After wearing the book, I made the villains cry

Chapter 177: Both True and False (49)

A young reporter who has just joined the job and wants to make a difference, took a picture of the scene where Hutou was arguing with them, and wrote a report with more details

"Editor-in-chief, please take a look at the photos I took yesterday."

"Why are you still here? Didn't I tell you yesterday not to come to work today? Be sober, you've been fired. Our company doesn't need you like this, and you can't write or find hot spots. A reporter who makes interviewers run away in anger."

"No, editor-in-chief, this time I really found out something. Editor-in-chief, just take a look, just take a look. If this material is not good, then I will leave immediately and disappear in front of your eyes."

The middle-aged woman called the editor-in-chief impatiently took the folder from the hand of the young reporter Teng Yue.Take it in your hand and weigh it:

"Still heavy? It's bulging, what is this?"

Tengyue showed a mysterious smile:
"The hottest topic today: Zhen's Group."

The editor-in-chief looked at him suspiciously: "Can you find Zhen's material? You deserve it too? It's material that even the most senior reporters in our editorial department can't find."

"I'm lucky, editor-in-chief, take a quick look and see if it's something crazy."

The editor-in-chief pointed to Teng Yue's face with the tail of the file bag:
"This is the last chance. If it doesn't work, you leave immediately, understand?"

"I understand, I understand."

Teng Yue respectfully sent the editor-in-chief back to her boss chair, flattering him: "Editor-in-chief, I'll make you a cup of tea, take your time."

In the file bag was a stack of photographs and a typed press release.

At first glance, this photo was taken at a distance. The faces of the characters in it are somewhat unclear, but the general physical characteristics can still be seen.

The editor-in-chief of this self-media is a middle-aged woman in her 30s. She is unmarried. After graduating from university, she has devoted herself to work. She wears famous brands, red lips, long curly hair, and is graceful.

The young reporter Teng Yue came to her company to apply for a job as a reporter and writer. When he was studying media, he had been reading this self-media article, and he had long longed for the editor-in-chief.

But I didn't expect that the workplace life after joining the company was not smooth. Five employees came in during the same period, and the other four signed the official contract as a full-time employee a week ago. Only he was on the verge of being fired.

In order to be able to find materials that would keep him in his favorite unit, Tengyue has been looking for eye-catching events in the past few days. He was on the way to find an interviewer, and he happened to drive by the western suburbs. Looking at the three behemoths on the flat ground, out of the reporter's intuition, he found a place to park the car, found a good angle, and took all the wonderful photos of the scene.

In terms of taking pictures, he is indeed an excellent reporter.

The photos he took were all moments of the most dramatic conflict.

If the photos he took were lined up, it would be a great story slideshow.

Seeing the first photo, the editor's eyes became different:

In the photo, a man dressed in black with a huge lion's head painted on his arm is grabbing a teenage boy by the collar and punching him. At the boy's feet is a girl about five years old. , holding his leg and crying, his little face squeezed into a ball.

This is a very dynamic and tense photo!
The editor-in-chief immediately thought that this photo could be used as the first picture of the cover if it was published.

Then her heart moved, she raised her head and asked, "You said this man belongs to the Zhen family?"

"Strictly speaking, it's not Zhen's, but I heard it was hired by Zhen Jing. There are friends I know in this company. I confirmed it with my friend several times. She said that this man is an employee of their company, and it is Zhen Jing. Name him to settle these matters."

"Oh~ interesting. Interesting."

Seeing that the editor-in-chief was relieved, Ten Yue pulled up a chair and sat across from the editor-in-chief's desk.

Hearing the movement of him pulling the chair, the editor-in-chief raised his eyes from the photos and documents, stared at him complicatedly, then Teng Yue pushed the chair back wittily, and still stood respectfully bent over.

The editor-in-chief took out all the photos, arranged them in a row in order, and admired them carefully.

She looked at it for a while, then asked again:

"Do you know what's going on here?"

"I wrote it all in the manuscript."

The editor-in-chief stared:
"My time is very precious. Do you want me to read your masterpiece carefully? Or you should leave quickly. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here."

Tengyue hurriedly said: "Don't, don't, editor-in-chief, let me explain to you what happened at that time."

Teng Yue told what he saw in a few words.

The editor-in-chief leaned on his chin with one hand, meditating:

"That is to say, the matter was resolved in the end?"

"It's almost resolved."

"This boy, under the persuasion of this 'Mediterranean' old man, accepted Zhen's conditions?"

"Yes. Although I was standing far away, the windows and doors of their house were open, and it was on the first floor, so I could hear it clearly, and the photos I took were very clear."

The editor-in-chief put away the photos one by one and said:
"The story...is a good one. But the ending is not good enough."

Teng Yue asked carefully:

"Master Editor-in-Chief, what do you mean the ending is not good enough?"

The editor-in-chief stood up and shook his hair:
"That is to say, people nowadays, who consume our fast-food articles, don't like happy endings."

"But...almost all good stories have a happy ending."

The editor-in-chief waved his hand:
"That model is outdated. Now if you want people to think that your story is good, it must come to an O'Henry-style ending-unexpected! To subvert everyone's guess."

Tengyue muttered, "Editor-in-Chief, I don't understand."

The editor-in-chief walked back and forth on the ground, faster and faster.

Teng Yue knew that she was having fun, enjoying the brain-burning fun.

So I sat upright, waiting for the idol's guidance:
"Look, the first few photos you took, they're all very dramatic, aren't they? Until this photo, the guy in the Mediterranean, separating the boy from the guy in black, it's all up to here. A good story. It's about a poor teenager who does a brave act to protect his grandparents, sister, and this poor house, but he's outnumbered and will soon face harm."

Teng Yue quickly recorded the editor-in-chief's inspiration.

The editor-in-chief continued: "You said that in the end, they finally reached an agreement, signed the agreement, the man in black left, and the boy's family was compensated. But we don't write that."

The editor-in-chief went back to his desk, with his hands propped on the table, his long hair hanging down:

"We're going to write that in the end, they couldn't come to an agreement, they tore up the agreement, and the boy suffered very significant injuries."

Teng Yue asked stupidly:
"Editor-in-chief, why did you write it like this? Isn't this...a lie? It's not the truth."

The editor-in-chief has light in his eyes:
"Silly boy! There is such a good material! What facts do we want! We want click-through rates!"

(End of this chapter)