"Mr. Fang, do you have any concerns?" Long Gang asked after thinking about it. The original plan was to interview Fang Zhe, but here he led him into trouble. Long Gang felt that it was necessary to find out.
"I just think that those laid-off or unemployed workers need encouragement, not gloomy sympathy. After all, they have experienced enough gloom in real life. Putting their hopes on investors will do a good job for them.
It's too far away. If reporters' reports can give those people hope, even if it's just a few, it's worth doing."
Longgang was silent again, and Fang Zhe said it politely, using the word "gloom" instead of despair. As a reporter, with smooth news channels, Longgang knew that for a considerable number of laid-off workers, what they experienced was not just
It's gloomy and hopeless.
"Let's do this. The interviews will be mainly interviews with laid-off and re-employed workers, supplemented by Mr. Fang's exclusive interview, okay?" Long Gang made changes, and Fang Zhe showed a satisfied smile: "Thank you, reporter Long, you are a competent journalist.
worker."
Longgang struck while the iron was hot: "Let me interview you first. Can you tell me about your personal experience?"
Fang Zhe's expression froze for a moment, and then he smiled under Long Gang's worried gaze: "Okay."
Long Gang took out a small tape recorder and put it aside, pressed the record button and made a gesture.
"Ever since I can remember, my parents have always been quarreling. When I was ten years old, my parents divorced. My mother left her hometown and went to the far south to start a new life. At first, I was always worried, always feeling that one day my father would leave me.
And go. One day a little classmate laughed at me and said that I had a stepmother that day and would be kicked out to beg for food.
I didn't argue with him, but gave him a slap in the face. My father had a bad temper and never reasoned with me. He did something he thought was wrong, and the only result was a beating. That time he was beaten
It was so miserable that I can no longer remember it. My grandma told me that not a single piece of skin on my body was good. By the way, my father liked to beat me with a belt.
I didn't cry when I was beaten. This is what my father told me later. I was ten years old that year. That year I told myself that I must not go begging for food, and I must not become the object of ridicule by my classmates and peers. I was very
I studied hard and my grades were always among the best. Before the holidays, I asked the uncle downstairs to help me make a box. I sold popsicles during the summer vacation and melon seeds during the winter vacation..."
Fang Zhe merged the two life experiences and told them calmly. Long Gang was secretly shocked as he listened. Fang Zhe was like a bystander, telling other people's stories. At this moment, Fang Zhe was unwavering in his ancient well.
"I heard others say that collecting stamps can make money, so I stupidly went to the post office to buy stamps and bought ten sets of monkey stamps in one go. Later I found out that these were stamps that had been backlogged at the post office for a long time. Fortunately, these monkey stamps later increased...
….I like reading books. When I was in college, I went to the library every day and learned about the outside world through books….”
"The news about the great man's southern tour came out. I think there will be opportunities to make money during this period. It depends on whether I can seize it..."
"Vice President Wu's daughter is my college classmate. By chance,... What I want to say is that Vice President Wu moved me, or the spirit of their generation moved me. I don't want to accept the assignment.
, if you want to do something in business, what should you do? So there is the current Yuanda Company..."
Fang Zhe spoke very calmly, but Long Gang was extremely shocked when he heard it. Thinking about it from his perspective, if he were Fang Zhe, would he still be able to successfully finish his studies and be admitted to Songjiang University? To put it harshly, he is not falling apart.
It is rare to sink in the midst of it.
It took less than twenty minutes for Fang Zhe to explain his two lifetime experiences in a very organized manner.
When there was a pause, Fang Zhe took out a cigarette and said, "Sorry, I need to smoke one." After saying that, Fang Zhe walked out of the office and stood in the corridor to smoke. Long Gang actually smoked too, but he held it back just now because Fang Zhe never smoked.
Smoking. Now Fang Zhe actually went out to smoke, this is his office. Long Gang's evaluation of Fang Zhe has improved a bit.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to open the wound, and I didn't expect Mr. Fang's experience to be so heavy." Long Gang stood next to Fang Zhe, smoking a cigarette and said calmly. He knew that he didn't need to be particularly solemn, Fang Zhe said calmly.
It would be great if Zhe could understand what he meant.
"It's all over. Since we haven't been defeated by suffering, we should run towards a better life."
"Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming! Is this what you mean?"
"No, no, no, I am not Haizi's kind of person. What Haizi loves is the world in his imagination, so he is desperate."
"Poets always live in their own world. It is because of this that words that touch the heart are born."
"I am a layman, and I prefer the full-featured feeling in real life. Since I was ten years old, I have no illusions."
Long Gang had no intention of continuing. What Fang Zhe said just now, "I haven't had any illusions since I was ten years old," was too heavy. It was so heavy that Long Gang's breathing stopped for a moment. Now Long Gang seemed to understand why Fang Zhe
I hope his interviews and reports can be the kind of content that brings hope.
"We are all ordinary people, spending every day in our own busy life. Occasionally in the dead of night, we will secretly open the door of our hearts. Like a voyeur, we quickly take a look at the beauty hidden in our hearts. When we wake up the next day
Come on, keep running around wearing a mask, this is life."
What Fang Zhe didn't expect was that Long Gang would say this. Is this considered a close conversation?
Fang Zhe gave a thumbs up: "As expected of a great reporter, he was able to make this passage so profound."
Long Gang laughed loudly and threw away the cigarette butt: "Okay, let's continue the interview. Please call Mr. Fang."
Wu Longbin was called. He was the second target to be interviewed, and Li Jun was the third...
It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when I saw Long Gang off, and I might still be able to catch up with today's evening newspaper.
Bai Li finally had the opportunity to appear in Fang Zhe's office: "You are not a generous person, so let's just forget about the matter between Su Jian and Master Feng?" Fang Zhe didn't answer in a hurry, looking at the door that was closed.
Then he smiled and said, "How is that possible? Go and call Wang Xiaoliu. He should be back."
Bai Li went out, and Wang Xiaoliu was brought in after a while. After Fang Zhe motioned Bai Li to go out, he stood up and looked at Wang Xiaoliu and said, "How are you? Do you feel stupid?"
Wang Xiaoliu nodded vigorously: "Yes, you are so stupid that it is so embarrassing."
Fang Zhe showed a satanic smile: "Do you want to take revenge on him?"
This time Wang Xiaoliu didn't speak, but nodded vigorously. Fang Zhe smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, you can still be saved."
"If there is, you must forget it after you leave this door, is that okay?"