Chapter 17 Section 16 Dialogue between the first floor and the top floor

The next morning, I was paged by the editor-in-chief, who asked me to come to his office. At this time, mobile phones are very popular, and paging has become an antique. I may be the last group of people in this southern metropolis to use paging. I came to the office building of the newspaper group and walked into the editor-in-chief's office. The editor-in-chief was sitting across from me, and we were both sitting on the sofa. He took out his cigarettes for me to smoke, which were local cigarettes in red packages that cost 20 yuan a box. He is the most genial and approachable managing editor I have ever met.He has no airs, I feel very relaxed in front of him, and I feel comfortable talking to him, just like talking to an old farmer smoking dry tobacco in the fields, I can say whatever I want without any psychological barriers.

I talked about my own understanding of news, the shortcomings of current news writing, the reasons why news works are dry and unattractive, and my own ideas. I advocate introducing literary creation techniques into news writing , talked about news should be good at plot and details. In this day and age, news is more exciting than fiction.All kinds of stories that novelists can't conceive even if they break their heads appear in our lives and are staged around us.If you use the new Chinese style that everyone has been using to write news articles, it will be too small to fit your shoes.

The editor-in-chief asked me what to do now?I said I was working as a publisher. This is an equal dialogue between the editor-in-chief and the publishers, discussing the news reform in the era of China's transformation.Probably never had such a disparate and profound conversation before. That morning, I also talked about the manuscripts I had collected and written before, my thrilling and unannounced interview experiences that escaped from death, and the embarrassing situations I faced again and again.Later, every time I think about the hunger, cold and lack of life after I lost my job, I will shed tears, but I was very calm that morning, as if I was telling someone else's story.

Near noon, when we were saying goodbye, the editor-in-chief sent me to the elevator.I thought he would agree to me to be a reporter for a newspaper under the newspaper group, but he didn't. He said, "Next week, there is a newspaper under the group that wants to recruit reporters. You can sign up." I walked into the elevator feeling uneasy.Maybe the editor-in-chief didn't recognize me, so he asked me to sign up for recruitment.My emotions suddenly cooled to the extreme. Later I learned that the editor-in-chief is a very impartial and selfless person. Some provincial officials and leaders of military regions approached the editor-in-chief and wanted to hire someone to work. Only after admission.He said, we are a business unit here, what we need are talents, not royal relatives.

For many days, I would recall the first time I met the editor-in-chief, and every time I recalled it, my heart would be filled with warmth. That afternoon, I participated in the recruitment application. It is said that there were more than 2,000 journalists from all over the country who applied, but only ten people were admitted.