Yang Can and Xia Meng sat aside, and vaguely heard that many people were discussing the flood incident in the cofferyan township. The people who came to buy also asked the stall owner: "Is there a report on the cofferyan township in this issue of Nan Zhou?" There are also people who came on the bus, but they just ran two steps and dropped the money to buy the Nanzhou Magazine before chasing the car.
Some people even scolded them when they were buying: "... After stimulating people's appetite on the Internet for so long, something finally came out, and the waiting flowers were gone."
And because of a major traffic accident on the main road during the rush hour, there was a big traffic jam, hundreds of office workers were delayed here, some people were reading the South Weekly, and the thrilling photos on it attracted the surroundings. The people at, couldn't help but look sideways, and their curiosity increased greatly.
Unconsciously, the people waiting for the bus began to discuss the topic slowly, and the arguing among the crowd could be vaguely heard.
"Where is the paper mill mentioned here? It's really from our province? Why are they all aliases? Why is this report unclear."
"You don't know, there are human flesh coming out on the Internet, and it's the Yingzi Paper Mill in the cofferyan township. The "government" official is Wang Haibo, the deputy mayor."
"Really! It's Wang Haibo? He doesn't look like him. He usually looks pretty decent."
"... They were all pretended. Wu Sulan of the paper mill is his old friend. The two people don't know that they are both young together. It's too dark! How can you make this kind of mayor."
"Who said no, if this flood is not sent, this Wang Ba Lao would probably hide behind and fool us."
"I want to have the right to vote, so I immediately impeached this grandson!" "The black-hearted thing!" "I don't know how much we are greedy of taxpayers' money!"
Yang Can was smoking a cigarette, looking at these indignant people on the bench, listening to their heartfelt curses, their intense discussions, and their fists were tightly clenched. Yang Can had a feeling that he did what he wanted. It's necessary. The complaints of the villagers who died in the floods and the migrant workers who died in the paper mill have all been responded to at this moment.
He is not a police officer, a judge, or a lawyer. He just presents the facts that have been concealed by his rights in front of the public and allows the public to make their judgments. People naturally have their own opinions in the incident. Steelyard.
At this time, Yang Can’s mind was echoing what his father had said to him before, which he did not fully understand at the time: “A society, no matter how materialistic it is, how much money worshipping and kitsch, how contradictory, How ethical is lost, but the media must always remain sober and always maintain a conscience, because the media will always be the defender of social morality and the guardian of the conscience of the entire society.
The media must always be able to correctly guide the direction of society, telling people what is right, what is wrong, what is beautiful, what is ugly, what is worth praising, and what needs to be flogged.
A society cannot rely solely on the law to maintain the moral bottom line without being broken, because the law can only restrict people's actions, and really allows people to discern good and evil from the depths of their souls. Apart from schools, there is only the media. "
Distinguish right from wrong and defend social morality. These words were so far away to Yang Can before, but now they are so real.
"Yang Can. Thank you." Xia Meng looked at the crowd in front of her, and suddenly pulled Yang Can's sleeve, slowly speaking.
"no need thank me?"
"Thank you for reminding me of why I came to the Mainland."
Seeing this scene, Xia Meng was touched from the bottom of her heart. In order to become a true reporter, she came from Taiwan thousands of miles away. To be honest, she faced too many difficulties and hardships, and countless suspicions. Whether I have that ability, I want to give up many times.
But today, watching people’s reactions with Nan Zhoukan, I really felt the throbbing in my heart, the initial boiling blood "liquid".
Yes, this was her original intention.
"You are really great." Xia Meng's eyes were inexplicably moist in the sun. In fact, she didn't know what was reported in Nan Zhou Magazine. The atmosphere in the crowd made her deeply moved.
Yang Can sits quietly on the bench, enjoying the surrounding sounds of talking about the contents of the South Weekly, those exclamations, those moved, those curses... Suddenly he feels that all the hard work he has done before is worthwhile, and all the dangers in the flood disaster are counted. what
Yang Can stretched out and closed his eyes comfortably, smoking a cigarette, listening to something.
According to Yang Can's calculations that day, due to traffic jams, the sales outlet sold a total of 168 copies, which is far beyond the estimate. If it weren't for the boss only bought so many, the number would not stop there.
According to statistics the next day, the first 10,000 copies were sold out on the same day in Nancheng. In the afternoon, Luo Cheng personally supervised the printing of 15,000, 20,000, 25,000.
Within three days, this number climbed to 28,900. Later, due to problems with Nan Zhou's capital turnover, the money on the channel was not recovered, and the printing plant's load reached its limit, it finally stopped at this number.
This is also Xu Yang’s strategy of listening to Yang Can’s meaning. It’s not necessarily a good thing to do something to the end. The out-of-stock issue of the magazine may not be a better publicity effect, and it can make more people remember the name Nan Zhou. The editors of the magazine who have read the manuscript for a long time have hand-saved a copy of this issue of Nanzhou Magazine as a commemoration. After all, the first in-depth report, such a sharp subject matter, I am afraid that it will be difficult to come across in the future.
"It's crazy. This issue has been sold out. In the past few days, everyone around me has been discussing whether Wang Haibo should not allow the evacuation of this flood, so in the end, the evacuation was not timely, and dozens of people died."
Colleagues in the magazine were all discussing during the lunch break. A few days passed and they were still very interested.
"Several of my classmates in the newspaper were stupid when they saw it, and they asked us how Nanzhou Magazine obtained those photos and interview materials. I was envious of our editing and editing capabilities." Several senior editors were chattering and discussing at noon. The rest is very noisy.
Yang Can sat in his seat and listened to these people's chats, but didn't feel annoying. On the contrary, he felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment. He closed his eyes slightly and felt this strange pleasure. This is really the same as what he did in the army. There is a world of difference in what tasks are accomplished, and the degree of excitement is completely different from the sense of accomplishment.
What he wrote became an ideological orientation that affected millions of people, letting them understand the truth. He was like a conductor in the dark stage, directing these huge symphony orchestras with a pair of hands that no one could see, letting them guide Everyone played different pieces of music intertwined together, and everyone moved, angry, and sad music, all relying on these two hands to control the ups and downs.
It’s so wonderful, and so fascinating...
The colleague next to him did not disturb him as the protagonist at the beginning, and left him to sit quietly for a long time. This time someone came over to pat his shoulder. Luo Cheng squeezed his shoulder hard and nodded very simply: "Dry. it is good!"
Yang Can smiled calmly and nodded. Luo Cheng opened his head, and everyone came over unconsciously, and said to Yang Can one by one: "Your kid is really awesome this time..." "I'm taken. It's really amazing." "Xiao Yang, please treat me after the bonus is paid!"
The reporter Liu Lan, who has always been a bit displeased with him, also came over, with a mixed smile and praised: "Xiao Yang, thanks to you this time, I have to work hard in the future..."
This is indeed a bit sour, it seems to be saying that this time you are lucky enough to encounter a good subject, I will wait to see if you still have this ability next time.
Of course, this can't affect Yang Can's mood. It is the unprecedented peak of Nanzhou Magazine, but it is just the beginning for him. There are still many things waiting for him to deal with. Liu Lan's words can slowly answer him with facts.
Yang Can visited his Weibo during this time, and he was full of replies and discussions about "Flood in the Cofferyan Township". Of course, many of these were made by his own artificial voices, but most of them were shared and cursed by real netizens. The shady people in the cofferyan township accounted for the majority: "... the country is black, and we should take care of it." "It is true that all corrupt officials should be shot. Others were sentenced if they took more money from the ATM. These people were punished without pain." "I was in the cofferyan township at the time, and the water was really terrifying! This photo was taken too real, thanks to the soldiers, this reporter is so rare." etc. .
Of course, it’s not all of these praises. There are still a small number of people who scold people: “Bloggers are very boring. You can fool people with PS photos. There are so many brain-deads here.” “No one died at all in the township, they are all fake. You are too easy to be incited" "Mayor Wang is in our South City except for his reputation for being incorruptible. You are all blinded and barked here!"
Letting the people inside make the noise, Yang Can, a spicy reporter, only made a cool reply: "I only post pictures and don't talk."
There is only one subtext: "Let the facts speak!"