Zhong Xiaoai copied the poem " How to Let Me Meet You " written by Yang Fan to Hou Shanshan. When she went to work today, she was going to hand it over to the chief editor and let this poem be published in the newspaper.
"Director Zhong, these are the newspaper sales figures for this month.”As soon as Zhong Xiaoai entered the office, a clerk hurriedly handed a document to her.
Zhong Xiaoai took it and looked at it, then frowned and said,""Why did the sales drop so badly?”
Although Zhong Xiaoai was here to get rich, he was in charge of the print media after all. If the sales of the newspaper declined greatly during his tenure, it was inevitable that others would gossip about him.
The clerk smiled bitterly and said," The Internet is becoming more and more popular now. If there's any information, you can just read it online. Who would spend money to buy newspapers? There are fewer and fewer people who order newspapers."”
"There's no need for it to fall so quickly, right? You can go out and collect more exclusive reports, or new things that happen in the city's neighborhood, to attract the interest of the readers. If you insist on reporting on things that are on the Internet, there will definitely not be any sales.”Zhong Xiaoai said.
When the clerk heard this, he said," But all of these things are on TV. What new things can we do? Our reporters only have a pen and a notebook, while TDV's reporters are fully equipped. Even if we go out for an interview, we have to follow behind them. It's only our turn after they're done with the interview.”
Zhong Xiaoai thought so too. With the popularity of the Internet, the demand for newspapers would become smaller and smaller until they would be eliminated in the end. It just so happened that she was in charge of this area. It seemed that it was better for her to transfer out of this place as soon as possible. If she really waited until the newspapers were no longer popular, it would be difficult to transfer to a good unit. At present, she had to slow down the decline of newspaper sales. What fresh information did she have?
Hou Shanshan suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but take out Yang Fan's poem and ask,""What do you think of this poem?”
"What? Director, did you write this yourself? That's great! I didn't expect the director to know how to write modern poetry. It's really rhyming. I think Master, your poetry is much better than those great poets.”Before the clerk could even look at it, he started to flatter her.
Hearing his words, Zhong Xiaoai said with a fake smile,""I didn't write this. Stop flattering me.”
"Eh!" The clerk was a little embarrassed.
" This is a poem written by the popular top scorer of the college entrance examination recently," Zhong Xiaoai said expressionlessly." It's a poem written by the girl he likes." How is this information?"
The clerk's eyes lit up. After all, he was a media publication, so he immediately found the highlight of this information. Therefore, the clerk carefully read the poem again and couldn't help but exclaim,"It's really written well. As expected of the top scorer of the college entrance examination.”
"You think it's good too?" Zhong Xiaoai couldn't help but laugh at this time. Although the staff members were just clerks and didn't have any real titles, they were all admitted with real talent. Not only were they from famous universities, but they were also professional media publishing.
"En! I chose modern poetry in university. Director Zhong, look, this poem uses..." The clerk began to talk about his specialty. Zhong Xiaoai felt a headache and immediately waved her hand."Alright, alright. As for the specifics, just get your subordinates to write a manuscript and publish it in our newspaper office. At the same time, find a few famous poets in society to comment on it.”
"Alright, Director. Don't worry. But Director, does he know that we're publishing this poem? Should she contact him? Pay the royalties?" the clerk asked thoughtfully.
Zhong Xiaoai thought for a moment and said," Then you can contact him. Just say that you got this poem from his classmate. Don't say anything else. You can give him more money. Just give him 300 yuan."”
"Yes, Director."
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