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 owners on Weibo, Xiaohongshu, Douyin, and Bilibili. They all set a rhythm, provoke emotions, attract traffic, and then achieve their own goals. He still takes 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've 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! Do you agree that workers will be punished if it's a big deal? This is not something you can decide on your own. Must be studied.
The results haven't been studied yet, but the opponent didn't play according to the routine and got directly KO. "When you publish 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 immediately, hold a meeting to review, review carefully, write a written material and submit it, 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!" ………… The front door, on the east side of the arrow tower. At noon, twelve young men taking a tea break were taking a break. Why do you say twelve? Because a few people have missed 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 three thousand bowls were sold yesterday. "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 fort, 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. I'm resting at home." "Why does he always have a stomachache?" "Just being lazy!" Huang Zhanying took a sip of water and said: "Yesterday the reporter came to interview 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 and 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, he saw that many people had 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 simpler. 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 without drinking 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's sick. He's asking for leave today!" "Ah? What kind of illness 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 thoughts to you... It's hard work for you to come here all the way. Come, 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” Now that I have come, of course I want to drink tea. After drinking it, I am too embarrassed not to pay for it. Huang Zhanying pretends to push it and reluctantly accepts it. I thought it was just a group of people, but I didn't expect that 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!" "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! …………
"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?" "All of them!" "Let Old Sheng come and have a look!" After a while, Sheng Yongzhi came over, flipped through the pages and picked up a letter. It said: "Hello, comrade from the newspaper: Today I read the article "How to walk the road of life" published in your newspaper, and was deeply moved. I couldn't help but want to talk about my own feelings. Please forgive me for overestimating my own abilities. The author mentioned that we should build our own spiritual home, which is reasonable, but I dare not agree. I think it is too narrow to limit ideals to internal self-fulfillment. We are all young people, at a good age, and should aim to realize our own value and create value for the whole society. value, create value for the motherland..." "Sure, young people are very thoughtful." Sheng Yongzhi nodded and said: "Since this topic is so popular, why don't we select some letters with different views and publish a part of them in each issue, so that everyone can express their opinions and form a scope of discussion." "Okay, our editorial department also means this!" "I haven't seen this kind of atmosphere for many years!" "As the saying goes, new era, new atmosphere!" For a time, everyone was happy and excited. They were all intellectuals and were most emotional about the past period of time - in fact, many people had something to say, but they didn't have the right to speak. Sheng Yongzhi came back with a pile of letters and ordered: "Xiao Yu, pay attention to that tea stall. There may be leaders to inspect it later. Remind me then." "Well, I know!" "Follow that author and see if there is any news." "Okay!" Yu Jiajia agreed happily. ………… “My son!” “I just realized how wronged you were!” On this side, after getting off work, Yu Xiuli hugged her eldest son as soon as she entered the house, crying and wiping tears. Chen Jianjun was relieved and heavy beside her. Chen Qi rolled his eyes. He found that his mother had a bit of a dramatic personality, and his father was a bit reserved. He had posted an article, so it was fine to cry in the house, but why did he run 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 semicircle around their house. He was watched like a monkey. "Xiu Li, this is such a great thing, don't cry!" "Yes, your kid can publish articles in newspapers, much better than my kid, who touched a girl's hand yesterday and was almost arrested!" "Hey, Xiao Chen, do you get any royalties?" "How did the reporter interview?" "Oh, will the leader come to inspect?" "I told you, this kid has been good at writing essays since he was young, but he was delayed from going to the countryside." "..." Listening to the neighbors' chatter, Chen Qi was calm, as indifferent as the passengers in the tram, as blind as the husband sleeping in the living room, as deaf as the colleagues in the tea room, and as heartless as the parents who took the teacher home to tutor their children... If it were other young people, they might have been arrogant long ago. He knew in his heart that he did not have the corresponding social status yet, and he only wrote a letter, which was all false fame, but this was also a good start, and he should become famous as early as possible!