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Chapter 170 Award Announcement

"My home is in Baise. I've been working there for a year, and I'm going home with my husband for the Spring Festival. These are toys I bought for my little one; he loves Transformers..."

"Haha, I see. Then I wish you a safe journey home and a reunion with your family. Happy New Year in advance!"

"Thank you, thank you."

At the intersection of the national highway, Li Mu said goodbye to a driver from the large group of motorcyclists again, offered his blessings, and then stepped aside.

According to the traffic police officer interviewed earlier, there are currently three to five thousand motorcycles every day at some national highway entrances from Guangzhou to Guangxi... Li Mu was amazed by this number.

Although when I was in school, teachers would choose important times such as National Day and the Spring Festival travel rush and ask students to do their own research, reporting and interviewing.

Simulating an interview is one thing, but actually reporting it is another.

Especially when you see these people fully armed, with their families in tow, loading all their belongings onto a motorcycle, with an almost pious obsession, determined to return to their hometowns hundreds of kilometers away for the New Year, that expression on their faces.

In his early twenties, he finally understood the true meaning of "going home for the New Year" at this moment.

It felt completely different from when I used to go home and stay during school holidays.

After starting work, he seemed to understand these kinds of things immediately.

"Shall we go?"

Sui Kuan walked over and said:

"Brother Bin has finished interviewing the checkpoint leaders, we can head back now."

"it is good."

Today is January 10th, and the Lunar New Year is just one week away.

The company's annual meeting has also been confirmed and will be held on the 15th.

New Year approached.

Although the newspaper, which had been busy all year, was still conducting busy interviews in the wake of the Spring Festival travel rush, many of them had a sense of "the last dance" in their hearts.

After organizing the materials and saying goodbye to the traffic police officer he had just interviewed, Li Mu got into his Jetta.

Sui Kuan started the car immediately, and Shang Xiaobin, sitting in the passenger seat, after organizing the interview materials, suddenly said:

"Xiao Li, have you received the notification?"

Li Mu was taken aback, then realized what he meant and laughed:

"Received, Brother Bin, number 13."

Sui Kuan was surprised:

"Received a notification? Why didn't I receive one?"

Shang Xiaobin rolled his eyes.

"Theirs received an award notification, yours is a conference invitation; how can they be the same?"

The three people were referring to the awards ceremony of the Southern Media Group.

The annual meetings are held separately by different departments within the group, but this awards ceremony is held together, bringing together people from all departments to participate in the awards ceremony. From an official perspective, this is to encourage other employees to work harder for honors in the new year.

Li Mu received a notification from his workplace yesterday.

Attended the awards ceremony on the 13th.

There are also dress requirements.

He asked Brother Bie, and he learned that the winners would be notified a day in advance, and if all went well, the group would send out a formal invitation to the company today.

"Well... okay, hehe, but I'm still happy for Li Mu."

Hearing Sui Kuan's words, Shang Xiaobin nodded:

"Definitely. After winning this award, at least in terms of the group's honors, Xiao Li's future path will definitely be much easier."

"Was it a big help?"

"certainly."

Although Shang Xiaobin has never won an award, as a veteran who has worked at the company for over a decade, he is quite knowledgeable in this regard:

"Normally, it takes three to five years for a full-time reporter to be promoted to senior reporter. With this award, Xiao Li will become a senior reporter much faster than those who didn't win. Furthermore, his experience will be a priority when it comes to annual awards for outstanding individuals or when he participates in organized events. Even… Xiao Li, have you considered switching to administration later? If you do, you'll be considered a model of excellence from the grassroots level, with rich experience in grassroots work. Your path will be much smoother than others."

Li Mu subconsciously shook his head:

"There are no plans to do that at the moment."

"Well, I was just saying. Administration and editorial work are two different systems after all... but ultimately, winning an award will definitely be a big help."

"Uh-huh."

Li Mu nodded in response.

But actually, Brother Bie knows much more about things than Brother Bin does.

To put it bluntly, this year is also a period of reform for the group.

The fact that Brother Bie suddenly started mentoring newcomers shows that a wave of reform has swept through the entire group, from top to bottom.

For the editorial department, although this reform does not change the nature of the work, in general, promotion now tests ability more than the previous system where promotions were based on years of service.

According to Brother Bie, "at the very least, the materials submitted need to be more complex and detailed than in previous years."

For example, in previous years, when applying for promotion, journalists only needed to submit some well-presented articles, but now the requirement is that they must include all their articles in their reports...

Furthermore, Brother Bie also mentioned that starting next year, it seems the internal journalist titles will also be changed.

But specific details have not yet been released.

However, in order to cope with the ever-changing market, the Southern Media Group, a large conglomerate, inevitably had to keep up with the trends. And every reform, in fact, meant an opportunity.

It all depends on whether we can seize the opportunity.

He recalled these words and gradually fell into deep thought.

And so the topic naturally came to an end without any resolution.

As soon as he returned to the office, Sui Kuan received a notice that all departments should attend the group's awards and commendation meeting on the 13th.

Back at his workstation, while organizing the press release, the fat man peeked out:

"Did the person who called inform you what prize you won?"

"without."

"I'm sure it'll be the grand prize. I heard the grand prize is tens of thousands! Then... hehehe~"

"Why have you suddenly become so sleazy?"

"Get lost! I'm just happy for you, and I want to take advantage of you for free this once in a while!"

"Whoosh!"

Li Mu wrapped his clothes tighter:

"You...you...you scoundrel!"

Sui Kuan was taken aback, and looking at his affected expression, he rolled his eyes.

"Pshaw, I'm gay and I like women. I don't want your body, I only want your money!"

"Damn, you're pretty blunt."

Li Mu was both amused and exasperated, but...

"Thanks for your kind words! If you really win... and get the prize money, I'll treat you to something nice!"

"Just eating?"

"What? You're getting a full-service bath service? Want me to call two?"

"Hehehe..."

"Get lost!"

Seeing the lewd look suddenly appear on Huang's face, Li Mu, who was sworn enemies of gambling and drugs, spat at him in annoyance.

Then I quickly went to write the article.

……

"Wow, really?"

"Really, the top prize... Anyway, Brother Bie said it's definitely a sure thing. He meant for me to set my sights on the provincial prize in April next year, and... the 01 National News Award in August."

"……what?"

On the other end of the phone, the big star who had just returned to Yanjing let out a surprised sound:

"The National Press Award?... What level is that?"

"Hmm... it's like the Oscars, I guess. The Oscars in China... no, that's not quite right. In industry terms, the highest journalism award in the US is called the Pulitzer Prize, which is equivalent to the Oscars. Our domestic awards... Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Awards? Flying Apsaras Awards? Just think of them that way. There are hundreds of thousands of professionals in the field nationwide, and each year's journalism awards are given to the top 10 or 20 people selected from the millions of news stories they've produced."

"……Wow!"

After understanding the significance of this award from her boyfriend, Fan Bingbing became completely interested:

"So what are your chances of winning!?"

"...The nation's?"

"right!"

"How would I know?"

"If you win an award... hahaha, how glorious would that be for me?"

"What are you proud of?"

"I'm your girlfriend! Your glory is my glory!?"

"……ha."

One sentence made Li Mu, who was already sleepy and curled up in bed, burst out laughing.

A warm feeling welled up inside me.

Although these words were spoken casually during a chat, he could still sense the unspoken, mutual affection in them.

That's why it feels warm.

And as soon as one feels warm, one can't help but yawn:

"Ha... um~"

"Tired?"

"...I'm fine. How about you? What are your plans?"

"I'm going to the company's annual meeting tomorrow, and then I'll have a holiday. Didn't I tell you before? I'm going straight back to my hometown to recharge. Sister Zhang introduced me to a few connections in Hong Kong. Next year, before the company starts its new year and all the project plans have started, I'll quickly make some connections and find a few movies to film."

"Going back already?"

"……Um."

After realizing what her boyfriend meant, she responded:

"Aren't you going back too? Hehe, remember this time, tell your aunt and uncle that your girlfriend is Fan Bingbing. She's keeping you! Don't arrange any more blind dates for you!"

"Ha~"

Li Mu chuckled softly again.

Surely not.

He was lying before, but this time he was much more confident.

"Then you should go to sleep. You have an awards ceremony the day after tomorrow. By the way, what time is the awards ceremony?"

"It starts at 9:30 in the morning, plus lunch, and that's about it. I'll be busy for another day on the 14th, and after attending the annual meeting on the 15th, I'll have my vacation."

"Okay, then you should work hard and do your best until the very end."

"Okay, sure."

With a pleasant feeling, I hung up the phone.

Li Mu yawned a few times and drifted off to sleep.

As for Fan Bingbing...

"Xiaomi, book me a flight to Guangzhou for the morning of the 13th. I'm leaving on the 13th, and on the 15th..."

She paused when she got to this part of the text message on her phone.

The number "5" was then deleted and replaced with "16".

"I flew from Guangzhou to Shandong Province on the morning of the 16th."

After sending this message, I quickly received a reply from Xiaomi:

"Okay, sis. I'll let you know after I've booked the tickets."

Fan Bingbing didn't reply, but instead held her phone and revealed a smile with a hint of peach blossom petals.

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