Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 46 Basic Practice of Media People

"Tiantian, have you finished the phone interview for the micro-novel competition? Lisa is asking for it."

In an office building in Chaoyang District, northern Beijing, Li Tiantian quickly responded, "Isn't the deadline tomorrow?"

"Lisa, you know, it's changed to today. It has to be updated on the website at midnight."

The intern reporter from Xinglang, who was wearing round glasses and had a pretty face, was a little panicked. As one of the most famous companies of the time, Xinglang's interns faced considerable competition and job opportunities were hard to come by.

It’s not easy to find a job with a Chinese major.

In fact, the post-contest interview of the "Micro Novel Contest" is just a very minor job, otherwise it would not be handed over to an intern to handle, but those who have worked in the job know it.
Doing small things well is of no use.

If you mess up a small matter, you will be shot.

She quickly opened the email, and fortunately the "little deer" she had contacted before replied to her, but required that she must contact him after 9 o'clock in the evening.

Li Tiantian pushed her glasses. Nine o'clock was too late. Even if she was willing to work overtime, she couldn't meet Lisa's requirements.

I looked at the time. It was seven o'clock, which was after get off work in most parts of the country. I decided to try calling in advance.

Li Tiantian tentatively entered the mobile phone number and dialed it.

She herself was also quite interested in this author. His micro-novel was rich in meaning, elegant in expression, concise but profound, and received unanimous high votes from both the public and expert judges.

It can almost be said to be the first in the fault.

He remembered that one of the professional judges, a teacher from the Chinese Department of Peking University, had specifically asked them whether the article was written by a professional writer. To be precise, the article could be called a "micro-novel" or, if put another way, an excellent "poetry."

At that time, I watched it over and over again, and even after it was announced, I decisively cut out a passage and made it the background of my mobile phone.

"The setting sun sinks into the orange sea, and the evening breeze falls into the city forest."

The phone shows that it is connecting
The phone was cut off before it even started to beep.

Li Tiantian looked at her phone in confusion. It was too fast. Rather than the other party hanging up, it was more like a problem with no signal.

So he called again.

The result is still the same.

I called for the third time and someone finally answered.

"Are you sick? Who is it?"

Li Tiantian quickly asked, "Hello, are you the teacher of Bed Explorer?"

"Call me later. I'm in evening study."

The phone was hung up again.

Li Tiantian held up her phone, thinking she had heard it wrong.
What did the other party say? Evening self-study?
Did you hear it wrong? Are you kidding yourself?
After two hours of agonizing wait, Li Tiantian sorted out the questions she was going to ask, made a bowl of noodles in the tea room, and clipped up her oily bangs. The time finally came to nine o'clock.

The phone was called again, and this time it took a long time to be picked up.

"Hello, are you the 'Bed Explorer' teacher? I'm Sina reporter Tina."

"speak Mandarin."

"Uh, I'm Xinglang reporter Li Tiantian."

"Didn't I say I'd call you after nine?"

The voice on the other end was very young, so young that Li Tiantian was a little surprised: "I'm sorry, but the deadline is tonight. Are you available for an interview now?"

A young voice said on the other end of the phone, "I'm on my way home from school. It'll be ok if I can take about ten minutes."

So you are a student? You are really talented! Can you write something like this at this age?

If it's a college student, it's fine. If it's a high school student,
Li Tiantian immediately noticed the three elements of news.

Shocked! Shocked! Shocked again!

Not to mention the follow-up of an event, this kind of news has the potential to be posted on the main site of the Xinglang portal, which would be a big plus for an intern reporter.

Li Tiantian's pen tip was erected, and she immediately began to dig into the story behind it. "Since this is our first communication, could you briefly introduce your basic situation? Name, occupation, etc."

"Forget about my name. I'll just use a pen name. Professional student."

"Are you a college student?"

"High school student."

Li Tiantian was excited and immediately started to dig into the story behind it!

"May I ask what made you pay attention to the 'Micro Novel Contest'?"

"I didn't pay attention to it. My friend contributed it for me."

“Do you have a hobby of writing?”

"No, I write essays occasionally."

The call was brief. The high school student did not seem nervous at all when being questioned by a reporter, and he bluffed through some leading questions.

Especially after the other party heard that the matter of "transferring money" was not Li Tiantian's responsibility, his interest in chatting was visibly reduced.

After just over ten minutes, the high school boy said he had arrived home and ended the interview.

But Li Tiantian still got a lot of information, and started writing after reasonable "polishing".

In this era, "news" is no longer a serious thing. It is just a vehicle to attract public attention.

"A young boy from a small county in a poor province can write thought-provoking articles. Has the education method buried the genius?"

"A high school student with mediocre grades has been praised and recognized by a professor of the Chinese Department of Beijing University. How many geniuses are there like him? Why didn't the school teachers notice this rising star?"

Who would read news if it was plain and straightforward? Otherwise, what are journalists and media for?
"Average grades" was her guess, and "recognized by Peking University's Chinese language" was just a question she asked.

"Buried by education". Isn't this basic?

As long as a young person has achieved something, it would be right to lead him in this direction.

Li Tiantian didn't think she did anything wrong.

The crackling sound of the keyboard stopped. Li Tiantian took a look and was very satisfied, but always felt that something was missing.

Finally, Fu Linxin added: "Will he become the second 'Han Han'?"

Then the title was changed to: "A small town boy becomes the champion of the micro-novel competition, another buried Han Han-style genius?"

Perfect! This tastes so good!
Textbook-level media techniques!

Then add a life photo sent by "Little Deer".

As for the "life photos" in the accompanying pictures, they were taken casually by Zhai Da and Lu Siwen on the way to school. Only Lu Siwen's N96 could take photos with decent clarity.

Because Zhai Da didn't care at all, he just asked Lu Siwen to take a picture of his back on the way to school.

He was ordinary, not handsome at all, and his face was not shown.

But combined with Li Tiantian's writing, it creates a sense of "desolation".

It seems like a young man with talent but not understood by the world.

The more ordinary the photo, the more contrast there would be if it was combined with the exaggerated description in the text, wouldn’t it?
Because Li Tiantian's writing was very fluent, the press release was soon sent to Lisa for review.

The news department itself is very particular about "rushing time", so even though it was very late, the news passed several levels and successfully appeared on the website amid Li Tiantian's excitement.

And it is the homepage of the portal! It has obtained an excellent position!
As for how long you can stay here, it depends on the number of clicks and feedback, but for interns, this is undoubtedly a huge plus.

Li Tiantian was so excited that she couldn't fall asleep in bed, and her little hands were shaking all night.

　If you invest and I invest, the book will be published tomorrow.

　　You chase, I chase, and readers are chased every day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)