Rebirth as an official

The two returned to Xihuawan Community, and Zhai Bei held Li An's arm and walked on the green path.

"Li An, I forgot to tell you, who do you think the security guard we met before was?" Zhai Bei said mysteriously.

"I guess it's not the security guard." Li An replied with a smile.

"Ah, how did you know?" Zhai Bei was a little surprised.

"I counted with my fingers and realized that this person's identity is not simple." Li An suppressed a smile.

"Yeah, it's serious, just take a guess."

Zhai Bei still said coquettishly, after all, she rarely found a sense of accomplishment in Li An.

But obviously this time Zhai Bei still didn't find this feeling. Li An said: "That old man must be a senior leader of the newspaper."

"How did you tell? He is the newspaper president Meng Zhengchang." Zhai Bei said the answer.

"Actually, it's very simple. As soon as I saw the security guard, I felt something was wrong." Li An said.

"What's the problem? Why didn't I see it?" Zhai Bei recalled the appearance of the security guard, but couldn't think of anything suspicious.

"The first thing is his clothes." Li An raised a finger, and then continued:

"Although he is wearing security clothes on the upper body, he is wearing trousers on the lower body, and the trousers are of high quality, as well as the leather shoes, which are obviously high-end goods. And the watch he is wearing, although it is only a Shanghai brand, but this kind of watch A security guard wouldn't wear it. Generally, only higher-level leaders would wear such a low-key one."

"Then there's the skin color and the hands." Li An raised his second finger.

"That old man has fair skin. How could a guard or security guard have such well-maintained skin despite being exposed to wind and rain? And his hands are soft, slender and not rough at all. You can tell at a glance that he writes frequently."

After Ang Lee finished his analysis, Zhai Beibei's eyes were full of admiration, "Wow, Ang Lee, you are so awesome, you look like you acted on something..."

"Humph, does that look like me..." Li An took over the words smugly.

Zhai Bei: "Detective Conan."

Ang Lee: "Sherlock Holmes."

The two men announced two completely different names in unison.

A gust of breeze picked up a few fallen leaves on the ground. The broken hair on Li An's forehead swayed in the wind, and his angular face could be clearly seen twitching constantly.

"Why the hell is it Conan again~"

At this time, there were bursts of anxious shouts in the distance.

"Doudou~Doudou~where are you?"

"Pete~Pete~come out quickly!"

Li An turned around and looked. Not far away, there was a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup and a round figure and a girl wearing a vest and jeans. They were calling anxiously as they walked.

Zhai Bei pulled Li An and walked in the other direction with a slight look of disgust on his face.

"Which two women do you know?" Li An noticed something strange on Zhai Bei's face.

"They keep the dog above me."

"Oh." Li An nodded, then looked back at the woman not far away who was still calling her pet's name, and said meaningfully: "Their dog seems to be missing."

After walking for a while, Zhai Bei said with some worry: "Then you said so many unpleasant things in front of the president before, aren't you afraid that he will bear a grudge against you?"

"Don't worry, it won't happen. He's such a big leader. Besides, if I hadn't stimulated him, why would you have become a reporter in a newspaper." Li An affectionately pinched Zhai Beibei's fair face.

"Ah, wasn't I eliminated?" Zhai Bei was a little surprised.

"Maybe there's still a chance." Li An smiled.

The two walked to the elevator entrance and pressed the button to open the elevator. Sure enough, the dog feces was no longer visible in the elevator, and the air inside no longer smelled bad.

"Hey~ the elevator is so clean today." Zhai Bei said with some surprise.

Li An smiled and said nothing, and pressed the button for the tenth floor. The handwritten note on the inner wall of the elevator was "I have to urinate in the elevator, what can you do to me." 】The note is particularly conspicuous.

......

Monday, afternoon, Qingchuan Daily Building, eighth floor.

Zhai Bei, dressed in professional attire and well-groomed, stood outside the door of the director's office of the Government Information Department with a nervous mood.

She felt that what happened in the past two days was too dreamy. She was disqualified yesterday and was notified to come for an interview early this morning. Unexpectedly, she passed the exam and is now an employee of the Provincial Daily. Speaking of this experience, it is estimated that No one believed it.

Zhai Bei took a deep breath for herself to calm down, then knocked on the door and entered.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhai Bei saw a bearded man writing something behind a solid wood desk.he

The examiner who interviewed him today is also his current leader, Song Xiaoping, deputy minister of the Government Affairs Department and chief reporter.

Song Xiaoping, who was revising his manuscript, just looked up when he saw Zhai Bei enter the room, pointed to the sofa next to him and said, "Sit down first while I finish the work at hand."

Zhai Bei nodded and did not dare to speak, for fear of disturbing Director Song's work, so he straightened up and sat on the sofa.

Now Zhai Bei's palms are a little sweaty. The interview this morning is still vivid in his mind. The questions he asked are extremely pointed and confront the dark side of people's hearts. Zhai Bei thought that he was going to be eliminated, but he didn't expect to pass.

Seeing that Song Xiaoping was even more nervous now, Zhai Bei began to observe the office in order to ease his emotions.

After looking around, Zhai Bei was attracted by a slogan, which was posted on the wall against a small bookcase. The slogan read: "The most important thing in news is to tell the truth, not to cater to the public's psychology. "

Song Xiaoping seemed to notice that Zhai Bei was looking at the slogan. He raised his head and pointed at it and asked, "How do you understand this sentence?"

Zhai Bei was a little confused by the sudden question. For her study and work experience, the field of journalism was very unfamiliar, and she had not done any in-depth understanding before the exam.

Knowledge of this aspect is limited to reporters on television news with microphones and cameras on their backs.

Song Xiaoping seemed to see something and said directly: "This is a famous saying of Walter Lippmann, one of the most influential scholars in the history of communication studies."

"Telling the truth is a core value of journalism. In our work, sometimes we are affected by political, economic or other factors, but we must insist on telling the truth. In this case, we need to let the audience know the truth The importance of journalism and the impact it has on society and individuals allows them to truly understand the value of news reporting.”

"If you continue to work in the journalism industry, I hope you will keep this sentence in mind."

After Song Xiaoping said this, he took out two books from the drawer next to him and handed them to Zhai Bei.

Zhai Bei immediately stood up and took it with both hands. He looked at the titles of the books "Ten Basic Principles of Journalism" and "Guide to News Writing".

Song Xiaoping raised his head and seemed to have finished the work in his hands. He looked at Zhai Bei and said, "You must read these two books within a week, and then give me an article about your reading experience."

"Okay, Director Song, I will study hard." Zhai Bei nodded obediently.

"They all call me Brother Song, and so do you. I don't like others calling me director or minister."