Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

For the next two days, Yi Wu and Yi Shi were temporarily requisitioned by the newspaper.

Gu Mingli assigned the two of them the task of acting as "final reviewers" for newspaper articles.

The reason is simple.

Although Yi Wu and Yi Shi aren't the brightest, they possess a unique and unparalleled core skill:

Write a tattle!

The shadow guards trained by the Control Yuan are natural-born masters of information extraction.

It was only after Gu Mingli became familiar with Xiao Ye that he saw piles of "reports" on the dragon's desk.

The content was written... wow!

Gu Mingli even felt that he was a pervert who harbored ill intentions towards the emperor.

The "secret reports" that these two sent to Xiao Ye every day were all very unique!

It is short, information-dense, vivid, and precisely targets the reader's emotions.

Isn't this a natural template for a press release?

Gu Mingli patted Yi Wu Yi Shi on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"These next two days, you two will be the quality control directors of this newspaper. Every article written by the three editors must first pass your approval."

"There's only one standard: if you two can understand it and find it interesting, the manuscript is acceptable. If you two can't understand it, it's sent back for rewriting."

Yi Wu said coldly, his face expressionless, "This subordinate must go back to protect Miss."

Gu Mingli waved his hand.

"Don't worry. I've transferred Eryi and Er'er over to cover for you for two days."

"Young master,"

Yi Shi scratched his head and raised his hand to ask a question.

"You're asking us to give the manuscripts to the top three reviewers? Will they even be able to listen to them?"

Gu Mingli held up all ten fingers and looked at Yi Shi with great seriousness.

"You must listen! You're more professional at grabbing attention; you need to believe in your abilities."

Thus began the first day of providing guidance.

Following Gu Mingli's requirement that the manuscript be "easy to understand," Song Huaijin and the other two spent a whole morning working on their revised drafts.

Yi Wu sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, took the first copy, and read it word by word.

After a short while, he looked up and asked Song Huaijin expressionlessly.

"It's not good-looking, it's boring."

Song Huaijin: "..."

Yi Shi was flipping through Chen Wangshu's manuscript when he saw half of it and a puzzled look appeared on his face.

"I don't understand, there's nothing interesting about it."

Chen Wangshu blushed and didn't dare to utter a single word in rebuttal.

The most tragic case is Lin Zhixing.

This youngest newly appointed top scholar possesses the most ornate writing style.

After submitting the manuscript, Yi Wu only scanned three lines before putting the paper on the table and looking directly at Lin Zhixing.

"Mr. Lin."

"exist."

"What are you trying to express in your writing?"

Lin Zhixing's face turned pale on the spot.

He was so proud of his talent that he was considered the best among his peers, and even the Emperor privately praised him as "a literary star descended to earth."

As a result, today, the manuscript about the descent of the God of Literature was given a zero score by two shadow guards.

The three editors returned to their desks, looking dejected.

The room was filled with a sense of despondency and isolation.

Lin Zhixing lay slumped on the table, forehead pressed against the manuscript, feigning death. Song Huaijin stared blankly at the tea leaves in his cup. Chen Wangshu sat facing the wall, reflecting on himself.

After finishing his work at the Ministry of Works, Gu Mingli immediately rushed back to check on the "teaching progress".

Upon entering the back office room, they found Yi Wu Yi Shi sitting on the veranda drinking tea.

The room was quiet.

"What's going on?"

He asked Yiwu Yishi in a low voice.

Yi Wu Yi stood up and bowed.

Yi Shi scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Young master, they just don't get it."

"It's okay, there's still time."

Gu Mingli had anticipated this and was not surprised at all.

After all, I had talked for a long time last night until my throat was dry, and then I looked at the three chief editors and a bunch of editors in the editorial department.

Each of them had clear, yet blank and empty eyes.

Clearly, they didn't understand.

That's why I brought Yi Wu and Yi Shi here to personally instruct them and the others.

But judging from the current situation, it seems that no one has grasped the key points.

"Okay. I'll go check on them."

Gu Mingli strolled over to the editorial office.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he could already see the state of the three people inside before even entering the house.

Gu Mingli laughed and said, "Oh ho, what's going on here? Are you all meditating and cultivating immortality?"

Song Huaijin gave a wry smile, his voice hoarse.

"Young Master Gu, we have studied for over ten years. Only today do we realize... how difficult it is to gain the support of the people."

Gu Mingli burst out laughing.

"Don't be discouraged! It's actually not that difficult. It's just that your talents are too advanced, and your perspectives on things are not on the same wavelength as ordinary people."

"What we need to do now is to turn down your channel so that people on the street can grasp your emotional point with just one sentence."

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere."

Gu Mingli did not let the three of them continue writing in silence.

He led the three editors out of the newspaper office, turned two corners, and entered the busiest teahouse in the east of the city.

"sit."

Gu Mingli sat down in a corner seat and ordered four bowls of coarse tea.

"I don't write articles at noon; I attend classes."

The three editors sat upright, their expressions solemn.

On the stage, an old storyteller with a face full of wrinkles held a folding fan and slammed his gavel.

"Snapped!"

"Ladies and gentlemen! Today, I, an old man, will tell you a story: A poor scholar angrily beats up a bully, and a clever wife outwits a cunning official!"

As soon as he said that, the tea drinkers below cheered in unison.

"Okay! Give us a segment!"

The storyteller unfurled his fan and began his narration with great emotion.

The language is all plain and simple.

The plot is full of twists and turns.

At crucial moments, the storyteller would either slam his hand on the table or pause to take a sip of tea, keeping everyone on the edge of their seats.

The three of them listened quietly from beginning to end, then looked at each other in bewilderment.

Gu Mingli lowered his voice and gave instructions to the three of them.

"This is called 'grabbing the news head.' The points of conflict, emotional resonance, and social concern in an event must be clearly and powerfully extracted, and the angle of the report must be able to spark public discussion and play a role in guiding public opinion."

Back at the newspaper office, the three of them sat down and rewrote the article without saying a word.

This time, I carefully considered every word, repeatedly deleting those flowery phrases and changing them into short sentences that I could easily pronounce.

Two hours later, three new manuscripts were nervously handed to Yi Wu and Yi Shi.

Yi Wu and Yi Shi got together and read through each article.

Yi Shi nodded, and Yi Wu nodded as well.

Yi Shi raised his head and grinned.

"Congratulations to the three of you, you've passed the test."

The three exchanged surprised glances, then bowed to Yi Wu and Yi Shi in unison.

"Thank you for your guidance, sirs."

That evening, the front-page headline of the Da Yong Min Bao was finalized, and the subsequent content was processed overnight.

Meanwhile, in another room of the newspaper office.

Yi Shi was sitting cross-legged on the futon, staring at Gu Mingli with shining eyes.

Gu Mingli was holding a teacup and telling him a story.

"In a certain noble family in the capital, there lived a young lady who had gone missing years ago, but was eventually found and brought back to life."

"But guess what? When she returned to the manor, there was already a 'fake heiress' there."

"That fake heiress grew up in the Marquis's mansion, pampered by her parents. She never wanted anything, and no one in the entire mansion would let her suffer any injustice."

Yi Shi's pupils dilated: "And then?!"

"After the real heiress returned, she felt out of place everywhere. She didn't understand the rules, wasn't familiar with people, and even her way of serving tea was ridiculed."

"The fake heiress is gentle and proper, and everyone praises her for her tact and grace. But no one sees the real heiress's grievances."

Yi Shi clenched her handkerchief tightly: "That's too much!"

Gu Mingli continued his story with a smile.

One day, the fake heiress "accidentally" broke a jade cup bestowed by the emperor, and looked at the real heiress with tears in her eyes. Everyone believed that the real heiress had done it. In a fit of rage, the Marquis banished his own flesh and blood from the family.

Yi Shi gasped, "What about the real heiress?"

"The true heiress didn't cry. She just turned and walked into the snowstorm without looking back. Later, she became famous in the martial arts world for her skills and lived a much more comfortable life than she did in the Marquis's mansion."

Yi Shi slapped his thigh.

"Great story! Young master, I can write this!"

Gu Mingli smiled and raised his finger, waving it.

"Don't rush. Your task is to expand these few sentences of mine into a long serialized story."

"Publish a short excerpt in each issue of the newspaper to whet the readers' appetites. Make them want to read the next installment and wish they could follow it forever."

Yi Shi nodded excitedly.

"Young master, there was a time when I also had a dream!"

"After I retire from the film guard camp, I'll start writing storybooks."

"You don't know, when I'm by your side, so many stories from traditional Chinese novels inexplicably pop into my head. I'll definitely write them all down someday."

Gu Mingli: "???"

Can you discover stories just by being around him? Where did this inspiration come from?

Yi Shi didn't explain further. He turned around excitedly, lay down on the table, picked up his brush, and began to write.

Half an hour later, Yi Shi handed over the first serialized article he had finished writing.

Gu Mingli took it and looked at it.

The True and False Heiresses: The Overbearing Prince Falls in Love with Me

Gu Mingli was shocked.

Yi Shi is truly a talented individual!