Soon, the pen in Jiang Shan's hand seemed to become smoother and smoother.

It is obviously a completely different image from the hesitation when I first picked up the pen.

"country,"

Following a bang-dong-dong, Chen Peisi's call came from outside the door.

Jiang Shan, who was sitting in front of the window, quickly looked back, and sure enough, the two little guys were sitting up in a daze.

"I'm coming,"

Grabbing a piece of paper on the table, Jiang Shan ran directly to the door.

When passing by the two children who were still sitting on the bed, he warned them quickly:

"Listen to your uncle and aunt for a while."

Xiaoyu and Xiaobai, who were still a little confused, nodded to their third uncle.

As the door lock was unlocked, a smiling Chen Peisi quickly greeted: "Morning!"

"Morning," Jiang Shan said as he walked out: "Help Xiaobai clean up."

"Why are you going so early? Why are you coming here so early in the morning just to be a nanny?"

Chen Peisi, who was originally called to have breakfast by Jiang Shan, was assigned a task by the other party inexplicably.

"I'm going to make a phone call."

"Hey, I asked you if you could..."

Facing Jiang Shan's leaving figure, Chen Peisi wanted to shout a few more words, but when she turned around and saw the two little guys sitting on the bed, she immediately stopped talking.

"Good morning, kids."

"Good morning, Uncle Chen~"

"Come on Xiaobai."

Chen Peisi reached out and picked up one: "Uncle Chen, I'll come over to see you early in the morning."

"Where's Aunt Xiaoqing?" Jiang Xiaoyu, who was putting on his cotton-padded jacket, glanced at the door.

"Aunt Xiaoqing is too lazy. She may just open her eyes like you now!"

Just as he was talking, Liu Xiaoqing pushed open the ajar door and walked in with a sideways glance: "Chen Xiaoer, who are you talking about?"

"Talk about Cao Cao!"

Chen Peisi also looked at her sideways: "Did you just see Jiangshan?"

"I saw it," Liu Xiaoqing helped Xiaoyu turn out the collar of his clothes: "You ran out without even wearing a cotton-padded coat, and you're as cold as a monkey?"

"Why is he going out to make a phone call? Isn't there a phone in this room?"

Shao Bolin arranged a cadre room for Jiangshan.

Apart from the area and furnishings, the biggest difference from the ordinary room is the addition of a telephone.

"I guess," a woman's sensitivity often makes men consciously tighten their belts:

"It must be something shady. Don't even think about it. The telephone in this room can be heard by the switchboard."

"Oh~" Chen Peisi nodded thoughtfully, but the next second: "If you can't speak, don't speak. Look at the description you gave me, why can't I see the light of day?"

Liu Xiaoqing rolled her eyes at him and picked up a small roll of meal tickets tied with a cowhide band from the table.

"Hey, if I say it, your eyes are thieves."

"If you can't speak, don't eat."

"Sister, while that guy from Jiangshan is making that shady phone call, let's go to the cafeteria and give him all the meal tickets!"

"Tsk, tsk, traitor."

Just as the two adults and two children were marching towards the post office canteen next to the guest house, Comrade Jiangshan, who was as cold as a monkey, was making a call to the newspaper office in Pujiang.

"Xiao Ding, please prepare pen and paper first,"

Without any pleasantries, Jiang Shan explained to Ding Lingling on the other end of the phone:

"Do you still remember the tasks I assigned you before we left?"

"Remember," Ding Lingling remembered clearly: "I am going to interview the famous singer Zhu Fengbo."

"Are you ready?"

"Jiang Zhuangzhuang has already made inquiries. Teacher Zhu Fengbo just returned from Yanjing last month. We can leave at any time."

"Then let's get this thing done in the next two days," Jiang Shan looked at the plan in his hand: "Do you know what to ask?"

"You have already written to me, do you still know?"

"Okay," Jiang Shan said quickly, "I'll talk about the rest after I get there in two days."

After hanging up the phone from the advertising department, Jiang Shan quickly called his eldest brother's editor-in-chief.

"The third child," Jiang Hai smiled and leaned on the office chair:

"I'll tell you some good news. Within a few days of the first issue of the "Enter the Campus" column proposed by you, I received a lot of letters from readers. Everyone said they like this column very much."

Although it was expected, Jiang Shan still laughed in response to the boss's voice: "Just in time, I also have good news to tell you."

"Really? The interview with Yanda is over?"

Jiang Hai has long known the purpose of Lao San's trip.

On the application form for a publicly funded business trip handed over by Jiangshan, it was clearly written: "Into the Campus" interview work.

"I haven't gone yet."

"What good news is that?"

"Warmly celebrate that the sales of the stereo music tape "Rose Rose Blooms Everywhere" by my country's famous female singer Zhu Fengbo has exceeded the 100,000 box mark in Hong Kong."

"Huh?" Jiang Hai was a little confused: "What is it? Say it again."

Jiang Shan repeated it clearly again: "Did you hear it clearly this time?"

"Is this the good news you said?" Jiang Hai also thought what it was:

"Didn't you tell me all this? Why did it break through the 100,000 mark? You obviously tried your best to only sell 100,000 tapes."

"Although the matter is still the same," Jiang Shan sniffed, "but if you put it in another way, does it sound different?"

Confusing right and wrong, hiding the beginning and ending, taking things out of context, beautifying the facts, and misleading consumers... are almost every high-quality media person's essential skills.

Although Jiang Shan will not do immoral things, it does not mean that he does not know this skill.

Otherwise, in the new media world of future generations, let alone being the most powerful person, you might just be chewed up by others.

"If I haven't heard you talk about this before," Jiang Hai said, "it sounds a little exciting."

"Brother, I have always had a wish."

Jiang Shan on the other end of the phone suddenly changed his tone, and Jiang Hai, who had been holding the receiver, frowned:

"Third brother, what happened to you? As long as the big brother is here, don't be afraid of anything. As long as the big brother can help, I will be fine."

"Then get your notes quickly."

"Remember what?"

"Warmly celebrate our country's famous female singer Zhu Fengbo..."

"Why is this happening again!"

"Brother, please help me publish a one-sentence piece of news on the homepage."

The short and concise news bulletin on the home page has always been a major feature of Oriental Metropolis Daily.

Compared with the preface, main body, analysis and summary of other newspapers and periodicals, the public expressed that they were not that patient.

"So this is your purpose,"

Jiang Hai looked at the line of text he had written on the paper: "Okay, I will arrange it in a minute."

Regardless of whether it can only sell 100,000 units or set a sales record of 100,000 units, this line of writing on the paper is indeed a piece of recorded news.

"Third brother," Jiang Hai smiled bitterly on the phone: "No matter what, I learned another trick from you."

"Learn from each other, learn from each other," Jiang Shan was so cold that he started to jump: "You can help me publish it as soon as possible. We will talk about the specific reasons after I get back."

Just when Jiang Hai thought he had learned a lesson from Lao San, Jiang Shan once again realized the necessity of having a chief editor.

Not long after, Hu Xiao, who was sitting in the director's office of the translation factory, also received a long-distance call from Jiang Shan.

However, he seemed to have been waiting there for a long time: "How is it? Have you heard about it?"

"Don't worry, boss,"

In fact, there was no need for Jiang Shan to open his mouth. Zhou Yeming from Yanjing TV took the initiative to inform him:

"At 8:30 pm on the 5th of next month, the long-awaited "The Man from the Bottom of the Atlantic" will be released with you."
To be continued...