Lin Jiaqiao asked the vice president: "Do you expect "You Xian Du Bao" to make money? You know, the auntie selling pancakes at our door makes more money than us."
"Being a journalist is not an easy job. Since we started, we have been exhausted every day. Can't we find other jobs? Although I can't guarantee that we can earn more than now, it will definitely not be as tiring as it is now."
“But none of us left. … Because Leisure Reading is not just a job, it is our dream.”
"Newspapers are declining and have limited circulation, but we are always very careful when making newspapers, fearing that there will be any mistakes. Because we know that once something is sent out, it is hard to take it back."
"But on the Internet, mistakes are no big deal. That's right, there is no reprint cost for deletion or re-editing. We are not responsible for the authenticity of the report, as long as there is traffic."
"But have you ever thought about the fact that online news has a much wider readership? With so many people reading our news, shouldn't the standards be higher than those of print media
"Abandoning news neutrality and truth, following the trend in publishing news on social events, and making biased comments before the events are fully investigated, isn't this the most shameful thing for us?"
Lin Jiaqiao said: "Why can we regress for the sake of traffic?"
"I know that traffic equals money, but do we really have to abandon our bottom line for money?"
She pointed to the office, to her desk:
"My table was used by Cui Baixing."
"You want me to bow to traffic, money, and marketing accounts on Cui Boxing's desk."
She and the vice president were arguing so loudly that other people heard it and secretly watched from the office.
The vice president didn't want to lose his composure in front of the juniors, so he strode back to his office.
As soon as he left, the rest of the people began to applaud spontaneously.
Lin Jiaqiao smiled at them and followed the vice president to the office.
In the office.
The vice president took off his glasses and stared at the photo on his desk in a daze.
His office supplies have been with him for many years and are all worn out. Only the photo frame is new.
In the photo, he and Cui Boxing are standing in front of the office building of Youxian Reading Newspaper, looking high-spirited.
That was the era of "Reading the Newspaper at Leisure", and it was also their most glorious years.
Seeing Lin Jiaqiao coming in, he wiped his eyes with a handkerchief: "I was wrong."
"You are right, we should stick to the truth instead of grabbing headlines and riding on the popularity."
“The truth always comes first.”
Only then did Lin Jiaqiao realize that he was older than he remembered, and he was sitting on the chair, skinny and skinny, which was heartbreaking to see.
Lin Jiaqiao said: "Vice President."
The vice president could no longer hold back and cried, "I am so scared. I am afraid that Youxiandubao will not be able to continue, and I am afraid that Cui Boxing will be forgotten."
Lin Jiaqiao comforted them: "I'm scared too."
"I did the wrong thing for a while. I wanted to keep Youxian Reading Newspaper alive, so I learned from marketing accounts, provoking conflicts, stirring up trouble, and confusing right and wrong. I did whatever could get traffic."
"I know you all scolded me, and I was actually very happy that you scolded me. But later, you stopped scolding me, and even admitted that I was right and did the same thing as me."
"I'm really scared."
"Once, I dreamed of Teacher Cui. He was sitting at this table, not saying anything, just looking at me."
“I suddenly started crying.”
"I know I failed him."
"The Leisure Reading Newspaper is dead. I killed it myself."
“We all did it wrong.”
"But it doesn't matter. We have raised the issue, which is the first step to solving it. We can correct it later."
Lin Jiaqiao joked: "However, the traffic may be lower in the future."
Before leaving the office, the vice president said, "Editor-in-Chief Lin, well done. Old Cui must be proud of you."
Lin Jiaqiao was stunned for a moment and asked, "Will he really be proud of me?"
The vice president nodded firmly.
Lin Jiaqiao thought, it would be nice if he could ask him himself.
She waited the whole afternoon, wanting to share her thoughts with Qin Guan, but when she got home from get off work, Qin Guan had not arrived yet.
She waited until late at night, and two subordinates brought Qin Guan back.
Qin Guan was drunk.
Qin Guan’s poor alcohol tolerance was his eternal pain.
He comes from a family of doctors and knew from a young age that he would become a doctor when he grew up, so he was very self-disciplined and did not smoke or drink. He only started drinking after he returned home to help his father run the business.
In fact, everyone in Qin Guan's family can drink quite well, except Qin Guan, who, as if by genetic mutation, has been trained at the drinking table for many years, but can only drink one glass of beer.
The most unethical person is Qin's father. He treats this as Qin Guan's talent and encourages him to perform for everyone every time he gets together.
Qin Guan had no idea how much he had drunk tonight, and he reeked of alcohol. He let his subordinates put him on the sofa, motionless, as if he had fainted.
After sending his subordinates out, Lin Jiaqiao went to the kitchen to cook some sobering soup.
When she returned to the living room, Qin Guan had already sat up.
He didn't take off his coat, but only loosened his tie and undid two buttons of his shirt. He had just been too rough and scratched a red spot on his collarbone.
He smoothed his messy hair, took out a cigarette from the box and put it between his lips.
While looking for a lighter, he caught a glimpse of Lin Jiaqiao looking at him. The corners of his lips curled up evilly and his eyebrows raised:
“I’ve never seen a handsome guy.”
His voice was also hoarse, with a heavy nasal tone, and it was a bit evil, sweet and lustful.
Lin Jiaqiao stared at him for a long time and said firmly: "You have a cold. I'll give you some more ginger."
Qin Guan lit up a cigarette with a melancholy look on his face and threw the lighter back on the sofa: "Why are we talking about love? Let's just become sworn brothers. At least you can still call me Onii-chan like Li Kui does all day long."
He blew out a smoke ring and hooked his finger at Lin Jiaqiao. Lin Jiaqiao didn't bother with the drunkard and sat down next to him obediently.
Qin Guan raised his eyelids and looked at her for a while, then pulled her into his arms.
Lin Jiaqiao sat on his lap and asked, "Are you drunk and crazy?"
Qin Guan said nothing, but stared at her. His eyes became darker and darker, as if there was an endless danger lurking in them.
He blew a puff of smoke into Lin Jiaqiao's face and rubbed his fingers dishonestly from her neck to her chest.
Lin Jiaqiao pondered for a moment, "I remember now. I said this move was so familiar. This is how Sun Wukong saved Tang Seng."
Qin Guan paused and took out his phone from his pocket.
Lin Jiaqiao was curious, "What are you going to do?"
Qin Guan said angrily: "Call Grandpa and ask him to leave me a pig's head. I will take it back tonight and we will become sworn brothers in Taoyuan."
This remark tickled Lin Jiaqiao's funny bone. She laughed for a while and kissed Qin Guan on the face:
"I'm not kidding. Of course I've seen handsome guys. I see them every day."
"Who knows if you are talking about Gu Yiming." Qin Guan muttered softly, pouted his lips, and indicated to Lin Jiaqiao that this was the place she should kiss.
Lin Jiaqiao smiled and kissed her, and Qin Guan grabbed her hair domineeringly, intensifying the kiss.
The kiss ended, and they both looked at each other breathlessly.
Lin Jiaqiao noticed the changes in his body and asked, "Are you not drunk?"
Qin Guan said: "I was pretending, otherwise those old guys would have made me drink until dawn."
He said with some pride: "Your clothes smell strongly of alcohol, I poured the alcohol on them on purpose. This is a new trick I researched, and it's very useful."
Lin Jiaqiao felt disgusted and distressed. He was clearly the one sitting at the children's table, but he had to accept the beating at the drinking table.
Qin Guan didn't know what was going on in Lin Jiaqiao's mind. He leaned close to Lin Jiaqiao's ear and lowered his voice: "The clothes have to be washed anyway, so you can make them dirtier."
Lin Jiaqiao held his head and took the initiative to distance himself from him, "It's great that you are still awake. I just happen to have something to tell you."
Lin Jiaqiao talked about what happened in the studio during the day. Qin Guan played with her hair and chuckled, "You are worthy of being Editor-in-Chief Lin."
Lin Jiaqiao looked at him with a smile, "Right, I think I'm pretty awesome too. So dear, what's the matter with hugging another girl in the nightclub?"
Qin Guan froze, stared at her for a few seconds, and then fell directly on the sofa.
"I'm drunk." He said firmly.
Lin Jiaqiao laughed and punched him, "You're playing dirty, aren't you?"
Qin Guan was playing tricks to the end. He held her hand and pulled her into his arms: "It's too late. It's time to go to bed."
Lin Jiaqiao patted him and lay quietly with him for a while. After a while, Lin Jiaqiao asked, "Are you in trouble?"
Qin Guan nodded.
Lin Jiaqiao asked again: "Don't you want to say it?"
Qin Guan secretly opened one eye, and seeing that she was not angry, he continued to nod.
Lin Jiaqiao stroked his hair gently, "Is it resolved now?"
Qin Guan nodded again.
"That's good." Lin Jiaqiao sat up from his arms, "You made me worry for so long in vain."
She pulled him up, "Get up, go to bed."
Qin Guan continued to lie on the sofa and play tricks. He played with Lin Jiaqiao's hands and hinted, "Have you noticed that I am different today?"
Lin Jiaqiao tentatively answered: "Special, handsome?"
Qin Guan was dissatisfied: "Although what you said is true, I feel that you are just perfunctory to me."
Lin Jiaqiao smiled and said, "I won't tease you anymore. I noticed a long time ago that you dyed your hair."
Qin Guan's hair used to be dark brown, but now it has turned black.
Qin Guan acted like a spoiled child and said dissatisfiedly: "I dyed it on New Year's Day, but you were busy working overtime and didn't see it."
Lin Jiaqiao didn't know what difference it made if it was a few days earlier or later. But she knew Qin Guan always had a strong sense of ritual, so she comforted him, "It's not too late to see it now."
Qin Guan seemed to just mention it casually and didn't dwell on it too much. He looked at Lin Jiaqiao's hair and asked:
"Do you want to change your hairstyle or hair color? You've had black hair for several years."
Lin Jiaqiao didn't understand his hint and replied, "No, I'm old and too lazy to bother."
For some reason, Qin Guan seemed very disappointed. He said coldly, "Go back to the bedroom and sleep!"
Lin Jiaqiao looked at his back in confusion.
He was obviously angry, but Lin Jiaqiao didn't know why he was angry.
February 1st is the eighth day of the first lunar month.
Because he is close to the Municipal Bureau, Lin Dapeng always takes the initiative to apply for duty during the Spring Festival. Starting today, he finally got a day off.
Lin Jiaqiao came out of the study and saw three lipstick sets of different brands on the coffee table in the hall, so she hurried over to take a look.