Yunding Ranch

Chapter 89 Windfall
After leaving Wall Street, Lu Li didn't go back to school, but drove straight to the "New York Observer" building.

Compared with the hustle and bustle just now, this place looks a little quiet. After all, this is not the "New York Times" or "New York Post", it's just a small newspaper.

In fact, there is no need for Lu Li to continue writing articles now, or to be more realistic, his ambition to make a career as a reporter has become more and more elusive with his decision to go to Texas. up.But Lu Li still persisted, not for his career, but just for his dream.

Not because of the four years of hard study and pursuit of Xuehai, but because he really likes reporters and likes to use his own words to record the things in life, which may be insignificant trifles or major events that change the course of history. The viewpoints and positions communicate with readers, which may be like-minded resonance, or it may be a dispute of opposing positions.He thought it was a very interesting thing.

Although he has chosen the ranch now, it doesn't mean he needs to give up being a reporter. Even if it's just a hobby, he still wants to keep going.

As he said to Fred last night, in fact, many times, life is not only black and white, right and wrong.Choosing life doesn't mean giving up your dreams, and sticking to your dreams doesn't mean throwing moths into the flames regardless.

The road of life needs to be walked step by step. Only through experience can we know the result, not to learn from other people's experience, or to be arbitrary on paper. Bystanders will always be bystanders and cannot replace the parties or "you". The experience and suggestions can only be used as a reference, because this is the life that belongs to "you", not his or her, but your own, which comes out of your own feet.

Whether he inherited Liz's ranch or discovered the interspatial ring, Lu Li would still forge his own path in life.

Walking into the editorial department, in fact, it is not as enthusiastic as everyone imagined, or people who are rushing to meet the deadline, the editorial department is relatively quiet most of the time, everyone sits at their desks thinking hard, or answering the phone Collecting news clues, and occasionally relaxing and chatting laughter in the pantry, this is the daily life of the media industry.

Only when the "911 incident" occurred, or the real estate bubble caused the financial crisis, the reporters in charge of this area would be busy without touching the ground, and other reporters would involuntarily cast their attention.

Lu Li arrived outside his intern editor's office with ease, but he didn't have an appointment today, so he could only wait quietly outside the office.After waiting for almost half an hour, the office door opened, and a middle-aged woman in an off-white shirt poked her head out, "Fourteen, it's you, come in."

This middle-aged woman is about 1.7 meters tall, with dark brown curly hair tied into a high bun. Her smart and neat attire reveals the shrewdness of a strong woman, but she always has a warm smile on her face, giving people a kind of The comfort of spring breeze.She was Lu Li's former intern editor, Julia Higgins, who was in charge of the society section of the "New York Observer".

Julia walked into the office first, and raised her voice to ask, "How is your life recently? Is everything okay in Texas?"

"It's on track." Lu Li replied simply, "I got some inspiration and wrote an editorial. I thought maybe you could read it. I was going to email it to you, but I just needed to come back to see the professor, so I just Bring it here yourself."

Lu Li knew that Julia was very busy with work, and every conversation was concise and crisp.In essence, this is not much different from Mark's meeting just now.Therefore, Lu Li only went straight to the point.

Julia was obviously very satisfied with this, and sat down first, "Show me, what theme?"

"Culture." Lu Li explained briefly, and handed over the printed document, "The United States, like China, is built on a vast land, and there are bound to be subtle differences in the culture of different regions—in fact, Some of the differences are huge. The cultural differences between the east coast and the west coast are really not small, and the differences in the central region are even more obvious. As a foreigner, I entered into this cultural difference, not only can I feel it more clearly, but also can Seeing something different. So, I think it's a really interesting perspective."

As Julia listened, she was already scanning the article, "New York's youngsters yearn to lose themselves in unfamiliar thrills, while Texas cowboys' rutless pursuit of prey in their own domain makes their parties It presents a completely different appearance. It’s like being in China, attending a party with complete strangers, for most people, this is a thing full of fear.” Julia quickly read this paragraph of the question, He raised his head and said with great interest, "Is this true? I mean, it's scary for you to attend a party thrown by a stranger?"

Lu Li couldn't help laughing, "I think it should be said this way, maybe in big cities like BJ or SH, maybe the younger generation, their thinking is different. But from the perspective of general social values, it is indeed the case."

Julia touched her chin suddenly, showing a look of great interest, "Well, cultural differences. So, do you prefer parties in New York, or in Texas?"

"This is an interesting topic." Lu Li thought for a while, "Actually, I like the craziness of New York parties, you know, really throwing away all constraints and experiencing an exciting adventure; on the other hand, I like the excitement of Texas parties. Cosy, people are always on good terms, and of course conflict is the order of the day after drinking too much. In summary, I would recommend people to enjoy the New York parties, because the Texas style parties are more like throwbacks to me. Home."

Such an interpretation made Julia burst out laughing, "Go home, I like this description." After laughing, Julia lowered her head and continued to read, silent for a while without speaking.

Lu Li was not in a hurry, and sat quietly on his seat, waiting for Julia to browse through.

"What do you think of the election in the United States? There will be another election next year." Julia broke the silence without warning, and said, "Do you think there will be a huge deviation in the choice between New York and Texas?"

Lu Li obviously didn't expect Julia's thinking to jump so fast, but the conditioned reflex was also very fast, "Of course." He blurted out, "I mean, the education level, population composition, and economic strength of the two states are all different. It’s doomed that their choices will be different, isn’t it?”

Julia showed a satisfied smile, "Yes, that's what it means. Like New York, Texas is a very special state in the United States with outstanding comprehensive strength and superior economic status. In addition, culture, education, social Security and so on, there is a big difference in perspective in both regions. It's really interesting if you look at it from a third-party cultural perspective."

Julia flipped through Lu Li's manuscript again, "Let's do this. We now have a column about culture, and different authors will update their articles. I can put this in that column, but you need to shorten it first. Some, this article is too long, please keep it within [-] words." Julia's words were still sloppy, and she made a decision immediately, "After this, you can try to write some interesting topics, and then we will see, Can you continue to put it in this column."

Columnist, which is a very different position than reporter.The duty of a reporter is more to run around on the front line and report news facts; while a columnist is to analyze phenomena, share opinions, and discuss facts. If things go well, columnists will eventually choose to publish books and embark on the road of publishing authors.It can be said that these are two completely different positions, but they both make a living with a pen, and they both work for a newspaper.

Lu Li's mood couldn't help soaring, "No problem, of course no problem."

Julia could also feel Lu Li's excitement, "As for the manuscript fee, how about we read three articles first and then talk about it in detail? For these three articles, we will calculate according to the newspaper's minimum remuneration."

"Three articles." Lu Li nodded vigorously, "That's it!"

"It seems that even if you go to the ranch, your life is still full." Julia teased, "You said before that you wanted to continue to submit articles. I thought it was just a joke."

"Different environments always bring different inspirations, don't they?" Lu Li replied with a smile, "Although the columnist is not a reporter, it's a bit different from my expectation, but it's still a job full of meaning. I I feel like this is a start.”

Julia nodded in agreement, "I have no way to refute this." Then a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "It seems that I also need a vacation, and my inspiration is almost exhausted."

"Are you sure you have time for vacation?" Lu Li and Julia are quite familiar, she is a workaholic, so Lu Li did not try to persuade her to go to the ranch at all - it is impossible, "Or, you Arrive on vacation and continue working?"

"Haha." Julia laughed amusedly, "Everyone's pursuit is different, and this is also part of cultural differences."

"I thought it was part of the difference in views." Lu Li's rhetorical question made Julia smile even brighter.

When he left the law firm, Lu Li felt a sense of relief on his shoulders, all the burdens were completely unloaded; when he left the newspaper office building, Lu Li felt a sense of heaviness on his shoulders, as the weight of heavy tasks weighed down a bit.But whether it's the former or the latter, Lu Li can really feel the joy in his heart.

Although he doesn't know where the end of this column will go, he did gain an opportunity to continue to stick to his dream and realize his dream. The beauty of dream reflected in reality is gradually becoming reality.

Raising his head, he looked at the familiar sunlight above his head—thin and cold, piercing through the clouds, and falling down in the steel forest. He could barely feel the warmth, but he liked it very much. It was bright and dazzling, and he stretched out his hand like the sun It's like dancing in the palm of your hand.

(End of this chapter)