The metropolis of Yangcheng is turbulent, but the small Hecheng is calm.
Not many people here have watched Yang Qian's videos, and even if they had, they wouldn't have guessed that Yang Qian was from Hecheng.
After returning home, Yang Qian came to the unit early to report, and quickly integrated into his new identity - a municipal TV reporter who followed his teacher every day to run news.
However, even those who work in the news, my old colleagues around me have little interest in these buzzword topics that have not yet reached the level of being out of the circle, and they have no contact with them at all.
In addition, Yang Qian is very low-key and declined calls from Yangcheng media reporters who wanted to interview him, so it is even less likely that everyone will know that Yang Qian has caused such a big disturbance on the Internet!
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"Xiao Yang, get ready, let's go to the Hejiang River."
Today, Yang Qian arrived at the TV station early, and before his butt was even warm on the chair, Ouyang Cheng, the old reporter responsible for guiding him, came in with a briefcase in one hand and a thermos flask in the other.
Ouyang Cheng is actually only in his early fifties. I don't know if he has been working as a copywriter for a long time. Most of his hair on the temples has turned white, and he looks quite aged.
However, Teacher Ouyang is not ordinary!
He is not only a senior journalist, but also a prose writer. He has published two books and won a national literary award. He has a high status in the Dutch literary world!
Yang Qian had previously encountered a scene where the deputy director of his unit respectfully called Ouyang Chengdu "Teacher Ouyang" when he saw him.
It can be said that Yang Qian was very lucky to be able to follow such a powerful teacher as soon as he arrived at the work unit!
It's just that another girl who joined the news department at the same time didn't envy him because Ouyang Cheng liked to travel to towns and villages. It was a bit hard to follow him and it was not easy to get ahead.
It would be better for her to follow the teachers of another group to make special news about the city’s congress...
Yang Qian didn't think much about it. As soon as the teacher said it, he immediately put down the things in his hands, packed them up quickly, carried a computer bag, and hurriedly followed him to the car.
"Teacher, is there any news about our trip to Hejiang River?"
In the car, Yang Qian asked curiously.
"Well, Hejiang Jizuili is now on the market, and I heard that it is selling well. Moreover, this year Shunfeng Express has reached cooperation with many farmers, and it will be shipped directly to Shunfeng cold chain, and it will not be damaged when sent to the whole country."
"Then the market will open up! In the past, you still had to sell to dealers and buyers. Now you can directly open an online store. If someone places an order online, you can go to the orchard to pick it up and deliver it on the spot, eliminating the need for intermediate steps.
For the cost of one ring, the income of fruit farmers should be increased a lot!"
Yang Qian immediately thought of the key here.
"That's true, but online stores have been around for a long time. The focus of our interview this time is still on express delivery to the countryside and cold chain logistics to solve the pain points of the last mile of agricultural product sales."
Ouyang Cheng guided patiently.
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Today's interview went relatively smoothly, and Yang Qian returned to the city around 5:30 pm.
"I have no other plans for this weekend. You go back and have a good rest."
Ouyang Cheng drove his own car and drove Yang Qian to the intersection outside their community, and then left in a hurry.
It's Friday, and he has to rush to school to pick up his daughter!
Yang Qian talked with the teacher and found out that he had a daughter who was currently in high school. She was in the same school as her sister Yang Shihan, but Yang Shihan was one grade older than her.
Talking about Yang Shihan, Yang Shihan came to open the door!
"Mom, brother is back."
A pretty girl in school uniform with short ear-length hair opened the door before him and screamed excitedly.
Yang Shihan actually just came back. She usually stays at school. Her brother came home a few days ago and took a look at her at school. But after all, it was just a look. She didn't have the chance to talk to her brother properly.
When she was a child, Yang Shihan liked to cling to her brother. She often jumped on her brother, who was six years older than her, and hung like a koala.
Later, Yang Qian went to Yangcheng to study at university, and Yang Shihan gradually grew up from a crazy girl to a slim girl who was about to enter her senior year of high school.
I also forget which year it started. Yang Shihan knew that she was embarrassed, so she stopped jumping on her brother.
But her relationship with Yang Qian has always been very good.
No, she also stretched out her hand to help her brother move the big box he was holding.
"I'll come, I'll come, just close the door."
Yang Qian walked in holding a big box.
"Going to the countryside again? Why does your teacher always take you to report on rural news? Don't things like this happen every day in the city? Why don't you report on these news?"
Mother Hong Xiaoxia came out of the kitchen and felt distressed when she saw the large stains of sweat on her son's back and his sun-burned face.
"The news in rural areas is very in-depth. Now the country is talking about rural poverty alleviation and rural revitalization, and most inspections go to rural areas."
Yang Qian smiled, put the box he was holding in the kitchen, and opened it.
"Eh? It's lychee!"
Yang Shihan poked her head around and saw what was inside the box, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Well, today we are interviewing an orchard that produces jizuili. Mom, there are a lot of them here. We will definitely not be able to finish them all. Do you think you should share some with aunt and uncle?"
Going to rural areas for interviews also has the advantage that they can buy some fresh, cheap fruits or other agricultural products.
Of course, at first they wanted to give it to them, but Ouyang Cheng did not agree to give it for free and had to pay. Later, the owner of the orchard only charged the cost price.
The person who gave the money was Ouyang Cheng!
But each time he gave most of the fruit to Yang Qian, the photographer and the driver, leaving only a little for himself.
Yang Qian wanted to give the money back to the teacher, but Ouyang Cheng didn't want it. He said that Yang Qian had just arrived and was still in the internship stage and didn't have much money.
"There's so much, why don't you leave it to your teacher?"
"He has it too, and the teacher said that there are only two of them in the family, so they can't eat that much."
"Only two people? Where is his wife?"
"I don't know. It seems that they are divorced. My teacher is taking his daughter alone."
"The one you mentioned before seems to be one grade younger than Hanhan?"
"Yes, I am also from No. 1 Middle School."
While they were still chatting, Yang Shihan, who was mentioned, couldn't wait to pick off a bunch, put it in front of the nearby trash can, and started eating.
"Oh, brother! It's so sweet and delicious!"
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Life in small cities is simpler and the pace is slower.
Like Yang Qian, although running news during the day is very hard, he basically has his own time at night. Even the press release for today's interview was written by Yang Qian in more than an hour on the road.
Yang Qian's writing style is absolutely excellent. It is precisely because of this that his teacher Ouyang Cheng took a fancy to him and asked him to come over before he even reported to the unit.
After dinner, he went for a walk with his parents and chatted. When they came back from the square dance, he still had time to chat with his sister Yang Shihan and ask about her study status.
Of course, Yang Qian doesn't need to worry about Yang Shihan's studies, because this girl's grades are better than when he was in high school, and it is common for her to be among the top ten in her grade in the monthly exams.
"Work hard. In the last year, try your best and see if you can pass the Qingbei exam." Yang Qian also has high hopes for his sister.
"Why not get admitted to Nanyue University? I followed my brother's footsteps and went to your alma mater to study." Yang Shihan was still very naughty.
"With your grades, if you just want to follow in my footsteps, I'm afraid Teacher Liao will have to break my legs if he finds out about it, and I'll mislead others!" Yang Qian also laughed.
Teacher Liao was Yang Qian’s former biology teacher and is now Yang Shihan’s class teacher. Yang Qian would treat Teacher Liao to dinner every Chinese New Year just so that Teacher Liao could take more care of his sister.
"Then I'd better set my goal to Qingbei. Although I may not be able to go to Qingbei, but at least I have to save my brother's legs, hehe!" Yang Shihan sat upright in the chair, saying that she had to correct her attitude, but she still
Smirking there.
After talking to his sister, Yang Qian stopped disturbing her study. He returned to his bedroom and prepared to re-watch today's news broadcast.
Although no one will supervise you after leaving school, as a professional reporter, whether it is to understand major events at home and abroad, maintain a keen eye for news, or learn the most formal current affairs reporting, the most refined language expression, news
Hookup is still a must-do for him every day.
Yang Qian turned on his computer, opened his notebook, plugged in his headphones, and read attentively.
The light of the screen flickered on his face, but beyond the light, Yang Qian's bedroom was simple and tidy.
There are two bookshelves in the bedroom, and the old-fashioned solid wood bookshelf with glass doors does not have a single book in it.
Through the glass, you can see rows of cassettes and records with a very vintage feel neatly arranged inside.
These are all genuine and come from Yang Qian's uncle Hong Yingjun, who used to do this business but later lost everything. Seeing that Yang Qian liked it, he gave all his collections to Yang Qian.
Not only that, in front of the cassettes on the upper two floors, there are beautiful crystal (actually plastic) shelves displaying several broken Walkmans.
Walkmen and cassettes gave Yang Qian his earliest musical enlightenment.
There is a guitar leaning against the end of the bed in the bedroom.
However, this guitar has no sense of age. Yang Qian just bought it from the Internet a few days ago, and he hasn't had time to find a suitable place for it.
It should be done this weekend, Yang Qian won't let it just sit on the ground.
"Copyright trading platform?"
Yang Qian, who was sitting in front of the computer, suddenly began to read softly.
"The National Copyright Trading Center version 1.0 system is officially launched. The system relies on the massive quality program resources of the Central Television Station and... multi-channel audio and video genuine resources, combined with the latest achievements of media technologies such as '5G+4K/8K+AI', to create an integrated copyright registration
, a copyright trading platform that integrates query, rights confirmation, authorization and other functions..."
Copyright trading platform, what a new term!
Is the country going to start paying attention to copyright protection and increase its crackdown on piracy?
If that's the case, can the music industry that Yang Qian likes regain new opportunities?
Yang Qian was unable to learn more information from these few sentences. As a fledgling reporter, he had no way to know the thoughts and policy trends of senior leaders.
Copyright protection is very difficult, and Yang Qian cannot be optimistic.
But he also hopes that the Chinese music scene can reproduce the glory of the record era, like them...
Yang Qian turned his head and stared deeply at the cassettes and records on his bookshelf, thinking about the prosperous music age that he envied and yearned for, the era when music was just music.
He stared blankly for a long time, his heart agitated and he couldn't help himself.
Finally unable to bear it any longer, Yang Qian took off his headphones and stood up. He went to the end of the bed and took out his newly bought guitar. He sat on the bed and stroked it gently.
This guitar is relatively ordinary, and the sound quality is worse than the one Lao Mu used at the graduation ceremony. After all, Yang Qian didn't know much about it. He was anxious to use it, so he simply picked one online.
But musical instruments are just a medium that provides accompaniment. Now for Yang Qian, he wants to sing even more, sing the song he got after the graduation ceremony!