In the evening, Yao Yuan returned to the company.
Everyone was shocked when they came in. Commander Yao's majesty was all covered in loess and his face was sand, a solitary figure in the world, a man in the dust.
He was also startled. The room was groggy, and the white lights seemed to have turned yellow. Everyone was busy cleaning the sand with brooms and dustpans.
"Didn't you close the window?"
"It's useless to close it. If you dig in along the cracks, there will be a layer of soil in a while. How are you doing?"
"I'm a earthly grandson, what else can I do?"
Yao Yuan took off his coat and shook wildly at the door. The pieces fell into pieces like yellow rain. Finally, he ran to the bathroom and smeared a layer of mud on his hair, nose, mouth, and collar.
It was already after get off work time, and no one had left. There was already traffic during the evening rush hour, and it was even worse today.
"Can the wind calm down at night?"
"Not necessarily. The sandstorms in the capital last for several days."
"Ah? Then when can I leave?"
"It's okay. If you really can't go to Commander Yao's house, it's just nearby."
"I think it'll work. It's lively even if there are many people. How about having hot pot? They have an induction cooker at home."
"Okay, okay, let's eat hot pot!"
Yao Yuan rolled his eyes and started to check everyone's homework. Each of them had at least one membership number in the club, which they used to fan the flames, be a supporter, make fun of others, etc...
Each account posted a blog post, pretending to be presentable.
Liu Weiwei even took a few photos and wrote them vividly. They were posted on the top of the public space, attracting many comments and echoes.
"It was so scary just now. I was in class, and suddenly it got dark. I thought Elder Sun had used magical powers!"
"Damn, I'm lucky today! A billboard flew out and passed right in front of my eyes..."
"Hahahaha! The bathhouse is full of sand!"
"555555, the Internet cafe has a power outage. My equipment is ahhh!"
Yao Yuan clicked on a few and found that after some people left comments, they went to the online blog to write their thoughts, which also attracted a few comments.
"You guys go to the small account and leave a message for them all to increase your popularity."
"Liu Weiwei, I'm going to start a topic on the public channel. Let's talk about sandstorms. Post more jokes and recommend a few more online blogs."
"Where are the jokes? Besides Commander Yao, whose jokes can catch my eye?"
"That's true, just wait until I come back to get it done."
Yao Yuan agreed very much. He took out his camera and sifted through it. He first selected some photos for Liu Weiwei, then got up and went upstairs to find Yu Jiajia.
"Director Yu, how are you doing lately?"
"Why……"
Director Yu Da was reading the manuscript boredly and said listlessly: "The Varyag has returned smoothly, the ratings of "Liu Laogen" are booming, "Meteor Garden" has been banned, Zhou Xun and Li Yapeng have admitted their relationship, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, the weather is good and the rain is good~, good luck~"
"It's all your credit!"
Yao Yuanpidian stepped forward and said: "I took photos of sandstorms for a day. You must have a collection of photos. Let's make an appointment?"
He handed over the camera, and Yu Jiajia took it, looking through them one by one, and said: "The newspaper accepts photos, ranging from 50 to 200. If the sandstorm doesn't stop, I can get you three photos a day for 600 yuan, 37 cents."
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"make a deal!"
It doesn't matter if you reach an agreement happily, it doesn't matter whether it's money or not, what's important is pleasure.
Yu Jiajia was flipping through the photos and suddenly said: "Hey, this one is pretty good!"
It was a photo that you could tell was taken in a car. The windshield and passenger seat were both clear. Looking out through the glass, you could see a tall, thin figure standing on the road ahead.
Wearing a white school uniform with red stripes, short hair, and a pulled-up collar, he held his bicycle while waving.
Behind is the overwhelming rolling yellow sand, the looming outline of tall buildings, majestic and small, the power of nature and the beauty of youth.
Especially when I took the photo in the car, the glass window separated by a layer added a layer of layering. It gave me a strange feeling of seeing a flower blooming in the yellow sand from a distance.
Yu Jiajia greatly appreciated it, and Yao Yuan was also very satisfied. The hobbies of middle-aged men are not in vain!
However, he ignored the photo and said, "I can't give it to you yet. I have to communicate with them to see if they are willing."
"Hey, Commander Yao still knows the law?"
Yu Jiajia was quite surprised. She glanced at him up and down, and showed a man's tacit expression. She didn't ask any more questions, picked a few other good ones, and immediately went to find the editor.
A dirty deal is concluded.
After looking for the editor, Yu Jiajia went to the local news department.
For such a big event, all the reporters have been sent out, leaving only the director, who looked up and said, "Hey, why are you here today?"
"I've sent you a clue."
Yu Jiajia originally worked for the local news department, and she looked very familiar. She went over and said, "Open your browser and go to hao123, this website..."
The director clicked a few times and opened the club's homepage, wondering: "Is there a clue here?"
"Pull down, yes, see for yourself..."
Yu Jiajia walked a few steps, wiped herself, and said deliberately: "Don't say what I told you!"
"I understand!"
The director nodded quickly and continued to do his own thing. It took him a long time to remember this and planned to take a look. However, he glanced at the content on the screen.
Opening copy:
"The sand invades the capital, and you have fun in the dirt!"
"ha!"
The director watched the video, and then read on, which was full of real experiences and experiences written by netizens here. There were also some short jokes and pictures mixed together to form an online topic.
He took a cursory look and found it interesting, but only interesting. Suddenly, he paused and found a clue:
"Holy shit! My neighbor's child was cut by flying iron pieces and half of his arm was gone. This child had to save another child. It's so tragic, so tragic..."
Oops!
The director quickly clicked in and saw that the release time was ten minutes ago. He quickly checked the newspaper's clue database and found that it was not there.
Maybe it’s exclusive!
He suddenly became excited and hurriedly looked for this person's contact information, touched his personal page, and then a box popped up:
"Members can view..."
…………
The yellow sand was raging, and Yao Yuan didn't like to go home.
Just thinking about having to clean up after going home gave me a headache, so I simply stayed and worked overtime.
After being a busy blog during the day, it finally became lively at night, with more and more people writing about their experiences and experiences today, ranging from a few sentences to an article.
Yao Yuan's jokes on the trumpet were still warmly welcomed.
"When I went out in the morning, I felt like I forgot to ride a camel."
"What kind of environment creates what kind of humanities? For example, it is also March, and people in the south of the Yangtze River enjoy the spring. The grass grows and the orioles fly, there are peanut trees, and the seasonal snacks we eat are called Qingtuan.
Let’s look at the spring we had. The severe cold has not gone away, and the yellow sand has returned. The skin is rough and the flesh is thick, so the snacks can only make a donkey roll around.”
There is also a picture of Qingtuan and a donkey rolling around.
"God is rolling around like a donkey!"
"I have to say, I look quite similar to who I am today."
"It's okay if the donkey rolls, I will be the Terracotta Warriors today!!!"
Yao Yuan directly used the background to scroll through new posts, and suddenly saw another one: "Someone called me just now and said he was a reporter. I thought he was a liar. He said for a long time that he was looking for me to find out about the child..."
Oh, Director Yu is so powerful!
Not only do we collect photos, but we also collect news.
Yao Yuan sighed in admiration, and immediately pushed it to the public channel, and marked the "clue post" with "enhanced" and made a link at the bottom.
"Reporters also come to this website?"
"Then you are paid to provide news clues."
"Don't underestimate our club, it is quite famous in the capital."
"Yes, yes, especially once the chat room was opened, it must now have 70,000 to 80,000 members."
"Writing a diary can be published in the newspaper? Then I will write it too."
Replies came one after another, which also fed back the enthusiasm of other netizens.
As soon as the sandstorm came and the topic started, the number of online logs today increased significantly. There are just few pictures, and for the same reason, most people now can't take photos, and they can still transfer them to their computers after taking them.
But Yao Yuan felt that it was great, and at least it generated a heated discussion.
Cultivation is not something that can be achieved overnight.
He was so busy that he forgot to give out a business card with various contact information during the day.
At about ten o'clock, he was about to turn off his phone and leave. Suddenly, his cell phone did not ring, but the QQ message on the phone prompted someone to add a friend.
“Didi di di di!”
The avatar flashed, it was called "Sunshine Nature".
Sunshine and nature?
Yao Yuan wondered, why do middle-aged and elderly people still want to join me?
Seeing that the information was from Beijing, I casually clicked Agree, and the other party said hello: "Hello, I'm the one who carpools during the day."