classifiedscript Chapter 82: We were just lucky.
Chapter 82: We were just lucky.
Chapter 82: We were just lucky.
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan couldn't help but mutter to himself:
You emphasize neutrality and objectivity here, but foreign media are neither neutral nor objective.
Turning black into white, misrepresenting facts, nine parts truth and one part falsehood, using a dark filter, avoiding the important and focusing on the trivial, directly fabricating...
Foreign media have a lot of tricks up their sleeves.
Of course, as a leader, you need to set the tone; otherwise, if everyone below speaks their minds freely and engages in all sorts of tricks, things will undoubtedly fall into chaos.
"Of course I know that the official account of Jiangnan Morning Post is not a personal column, but the editor-in-chief said that the new media department should handle this as a special case and not use the old methods of traditional media. Now we live in the new media era where everyone has a microphone! The level of public opinion guidance is the most crucial thing."
Yu Huan turned to look at Director Li:
"Speak to the people in their own words, isn't that right?"
Director Li laughed heartily: "Xiao Yu, you're right! If it comes to the cadre meeting on Monday, I'll use your statement to get by."
"It all depends on the final result. As long as the result is good, I don't think the bosses will say anything," Yu Huan said confidently.
After all, years later, whenever a similar incident occurs in the United States, there will almost always be a classic, insightful commentary...
The views he expressed using the official account of Jiangnan Morning Post were not so extreme, but rather leaned towards popular science and debunking myths.
Most people simply remain silent, as evidenced by the number of likes.
Of course, those who kneel for a long time will definitely be an eyesore.
After confirming that public opinion was undoubtedly on the side of Jiangnan Morning Post, Yu Huan returned to his office.
Chen Yaoyao and Sister Li arrived in a flurry of activity, greeting him and Director Li.
Yu Huan looked up, nodded slightly in response, and informed them that the specific arrangements had been sent to their work email.
After turning on the desktop computer on the table, I took my laptop out of my bag and turned it on.
Time passes bit by bit.
The hands of the clock slowly crawled past the number 2, announcing the arrival of two in the morning.
The series of matters had been mostly dealt with, and the workspace was filled with a strong, lingering aroma of coffee, causing everyone to yawn repeatedly.
Yu Huan shook his head and stretched his stiff neck.
The final conclusion, posted on Weibo, is that the incident resulted in the deaths of 27 people, including the gunman. Furthermore, the gunman is suspected of murdering his own mother last Friday before the attack. This horrific tragedy is deeply shocking.
Time to wrap up and go home!
Yu Huan turned around and said in a loud voice, "Everyone has worked hard. I'll treat you to a late-night snack, let's go eat barbecue!"
"Great!" Wang Zhi slapped the table.
These words were more invigorating than coffee, instantly dispelling everyone's fatigue and drowsiness, and cheers erupted in the workroom.
All the hardships come.
At this moment, the hardships of working overtime until the early hours of the morning seemed to be left behind.
After all, apart from the three people on duty who will have to continue working tomorrow and will be quite busy, the rest of the weekend will be a comfortable one.
However, compared to the carefree attitude of the men led by Wang Zhi, the girls and Chen Xi seemed rather dull.
Of course, Chen Xi is a man who is secretly passionate.
A sign of a man's maturity is that he hides his emotions, appears no different from usual, and keeps all his joys and sorrows inside.
After all, it's heartbreaking to think that more than twenty hopeful young lives were destroyed by a demon with a gun. Even though they were journalists, they shouldn't have gone so far as to be so inhumane.
"It's so late, I won't go. When I was younger, I could stay up all night to finish a manuscript, but now it's only 2 a.m. and I'm already feeling a bit out of sorts." Director Li's eyelids drooped, and he felt like he couldn't keep them open.
"You really aren't going?"
"No way! I have high blood pressure, I can't eat barbecue that's heavy on salt and oil!"
Yu Huan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Then you should get some rest!"
"Ah."
Director Li nodded, holding a thermos in his hand, and strolled towards the stairwell.
Yu Huan watched as Director Li's figure disappeared around the corner. Turning her head to look behind her, she saw Zheng Yu tidying up her desk.
"Zheng Yu, where is that barbecue restaurant you mentioned?"
Hearing this, Zheng Yu looked up and exchanged a glance with Yu Huan before lowering her head and saying, "Turn right after exiting the Morning Post building, look for the signposts, there's a Huajing Street. Go in and you'll see the barbecue restaurant on the side of the street. It's less than a ten-minute walk!"
"Did everyone hear that?"
Yu Huan then turned around and tightened the screws on her thermos:
"Those who don't know the way can come with Zheng Yu. I'm going to the editorial department first to talk about something. Don't let me arrive and you still not be there! Also, the last one to leave, remember to turn off the lights and the heater."
"Alright, Brother Yu! I'll close it!" Wang Zhi clapped his hands.
Seeing the animal's excited expression, Yu Huan couldn't help but shake his head; he still hadn't worked enough extra shifts.
First, I folded up my laptop and put it in my bag, then slung it over my shoulder. Next, I put on my jacket, zipped it up, and immediately went to take the elevator.
Go down to the third-floor editorial department.
The place was brightly lit, as bright as day.
The rapid clatter of keyboard clicks continuously broke the silence.
Upon seeing this, Yu Huan immediately slowed down, trying not to disturb the editors' heavy news gathering and writing work.
Compared to their new media department, the editorial department has a much larger and more varied workload when dealing with major breaking news.
Since Lao Lin wasn't in the workshop supervising the work, he should be in his office.
Yu Huan knocked lightly on the door until she heard a tired voice say "Come in" from inside, then she turned the doorknob.
Old Lin sat behind the computer screen, glanced up at Yu Huan who had just entered through the door, and asked, "Have you finished everything in the new media department?"
"Dad, we've all finished work and are about to go get some late-night snacks! I just came over to ask if you'd like some barbecue. If so, I'll bring you some."
Old Lin kept moving the mouse and glancing at the screen, but didn't respond to the conversation.
He said thoughtfully:
"The timeliness of new media is indeed unmatched by print media. I checked Sina Weibo, and your real-time reporting, rapid response, and constant synchronization with trending topics have allowed you to quickly seize the high ground in the discussion. You have easily increased the public attention of the Jiangnan Morning Post's official account, gaining nearly 500,000 followers."
"We were just lucky to get the headline!"
Upon hearing this, Old Lin's face immediately lit up with curiosity: "What kind of luck method is that?"
Yu Huan moved the laptop bag on her back to the front, patted it lightly, and once again used the same excuse that she had coincidentally bypassed the Great Firewall to browse Facebook.
"So those Weibo posts were yours. Although your words were a bit sharp when interacting with some netizens, they didn't detract from your overall excellence." Old Lin sighed as he spoke. "The editorial department is working overtime, pulling all-nighters, and we can't get the news to readers until the morning. But the new media department has already finished reporting. Times are changing, and newspapers are becoming obsolete."
Yu Huan nodded: "With the development of internet technology, print media will definitely be impacted like never before, but it will not necessarily disappear. Its scale will definitely shrink."
(End of this chapter)