Indulge in Life in America

"Then what do you think of Elsa? Putting aside personal emotional factors, speak objectively?"

Liu Yun thought for a while, "She is a genius in the field of fashion design. She was recognized by Mr. Lagerfeld as soon as she debuted, and she was very ambitious. She wanted to create a luxury brand that surpassed several major companies. But so far, the plan still stays. On paper."

He paused, "You haven't said it yet? Why do you suddenly think of asking Elsa?"

Yang Cheng didn’t conceal it, saying truthfully, “My newly established fashion company needs a CEO. I searched for a headhunter, but none of them met the requirements, and those who met the requirements looked down on my small temple. CHO mentioned Elsa as a candidate, so I’m thinking about asking you about the situation."

Liu Yun understood, "If you have a lot of alternatives, Elsa is definitely not your best choice, but if there is no one, you might as well use her. It's an early transition, at least her ability is It has been certified by many brands."

"I understand. I have to think about this carefully. Are you busy? I'm hung up~"

"Wait, there is a Chinese party tonight. Both my dad and I will attend. Are you coming?"

Yang Cheng didn't like this kind of occasion. It was meaningless except to compare with each other. He decisively rejected his mother, "Forget it, I'm not interested."

But Liu Yun still said, "If you have time, you'd better come here. After all, people from all families will participate. If you don't go, you will appear disrespectful."

Yang Cheng frowned, "Isn't it related to the Chinese Light organization?"

Liu Yun helplessly, "Have you guessed it?"

"Do you still have to guess?"

"Okay, you decide for yourself, I mean it's best to come here, even if it's a cutscene after a while, you know we Chinese value face."

"Organized by the Zhao family?"

"Otherwise, who else has such a strong appeal?"

Yang Cheng sighed, "I hate this kind of human relationship the most. Okay, I will go when I have time."

"Well, that's it, get busy~"

Just hanging up the phone, before taking a breath, Su Su came to report and said, "Boss, Mr. Steven Spielberg brought the team to the company to request a meeting."

Yang Cheng frowned instinctively, "Spielberg? Let him come up, wait, do I have an appointment later?"

Susu looked up and recalled for a moment, "There is also a meeting with the management of Toutiao's technical department~"

Yang Cheng weighed it up, "Let's postpone it first, you have time, and if it doesn't work, you can push it. Bring Steven here. Please entertain his men."

"Understand~"

Susu tidied away the coffee cup, Yang Cheng pondered Spielberg's purpose, "Is it for the New York Times project?"

. . .

Soon, Su Su brought up Spielberg, who was dressed in casual clothes.

"Hey, Jason, just come here without an appointment. Didn't disturb your work?"

Yang Cheng smiled and shook hands with him, "No, it's just boring, but you suddenly came here and really gave me a surprise."

Spielberg shrugged slightly. "In fact, I didn't plan to come to New York just to investigate the scene. I wanted to talk to you about the New York Times project by the way, remember?"

Yang Cheng secretly said that it is true, but there is an unconcealed smile on her lips. Being so positive means that Spielberg is very concerned about this project, "Of course, it's only a few days ago, how could I forget it?"

After a pause, he invited him to sit down, "What do you want to know? I will ask the relevant person to come over and introduce it to you personally."

"Thank you, I want to hear about the history of The New York Times, as well as the classic reports in the past, which will help my screenwriting team write the script."

Yang Cheng thought for a while and called Susu in and said, "Go and bring Mr. Spielberg's team, and ask Dean Barquette, the editor-in-chief of the New York Times, to come as fast as possible."

Susu said immediately, "Mr. Barquette is now docking with the Toutiao app on the new layout of online news."

"Great, save time~"

Turning his head to Spielberg, "Wait a moment, Steven, would you like something to drink?"

"I think it's best to have a glass of red wine when listening to the story~"

Yang Cheng laughed, "Good idea~"

When he came back from the wine selection, Dean Barquette had already met with Spielberg’s team. Yang Cheng suggested, “Ladies and gentlemen, why don’t we change positions? There are not enough sofas here~”

Among the people Spielberg brought was a man and a woman, two screenwriters, and a photographer. At this time, they had already taken out the drawing book, and they seemed to be listening and composing the picture.

Yang Cheng secretly praised, he deserves to be the team of the great director, and the division of labor is meticulous.

The crowd came to the salon and sat on several sofas, each with a glass of red wine. Dean Barquette sat in the position of the speaker, his face flushed, he had already learned that the "New York Times" might be adapted When the movie was put on the big screen, he realized that this might be an opportunity for the "New York Times" to take off again. Thinking about it, he was a little excited.

When it comes to professional fields, Spielberg's authority is beyond doubt, and he begins to dominate the conversation.

"Mr. Barquette, you are an old man from The New York Times. Why don't you tell us about the newspaper first? Anything is fine."

"Anything?" Although Barquette is the editor-in-chief and the pen is very sharp, letting him talk, especially a special ‘speech’, still let his head go empty, I don’t know where to start.

The female editor under Spielberg voluntarily reminded, "Why not talk about the news editorial department first? For a newspaper, the editorial department is definitely the core department."

With direction, Dean Barquette knew what to say. After a sip of his wine, he had no time to taste, and cleared his throat and began to say, “From the perspective of an observer, the news editor of The New York Times The Ministry is a strange place:

It is a huge functional house extending from Forty-third Street to Forty-fourth Street, occupying the third floor of the fourteen-story building of The New York Times. The interior is connected by rows of gray metal tables, typewriters and telephones. Get up, hundreds of people are sitting upright with pens, or typing on keyboards, writing, editing or reading the latest terrorist events in the world.

It is no exaggeration to say that almost every five minutes, a disaster report arrives here, such as the riots in Myanmar, the riots in Tanzania, the military changes in a certain country, or a severe earthquake in a certain area.

But what I want to say is that none of this seems to make any impression on the people in this room. It seems that so much bad news has penetrated the atmosphere of this place long ago, so that everyone here has developed immunity to it. "

This is how the editor-in-chief of the "New York Times" described the most "powerful" department of the newspaper-the news editorial department.

If it sounds like an ordinary person, it will definitely feel absurd, but everyone here has been in contact with this industry. They know that Dean Barquette's description is extremely accurate, and that is the truest appearance of a newspaper editorial department.

Dean Barquette shook his wine glass with inexplicable pride on his face, and then said, "The most widely circulated in our editorial department is a medieval fable: A traveler met three stonemasons and asked them separately. 'what are you doing?'

The first one answered, ‘I’m hitting the stone. ’

The second person replied, ‘I’m making a cornerstone. ’

The third person answered, ‘I’m building a church. ’

This is why I stayed. "

Dean Barquette recounted the scene when he first entered the newspaper office without emotion.

At this time, the male screenwriter asked, "Can you tell me what you think of your newspaper editors and reporters?"

Dean Barquette thought for a while, "First of all you have to know that if the news is not reported, it will have no impact.

This is my basic view of the importance of the existence of news media.

On this basis, let me answer your question. In my opinion, most reporters are restless. They are people who like to peek at nasty scenes. They are picky, and they like to look for flaws in various people and places.

For them, what is tempting is not the healthy scenes of daily life, but things such as riots and robberies, national divisions and ship disasters, bankers fleeing to Rio, and burning of nuns.

Glory is their pursuit, grandeur is their passion, and formality is their enemy. "

When Spielberg heard this sentence, he said to the screenwriter excitedly, "Write this sentence down, I will use it in the movie."

Dean Barquette ignored it and continued his own answer, "If there is no intervention from the press, the ZZ family will know that they don’t have to give a speech, civil rights marchers will postpone their march, and alarmists will also cancel their terrible. Prophesied.

Speaking of this ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I must mention my idol, my predecessor, Carl Van Anda. He was the editor-in-chief of the Times at the beginning of the last century. He is not only an excellent newspaperman, but also a A scholar, a mathematics genius.

It was Mr. Fan Anda who promoted the expansion of the "New York Times" interviews on polar expeditions and aerospace industry, laying the foundation for the newspaper's image in the space age.

He was also the first editor to make Einstein's mistakes public. "

Spielberg vaguely felt that Carl Van Anda was a good archetype, and he could use it as a basis to shape the character, so he stopped, "Can you elaborate on this? I mean he used Einstein's Things that make mistakes made public."

Dean Barquey nodded characteristically, "In fact, there is nothing to say. For specific things, I can find reports from that year. The newspaper has archive records. It is probably the case that Van Anda was reviewing a course report on Einstein. My husband discovered that the physicist had made a mistake in an equation."

While he was talking, the screenwriter was tapping the keyboard frantically, and his typing speed was flying fast.