Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 502 developed!
Su Xiangdong, a reporter from a newspaper in the southeast, also has editors in the industry.

These days, both information and real objects are being developed online. Many things offline, no matter how prosperous they were before, seem to have been knocked down into "twilight industries" in just a few years, and they have begun to linger. Life is waiting for the day when it is completely swept into the garbage dump.

The cultural information industry can be described as the first to bear the brunt.

Publishing houses are not easy to mix, magazine offices are not easy to mix, and newspaper offices are equally difficult to mix.

People outside the industry may just accidentally discover that familiar faces they have seen for many years have disappeared when they approach the newsstand, and then ask a certain magazine that they have bought before and think it is not bad, and then get the answer from the newsstand owner: "Yo , that copy has long since ceased publication."

Then change it!

It's irrelevant, and it won't affect any life.

At most, some people who used to love a certain magazine will feel uncomfortable and regret a little, but they will soon find a substitute, or transfer their previous interests, and then gradually forget the things that have been with them for several years .

But for people in the industry, it is really miserable. In this industrial chain that has been hit to pieces, not to mention job transfers and layoffs again and again, salaries are almost only reduced but never raised. Compared with the rising prices of everything, it's embarrassing!

What impressed Su Xiangdong the most was the price of salt.

When he entered the newspaper office, the local salt price was RMB [-] for a bag, but now it is RMB [-] for a bag!
"When we can't afford salt in the future, let's learn from people in some ancient places and replace salt with spicy. I just like spicy millet, so I decided that I will eat steamed buns and spicy millet. Don't be too happy! "

"Yeah, I'm sure you'll be so happy. When your grave is three feet high, I'll pay a memorial ceremony for you. Who made us colleagues?"

"Sorry, I feel sorry for each other. My beloved wife told me the other day that our family can no longer afford watermelon. It used to be five yuan a watermelon, but now the same watermelon costs 50 yuan a piece! It's not as delicious as it used to be. In the summer before, I used to eat one watermelon a day, but now I can eat one in a week. Alas, the water is in dire straits, as if I have returned to the old society.”

"Little comrade, your thinking is wrong. As long as your thinking doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties. In the old society, you can have a watermelon a week? I think too much of you. If your boss hears your words, tsk, the list of transfers The first one is you!"

"Just adjust it, who is afraid of whom. I write these boring things every day, and I have to change them three times. I think delivering newspapers is better than this."

"It's really not your turn to deliver the newspaper. That position belongs to our boss' brother-in-law."

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This is the content of a chat between Su Xiangdong and his colleagues.

In fact, the entire newspaper office, from the boss, to the editor-in-chief, to the editor and their content editors, no one has an easy life.

The boss is worried about the survival and development of the newspaper, resisting or catering to the tide of the Internet is enough to make him exhausted, and the editor-in-chief is worried about content-oriented. The post-[-]s, post-[-]s, and post-[-]s have almost completely different tastes, and with the development and differentiation of the economy, people at different economic levels have naturally very different tastes.

"The local religious office intends to cooperate with the Senior Cultural Center to hold a folk appreciation event of 'tradition and modernity, religion and fashion'. This newspaper is also one of the partners. We need you to come up with something."

A few days ago, the editor-in-chief told them this.

In view of the considerable sponsorship funds this time, the newspaper office also showed considerable sincerity and sent these editors to various parts of the country to find the first-hand materials they needed.

Northeast China, North China, Northwest China, Southeast China, South China Southwest, and there is also Central China, the seven major regions of the country. They uphold the principle of fairness and justice, and draw lots to decide, so landlords always fight from the beginning to the end, and they always meet pig teammates to give strength In mahjong, Comrade Su Xiangdong, whose three of them always compete for one and the other has one, was drawn to the northwest area without any accident.

"I knew it was so!"

Su Xiangdong, who had been beaten by the sky without any spirit of resistance, readily bought a plane ticket and flew from the southeast to the northwest.

It's not the peak season, it's not a busy area, and discounted air tickets are a little more expensive than hard seats. As for the high-speed rail, you don't have to think about it. Even if the newspaper office is dismantled, it is impossible to pay the money.

After getting off the plane and taking the green leather, getting off the green leather and taking the bus, getting off the bus and taking the tricycle, and getting off the tricycle and riding a shared bicycle, Su Xiangdong traveled to various selected locations.

In other words, there is still one advantage of their front-line editors, that is, their bodies are trained to be excellent, and they are absolutely worthy of the party, the people, and their daughter-in-law. The only person who may be sorry is themselves.

Therefore, when the Nine Chains and Eighteen Turns came to Gang Rinpoche, Su Xiangdong felt like he had caught a cold, and he didn't know whether it was altitude sickness that had finally come too late or something.

Dizziness and headache, my head seemed to be caught by the door, my whole body was weak, and I couldn't lift the slightest energy.

It was a lie to say that he was suffering to death, and he was saying that he was suffering from half-death, but he definitely did not discount it at all, so Su Xiangdong decided to take a rest here for a day, and then work when his physical condition improved a little.

Of course, you can't take a break for a short break.

If people don't move, machines can't.

Su Xiangdong set up the camera, turned on the automatic camera facing the Zhuanshan Road, and he himself, like a disciple of the beggar gang living in the rivers and lakes, huddled under the camera without any image.

Decent?

nonexistent.

To be able to pretend to be a person, to be a ghost, to be able to get into the gang of beggars, and to be able to walk into the great hall, this is the basic quality of editing and editing. When I shouldn't want face, no one is allowed to give me face!

Lying there like a zombie, Su Xiangdong faced Mount Kailash for more than an hour.

Drowsy, but TM can't sleep.

When he was bored, Su Xiangdong's eyes that seemed to be open or closed suddenly widened, and he sat up abruptly, almost knocking over the camera. ——Lying down a big trough, what is that?
Aliens come to earth?
A large glowing marshmallow appeared on the top of a mountain in the distance, and it definitely appeared out of nowhere!Then, just when Su Xiangdong was extremely stunned, the big marshmallow suddenly spread apart into countless threads.

Strands of continuous light burst out in all directions from the original position of the big marshmallow.

The process seems to be very long, but in fact it only takes a few seconds.

When Su Xiangdong came back to his senses, the eruption was over, all the light had disappeared, and the originally clear sky with the sun seemed to have become a bit dimmer.

It seemed that with the disappearance of that light, the whole world was eclipsed.

but……

Su Xiangdong's body was warm.

Just now his body was sprinkled by the light, but now, his whole body seems to be soaked in a hot spring.

What kind of dizziness and headache, what kind of general fatigue, are disappearing at an extremely fast speed, even Su Xiangdong can smell the smell of soil and grass around him, very clear, like a little girl walking in the countryside after a heavy rain, Same on the road.

what is that?
Su Xiangdong jumped up directly from the ground, stretched his arms, shook his legs, twisted his waist and turned his buttocks, confirming that it was not an illusion, his physical condition really improved instantly!

Is that... Holy Light?

I have been working on this topic for the past few days. At this moment, a word flashed through Su Xiangdong's mind, "Buddha's light shines everywhere".

Su Xiangdong's little heart was beating wildly.

"By the way, the camera!"

"I recorded it!"

Likely, this is the only record at the scene!
got rich.

No, I'm getting rich.

The sensitivity of being a reporter made Su Xiangdong abandon the changes in his body all of a sudden, holding the camera and sprinting [-] meters in the direction of the hotel without even closing the tripod.

He wants to make sure whether the camera has captured it or not!
If it is photographed, it means that the Eighteen Arhats of the Qing Dynasty will open the bar, and there will be nothing in the sky in an instant, and if it is not photographed, it will be the time when the TM opens the bar, and the other people's Eighteen Arhats will be fired.

It's the difference between heaven and hell.

God, you have cheated me so many times, and I didn't bother with you. This time, can you give me some strength?
Amitabha!
Buddha bless!

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