sure, young people have great ideas."
Sheng Yongzhi nodded and said: "Since this topic is so popular, we might as well select some letters with different views and publish a part of them in each issue, so that everyone can express their opinions and form the scope of discussion."
"Okay, our editorial department means the same thing!"
“I haven’t seen this kind of atmosphere for many years!”
"As the saying goes, new era, new atmosphere!"
For a time, everyone jumped for joy. They were all intellectuals, and they were most emotional about the past years - in fact, many people had something to say, but they did not have the right to speak.
Sheng Yongzhi came back with a stack of letters and ordered: "You Yu, please pay attention to that tea stall. There may be leaders who will inspect it later and remind me then."
"Yeah, got it!"
"Follow the author and see if there is any other news."
"OK!"
Yu Jiajia happily agreed.
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"My son!"
"I just realized that you have been so wronged!"
In this compartment, after Yu Xiuli got off work, she hugged her eldest son as soon as she came in. She was crying and wiping away tears. Chen Jianjun, who was beside him, was also happy and heavy.
Chen Qi rolled his eyes. He found that his mother was a bit of a drama personality, while his father was a sultry person. He had just published an article and cried in the house. Why did he come to the yard to cry?
Isn’t it just to show off to the neighbors?
The effect was very good. Everyone stopped cooking and formed a crowded half circle with their house as the core. They were watched like monkeys.
"Xiuli, this is such a good thing, don't cry!"
"Yes, your boy can publish an article in the newspaper. He is much better than my boy. My boy touched a girl's little hand yesterday and almost got caught!"
"Hey Xiao Chen, do you have any royalties?"
"Then how did the reporter conduct the interview?"
"Hey, will the leader come to inspect?"
"Let me just say, this kid can just write compositions since he was a child. Going to the countryside will be delayed."
"..."
Listening to the neighbors' busy discussions, Chen Qi felt calm. He was as indifferent as a passenger on the tram, as blind as his husband sleeping in the living room, as deaf as his colleagues in the tea room, and as heartless as he was.
Like parents who take teachers home to make up lessons for their children...
If it were applied to other young people, they might have become arrogant long ago.
But he knew in his heart that he did not have the corresponding social status yet. He just wrote a letter, which was only a false reputation, but it was also a good start. He had to become famous as early as possible!
Chapter completed!