"Go away... Go away... Don't look at what activities are here today! Just go inside?"
The security guards lined up and arbitrarily stopped the dark-skinned middle-aged people from entering. Watching them dress up, wearing big pants and white vests, they seemed a little out of tune with the fashionable men and women around them.
"Why can't you enter? Isn't this a public place?" The man who took the lead was thin and dry, blushing, stammering retort in Nancheng dialect, and he looked like a bunch of honest people.
Many of the reporters were passionate young people, and they all had a sense of injustice. Several of them couldn't bear watching the simple fellow being bullied. Xia Meng took the lead and passed the judgement.
"Eh... Why don't people enter this Times Square?" "What is your attitude? What's the matter with fellow villagers? They can't come in without a suit and tie!"
Those security guards were not young, and they were used to seeing the world. As soon as they saw Xia Meng's group, they knew that they were just young people. They didn't put them in their eyes at all, and they snorted, still arrogantly blocking them in front of them.
Today is different. Several leaders in the province are going to come down. The person in charge of their square specially ordered the people who want to control the entrance of the square today to dissuade those who are not dressed properly, so as not to lose the image of Nancheng.
Facing these cold-faced security guards, Xia Meng and the others gradually felt a little powerless. A group of strong men lined up and blocked them from entering. What could they do? They were all a little helpless. Zhang Dabao and a few people wanted to push a gap, but they were all overwhelmed by their opponents.
Yang Can finally couldn't see it anymore, and walked up to one of the group of people unhurriedly, and asked: "Are you the person in charge? Don't let the fellow villagers come in? Is it your intention or the leader of the square? the meaning of?"
The man was the head of this group of security guards. He glanced at Yang Can diagonally, and realized that his temperament was different from ordinary people, and he was a little unclear about the details. He carefully probed and asked, "You are?"
Yang Can took out the press card with the national emblem from his pocket unhurriedly, handed it to the leading security guard, and calmly continued to ask: "It is your intention to prevent them from coming in or your leader's intention. ?"
The one who looked at the national emblem on it was stunned for a moment. When he saw that the unit belongs to the central military region, he immediately got off the cold sweat. He involuntarily stood at attention with his feet and saluted Yang Can.
Seeing everyone else is at a loss, what's the situation? Why did the security guard salute
Yang Can nodded secretly. He knew that he had served as a soldier just now by seeing this man's posture and movements, and he had some knowledge. He went up and patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Can these fellow villagers go in now?"
"Don't you. Isn't this embarrassing me. There is a leader who is coming today, and I am also carrying out the orders from above." The man pulled Yang Can aside and whispered for mercy.
Yang Can didn't talk nonsense with him, he waved his hand carelessly, and the fellow villagers followed suit. Without the leader, the security guards dare not stop, and Zhang Dabao stared at them like a demonstration. A few glances.
Looking at the back of Yang Can walking away, several of the security guards asked the leader curiously: "Master Liu, who is he?" "I recognize that certificate, there is a national emblem... Is it the police?" "Fart, that's it. Press card." "Just a small reporter?"
The leader was in a bad mood and snorted heavily without saying anything. He couldn't tell this group of uneducated people. Was that person just a reporter? The reporters of the propaganda team under the Central Military Region are at least with the rank of non-commissioned officer. Are such young non-commissioned officers ordinary people? Which is the master they can afford
A group of trainee reporters were so excited, they patted Yang Can on the shoulder with great spirits, and looked at him with admiration: "Okay... Yang Can... He was so handsome just now, that press card popped up... scared all the grandchildren. Stupid, dare to tremble with us and expose them to death... huh..."
This group of intern reporters who have not obtained the official press card are all envy from the bottom of their hearts, especially Zhang Dabao. For the first time, he felt that the action of taking out the press card could be so handsome, and it was very tickling to think of his reporter. When will the certificate come down.
Yang Can smiled, and did not explain. If there is no such four words in the Central Military Region, the press card alone would not have such a magical power. This is also a promise he gave Xu Yang on his chest in the morning. Announced the reason why the bureau leader tampered with the report of Su Yun's contribution.
In the eyes of outsiders, although Nanzhou Magazine is only a small magazine, its background is incomparable by ordinary media. Xu Yang and Dad have been in the army for many years, and many former comrades in arms have already held important positions in various military districts. Old Xu did not take advantage of this relationship too dutifully.
When Yang Can returned to Nan Zhou Magazine the first thing he did, he secretly contacted the old comrades of the old comrades, and connected with the contacts of the boss, redefining the nature of Nan Zhou Magazine, except for himself and Lao Xu. Apart from the investors, the real big owner, that is, the host organization, now bears the name of a subordinate unit of the Central Military Region, which is regarded as an official organization with a certain administrative level.
Whether it is the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Bureau or any other unit, if you want to move Nan Zhou Magazine, you can find out only by a little investigation. Nan Zhou Magazine is definitely not the kind of soft persimmon that they think they want to punish and squeeze. One touch can make you burn off a layer of raging flames.
Yang Can now has no time to deal with the obstacles of these provincial and municipal organizations. He doesn't just want to make a fuss in the media industry. There are many other things waiting for him.
If Dad and Xu Yang’s dream is to make Nanzhou the most impartial, influential, and daring media in China, then Yang Can’s ambitions go far beyond that.
He will not only achieve their goals, but also promote Nan Zhou Magazine to the world and become China's Time Magazine. In the future, he will let Nan Zhou Magazine appear on the world stage, so that every word and paragraph on it will be transformed into an energy source. Become a strong pulse influencing world public opinion.
In the past few years, Yang Can has contacted countless people from other countries and deeply felt the fact that so far, most people in the Western world still have too many misunderstandings about their own country, and they do not Learn about China that has been demonized for many years.
Regardless of China's art stars, Chinese culture, and China's reality, they all need a propaganda platform that directly faces the world, instead of showing distorted information and words in the Western media again and again.
Without this platform, then I, Yang Can, will create one from nothing!
"Yang Can... You are so courageous, do you know what you did just now, what are the consequences of writing in my report?"
Hearing this familiar, gentle and sweet voice, Yang Can suddenly turned back...