Miyun's military training did not deviate from the media's vision.

In this era, media reporters were still very capable, such as the focus interviews started a few years later. The reporters openly and secretly visited governments at all levels, and even underground mining areas. Their thrilling levels were made into movies, which was no less than Hollywood blockbusters.

However, although the reporters have outstanding abilities, there are not many places to play. The focus interviews are cheesy after all, and before that, the stories that the media can report were extremely limited.

The Nobel Prize is the most interesting story outside of political life. It is also of high level. No matter which level the media is at, it will not lose points. To put it further, small media prefer such stories.

Later generations of various online media made jokes and played with little happiness. The newspaper media in the 1980s did not waste this piece. The jokes about the Nobel Prize have been written in the past few days, and everyone urgently needed fresh consultations to fill them.

Tens of thousands of workers were trained in military training, and there was a Nobel Prize winner Comrade Yang Rui who announced that he would make new drugs. These were enough for reporters to make up for a while.

Wang Bo from the Beijing Morning Post was originally a member of the fabrication faction. The stories he made and some of the little knowledge he made were very popular for a long time.

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

He borrowed a camera from his unit and relied on his understanding of Yang Rui, he finally got a "interview certificate" and spent the whole day lying on the playground to take photos of the workers.

Of course, the day of hang out is not about taking photos for a day.

How expensive is film? He only asked for two rolls of it from the unit. If he didn't take good photos, he would not say it was wasted, and he would even be criticized if he didn't do it well.

Therefore, most of the time when Wang Bo lay down, he was POSE.

He was posing a POSE by himself, and was also waiting for the workers to pose a POSE for himself.

Here is a handsome photo of the kicking.

Another photo of each team gathered.

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

It is necessary to take a photo of 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 very regretful.

After a day of work, he finally took a few satisfactory photos. Wang Bo returned to the editorial department and immediately wrote a lot. He put in the story he had prepared long ago. Finally, he brought a few pictures and found the editor-in-chief and said with a smile: "Look at what I wrote today, and I don't know which photo is better."

"Okay, wait." The editor-in-chief was reading an article in a newspaper, and his eyes were a little unplugged.

Wang Bo was not in a hurry, and looked at the editor-in-chief with a smile, and he was in his heart. After a while, the editor-in-chief saw his article, he was probably more than just reading it, and he might even applaud. Well, Wang Bo naturally didn't think he had written some great articles on heaven and earth. However, in terms of the level of the Beijing Morning Post, his articles today should be the first.

No matter how well someone else’s articles are written, they are still from others. Slapping the table is nothing more than a pain in your hand.

My own articles are the good things that bring sales to the Beijing Morning Post.

Wang Bo thought happily that with the care of Qiu Laohu, he should have a few big smiles after he had been wearing a fat face for a day. It is the end of the year, and it is time to evaluate the top scores, so he has to give the leader a good impression.

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

Wang Bo smiled relaxedly and looked at the newspaper's head: "Xiang Hua Morning Post".

It is the big opponent of the Beijing Morning Post.

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

Wang Bo was a little curious and bored, so he took the newspaper over and read the article above.

The Beijing Morning Post is a tabloid newspaper with no strict management and no strict superior and subordinate system of government agencies. Wang Bo flipped the newspaper over and glanced at the editor-in-chief who was frowning at his own article, and thought to himself: Look carefully, look at the interview results of our professional reporters.

Wang Bo suppressed his complacency and shook his hands before focusing on the West China Morning Post.

His eyes swept down very quickly, subconsciously preparing to turn the pages.

If the front page of such tabloids is not a policy and current affairs, it is also a small matter, which is never worth wasting time. However, the second and third editions often have a bit of flavor.

However, the front page of the West China Morning Post today is so long that it is impossible to pay attention to it:

"The Mother of the Nobel Prize Winner: How I Raise a Nobel Prize"

Wang Bo's eyes suddenly condensed.

This...this is really...a bit shameless!

Wang Bo quickly looked down at the specific content, and the beginning of the article said: It is hard to imagine that Yang Rui, a Chinese Nobel Prize winner, was born in Xizhaizi Township, Xi County, Nanhu City, Hedong Province, started his magnificent academic career in a township-run primary school... When Yang Rui was a naughty man when he was young, the school teachers often complained to his mother. Whenever this time, his mother would educate Yang Rui in a warm voice, live in peace with the children, and playing together is more interesting than playing alone...

Yang Rui's mother is an ordinary working woman. She also has to cook, wash dishes and laundry during her spare time every day...

Even when she went to work in Xixiang Development Zone, she still did not deviate from the true nature of working women. She must do sweaters and soles. Every day when she went to work and got off work, she would go to the vegetable field to check the fence, check the fence, and see if she needed watering and fertilization...

When Wang Bo saw this, he couldn't stand it anymore. He angrily threw the West China Morning Post onto the table: "It's simply nonsense."

"Why are you talking nonsense?" The editor-in-chief raised his head without any temper.

"Yang Rui's grandfather is the party secretary of Xizhaizi Township. Yang Rui does not study in Xizhaizi Township, where else can he study? He is not an ordinary working woman. Her father-in-law is the top leader of the township, and his mother's family is a cadre of state-owned enterprises. Every year during the Spring Festival, the threshold at home is broken and he also does laundry and cooks? When Yang Rui was in school, their family hired a nanny, but later she didn't want it. She changed the unit and was free from work." Wang Bo had investigated carefully, and he was even more angry when he looked at the flattery of the West China Daily.

He spoke louder and louder: "Yang Rui's family doesn't need to wear sweaters or soles. Their family can afford finished sweaters very early, as well as vegetable fields, and nothing more than vegetable fields!"

Wang Bo jumped up angrily and said, "Their vegetable field was built with lawns after moving to the villa area of ​​Xixiang Development Zone. Can you believe it? A development zone dares to build a villa area, a two-story small western-style building, a large balcony with a water, and a tiles for paving the floor. The big tiles cost more than five yuan per piece, and they are all distributed to the leaders."

"Seeing how excited you are, why don't you write these into your articles?" The editor-in-chief's voice was fluttering and there was no strength.

Wang Bo was stunned for a moment and said, "How can you write these? Besides, even if I write them, readers are not happy to read them."

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

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

"You can write this article." The editor-in-chief saw his expression and smiled, saying, "It's a good article, so put it on tomorrow's second edition."

Wang Bo’s original goal was the second edition, but the West China Morning Post put Yang Rui’s article on the front page, and Wang Bo was not so happy about the second edition, and couldn’t help but say: “Do you think my article is not as good as West China Morning Post?”

"Each one has its own merits."

"You just talk about the gap."

The editor laughed twice, and saw that Wang Bo's attitude was firm and he didn't need to be abusive to him, so he said, "Just just for the article, what you wrote is OK. For example, the magnificent team of workers, with the flames of revolution and temperament... the magnificent square formation, stepping on the drums of reform... I imagined that in a new factory, when workers are like soldiers, abide by discipline and have a high fighting spirit, the medicines they produce must also have special efficacy..."

When Wang Bo wrote, he didn't think so. He listened to the editor-in-chief reading it, especially with accents, and immediately felt that it was not so catchy.

The editor-in-chief did not give him a chance to renege and continued: "In general, the article is OK, but the situation is a bit smaller than that of the Beijing Morning Post. Do you think it is?"

"This pattern...the pattern is not something that cannot be seen from the small, right?" Wang Bo tried his best to compete for the last bit of voice for himself.

The editor-in-chief smiled and said, "Do you know where the best thing about this article?"

"You said."

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

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

"I think this is what..." The editor-in-chief called Wang Bo who was about to go out and said, "You are quite familiar with Yang Rui. We can also write an article to fight with them."

"kindness?"

"The title is suspended: "It is not difficult to train a Nobel Prize winner - the self-report of the father of Nobel Prize winner Yang Rui"" After finishing his speech, the editor-in-chief praised his naming ability and praised him.

Wang Bo forced himself to stop slamming the door and went out, and he felt very sorry in his heart: Do you call this a ring?
Chapter completed!