Su Xiangdong is a reporter from a southeastern newspaper, also known as an editor in the industry.
These days, both information and physical objects are developing online. Many things offline, no matter how prosperous they were in the past, seem to have been turned into "twilight industries" within a few years and have begun to survive.
Life is just waiting for the day when it will be completely swept into the trash heap.
The cultural information industry is the first to be affected.
Publishing houses are not easy to work with, magazines are not easy to work with, and newspapers are not easy to work with.
People outside the industry may just accidentally discover that a familiar face they have seen for many years is missing when approaching a newsstand. Then they ask a certain magazine that they have bought before and think it is good, and then get the reply from the newsstand owner: "Oh.
, that one has been discontinued a long time ago."
Then get another one!
It's innocuous, and it won't affect your life.
At most, some people who once loved a certain magazine will feel uncomfortable and regret it for a while, but they will soon find a replacement, or transfer their previous interest, and then gradually forget about what has been with them for several years.
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But for people in the industry, it is really miserable. In this industry chain that has been hit to pieces, not to mention job reassignments and layoffs time and time again, salaries have almost only dropped but never been raised.
Comparing it with the rising prices of everything, it’s so embarrassing!
What impressed Su Xiangdong the most was the price of salt.
When he entered the newspaper office, the local price of salt was one yuan twenty-one bag, but now it is three yuan five one bag!
"When we can no longer afford salt in the future, we will learn from people in some ancient places and replace salt with spicy food. I happen to like spicy millet, so I have decided to eat a steamed bun and one spicy millet. Don't be too happy!
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"Yes, I promise you it will be great. When the grass on your grave is three feet high, I will go and pay homage to you. Why are we colleagues?"
"I'm so sorry, I feel sorry for each other. My beloved wife told me a few days ago that our family can no longer afford watermelon. It used to cost five yuan a watermelon, but now the same watermelon costs fifty yuan a piece! It's not as delicious as before.
.In the past summer, I would eat one watermelon a day, but now I can only eat one watermelon a week. Alas, the water is in dire straits, and it seems like I have returned to the old society."
"Little comrade, your thinking is wrong. As long as your thinking does not slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties. In the old society, how could you have a watermelon a week? You are thinking too much. If your boss hears this, tsk, you will be on the job transfer list.
The first place is you!"
"Just adjust it, no one is afraid of who. I write these boring things every day and revise them three times and five times. I think delivering newspapers is better than this."
"It's really not your turn to deliver newspapers. That position belongs to our boss's brother-in-law."
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This was the content of a chat between Su Xiangdong and several colleagues.
In fact, no one in the entire newspaper office, from the boss, to the editor-in-chief, to the editors and their content editing staff, has an easy life.
The boss is worried about the survival and development of the newspaper. Resisting or catering to the Internet trend is enough to make him exhausted. The editor-in-chief is worried about the content orientation. In recent years, people's tastes have become more and more strange. People born in the 1960s and 1970s
The tastes of people born in the 1980s, 1990s and 00s are almost completely different. With the development and differentiation of the economy, people at different economic levels have naturally very different tastes.
"The local religious office plans to cooperate with the Senior Culture Center to hold a folk appreciation event of 'tradition and modernity, religion and popularity'. This newspaper is also one of the partners, and I need you to come up with something."
A few days ago, the editor-in-chief said to them
In view of the considerable funding for this sponsorship, the newspaper also showed considerable sincerity and sent their editors and editors to various parts of the country to find the needed first-hand materials.
Northeast China, North China, Northwest, Southeast, South, Southwest, um, there is also Central China, seven major regions across the country. They adhere to the principle of fairness and justice and draw lots, so when fighting landlords, landlords always explode from beginning to end, and they always encounter pig teammates to give them strength.
When playing mahjong, Comrade Su Xiangdong, who always had three families fighting for one game while the other family had one to himself, was drawn to the northwest area without any surprise.
"I knew it was so!"
Su Xiangdong, who had been beaten down by God and had no spirit of resistance, readily bought a plane ticket and flew from the southeast to the northwest.
It's not a peak season or a popular area. Discounted air tickets are only slightly more expensive than hard seats. As for high-speed rail, it's definitely a no-brainer. Even if the newspaper office is demolished, it's impossible to pay for it.
After getting off the plane and taking a green bicycle, getting off the green bicycle and taking a bus, getting off the bus and riding a three-wheeler, and getting off the three-wheeler and riding a shared bicycle, Su Xiangdong traveled to various selected locations.
There is one good thing about these front-line editors, that is, their bodies have been trained to be very good, and they are definitely worthy of the party, the people, and their wives. The only person they can be sorry for may be themselves.
Therefore, when they came to Kailash through nine and eighteen turns, Su Xiangdong felt like he had a cold, whether it was due to altitude sickness or something else.
I feel dizzy and have a headache, as if my head has been pinched by a door. I feel weak all over and can't lift up any energy.
It is a lie to say that it hurts to death, but it is definitely not discounted if it says that it hurts to death, so Su Xiangdong decided to take a day off here and wait for his physical condition to improve slightly before working again.
Of course, a short break cannot be a full break.
If people don't move, machines can't move.
Su Xiangdong set up the camera, faced the mountain road, and turned on the automatic camera. He himself, like a wandering beggar disciple, huddled under the camera without any image.
Decent?
Doesn't exist.
Being able to pretend to be a human being, being able to pretend to be a ghost, being able to join a gang of beggars, and being able to walk into the city hall, these are the basic qualities of an editor. No one is allowed to give me face when I shouldn’t be asking for it!
Lying there like a zombie, Su Xiangdong faced the direction of Mount Kailash. He lay there for more than an hour.
I feel sleepy, but I really can't sleep.
Just when he was bored, Su Xiangdong's eyes that seemed to be open and closed suddenly widened, and he sat up suddenly, almost knocking over the camera. He was lying in a big trough, what was that?
Aliens come to earth?
A big glowing marshmallow appeared on the top of a mountain in the distance. It definitely appeared suddenly! Then, just when Su Xiangdong was extremely stunned, the big marshmallow suddenly spread out and scattered into thousands of strands.
Threads of continuous light burst out in all directions from where the big marshmallow was.
The process seems long, but in fact it only takes a few seconds.
By the time Su Xiangdong came to his senses, the explosion had ended, all the light had disappeared, and the originally bright sky with the sun seemed to have become a bit dimmer.
It seems that as the light fades, the whole world becomes eclipsed.
but……
Su Xiangdong's body felt warm.
Just now, his body was illuminated by the light, but now, his whole body seemed to be soaked in a hot spring.
The dizziness, headache, and general weakness were disappearing at an extremely fast speed. Su Xiangdong could even smell the smell of soil and grass around him. It was very clear, as if he was walking on a small road in the countryside after a heavy rain.
Same on the road.
What is that?
Su Xiangdong jumped up from the ground, stretched out his arms, shook his legs, twisted his waist and turned his butt, confirming that it was not an illusion. His physical condition had indeed improved completely in an instant!
Is that...the Holy Light?
I have been working on this topic these days. At this moment, Su Xiangdong's mind immediately flashed a word, "Buddha's light shines everywhere."
Su Xiangdong's little heart was pounding.
"That's right, camera!"
"I recorded it!"
Quite possibly, this is the only record of the scene!
Got rich.
No, I want to become rich.
Being sensitive as a reporter, Su Xiangdong suddenly put aside the changes in his body. He held the camera and sprinted a hundred meters towards the hotel without even having time to put away the tripod.
He wanted to make sure that the camera captured it or not!
If it is captured, it means that the bar of the Qing Eighteen Arhats is opened, and it will fly into the sky instantly. If it is not captured, it means that when T opens the bar, someone else's bar of the Qing Eighteen Arhats is fired.
It is completely the difference between heaven and hell.
Damn it, you've tricked me so many times, and I haven't even bothered with you. Can you give me some strength this time?
Amitabha!
Bodhisattva bless you!
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