In the Group Army Propaganda Office, Officer Huang held today's military newspaper in his hand and read it again and again.
The above is news from Group A. It talks about an innovative training method of a brigade of Group A, which was researched in cooperation with the military industry department. In response to the requirements of officers and soldiers of grassroots combat units, a batch of equipment was modified and innovated to suit actual combat. It has now entered the experimental installation stage.
Officer Huang read it several times, sighed, threw the newspaper aside, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of strong tea.
His real name is Huang Xianjin, 27 years old, with the rank of captain and propaganda officer. He was originally the propaganda section officer of a brigade of the D Group Army below, but his pen is very sharp and he is known as "a pen".
Speaking of which, Officer Huang lived up to the name of "a pen". When he was serving in a certain brigade, he frequently published articles and reports in newspapers. In addition, Officer Huang was usually a poetry lover and liked to compose poems. He was very popular in the local province.
He has a seat in the Poetry Association and is considered a young talent.
Because of this, Officer Huang was well-known and was soon seconded to the Army Propaganda Department.
The stage is higher and bigger. Director Huang is very ambitious and vows to shine in this new position and achieve greater success again.
Of course, as a propaganda officer, the main job is to write a report on the advanced deeds of the group army, polish it with writing, and publish it in the military newspaper.
On the first day he was seconded here, the director asked him to talk to him in the office. The conversation lasted for twenty minutes. Director Huang was very satisfied with his performance on the spot. It could be seen that the director was also very satisfied with him.
After arriving, the director asked before leaving: "Tell me, why do you need to do publicity work?"
Officer Huang spoke non-stop for three minutes, explaining his own opinions on how good wine is in deep alleys, what publicity work is related to the overall work, what bridges connect residents closely, and what is the key to establishing a good image...
Anyway, I've said everything I can think of.
The director sat across from his desk, nodding frequently and smiling kindly.
When he finished speaking at the end, the director smiled meaningfully and said, "I'm afraid it's not comprehensive, right? At least a little was missed."
Officer Huang was immediately horrified, wondering what he had missed just now.
If you think about it carefully, not really.
I have spent a lot of time studying the theories in the book. Not only can I recite them backwards, but I can at least be familiar with them.
Missed that point?
Just as he was deep in thought, the director finally answered with a smile.
"Propaganda work is also a kind of record."
He said.
"Gray lines are drawn by grass and snakes, and traces are left by ants. Let me ask you, are our grassroots officers and soldiers working hard?"
Officer Huang was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Of course it's hard work."
The director smiled and said: "Then you know that they work hard, do others know? Even if others generally know that they work hard, do they know why they work hard? So we need propaganda cadres like us to write down and record what we have done.
Publish it and let everyone know why we need to protect our country and why we have to endure hardships and sacrifice. Right?"
Officer Huang immediately understood: "The director is still good, I still have to study hard. There is a big difference. I only know the theory in the book, but I still lack practical work experience."
The director waved his hand kindly: "It's not that serious. This is all accumulation. You will work here for a long time and you will understand it gradually. Remember, there is a desk for you in the department, and your pen is a weapon.
Your desk is your stage, work hard!"
When he came out of the director's office that day, Officer Huang had been thinking about it all day. He went back to the dormitory and lay on the bed, still thinking about every word of the director.
I am temporarily seconded because there is a shortage of people. If you do well here, have many works and reports, and have quality and impact, it will not be difficult to stay here.
After getting to a higher platform, looking back at the previous position, Director Huang felt that it was not on the same level anyway.
Therefore, he warned himself that he should work hard, work hard, dedicate himself to work, and be conscientious in order to achieve some results on the stage of his desk.
However, I don’t know why. Ever since Director Huang officially started working in the Publicity Department, his inspiration has been like a dry spring. He can no longer squeeze out any eye-catching articles, and his keen sense seems to have become less...
Slow, the news captured by others can capture the core value, but no matter how I write, I don't seem to write on the point. Reports and articles are like pigeons that know their way, they are sent back as they are sent out, newspapers and magazines
The editor always says one thing - lacks news value and sparkle.
grass!
How is this going?
Director Huang couldn't figure it out.
I seem to have written this way before, and it was often published in newspapers. But now I write this way, but it’s not adopted?
He thought about it and put the question on the editor's head.
Director Huang thought that maybe someone had changed and his taste was different, or maybe he was a newbie and the new editor didn't recognize him, so the adoption rate plummeted.
However, this situation made Director Huang very anxious.
I have been here on secondment for half a year. As the days pass by and I have no results, will I be sent back to the brigade?
It's scary to think about it.
He said harsh words when he left. When he said goodbye to a few colleagues who had a good time with him, he vowed to break into a new world in the army. On the day he left, he jumped into the car and stretched out his hand towards
The former colleagues waved hard and shouted: "Goodbye, brothers! Come and see me in the army when you have time!"
Although he didn't say it clearly, but if you listen to the words, who would know that Director Huang has no intention of turning back.
If it is really sent back...
Every time Director Huang thinks about this, he feels inexplicably sad.
At this moment, he was in a daze in front of the computer in the office, his mind was wandering, and suddenly he heard someone calling him.
"Director Huang."
"Huh?" He suddenly returned to his position, turned around and saw that it was Xiao Tu, the non-commissioned officer in charge of collecting information in the agency.
Xiao Tu is in the second phase and is called Tu Xiaoan.
He was also seconded from a lower-level agency. He was originally a clerical worker, but later he contributed many articles and became a non-staff reporter for the military newspaper. So he jumped into the dragon gate. Not only was he promoted to non-commissioned officers, but he was also directly seconded to work in the Propaganda Department.
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But Xiao Tu is much better than me. He got the imperial title in less than a year after working here, and now he is a serious student.
People from the Publicity Department.
Compared to Xiao Tu, I haven't established my identity yet.
"Xiao Tu, do you have a problem with me?"
Xiao Tu held a piece of information in his hand and placed it on Director Huang's desk.
"This is a communication from the travel newspaper below. The director said it would be handed over to you for processing."
While picking up the materials, Officer Huang asked Xiao Tu: "Is this the communication sent by the correspondent of that brigade?"
Correspondents are very common in various grassroots units. They are not limited to agencies and propaganda departments. They can be anyone from combat squads, logistics, literature and art, and even hospitals.
Military correspondents play a very important role. They have first-hand access to real-life deeds and can even play a role in following reports at certain times.
For example, if a warship is escorting, it is impossible to have a military newspaper reporter on every ship. After all, manpower is limited.
But there may be a correspondent on board. This correspondent is an active contributor, has some writing skills, and is interested in news gathering and reporting.
In this way, if the military newspaper or a higher-level news organization wants to report news on the ship, then the role of the ship's correspondent comes into play.
This is why people often see on TV that some soldiers with the rank of non-commissioned officers can appear on the TV screen, and it is marked on the screen that they are the special correspondents of a certain news organization.
"It's from the Menghu Brigade." Xiao Tu said, "It's really rare!"
"From the Menghu Brigade?" Of course Officer Huang knew that this was the special operations brigade established by the army last year. The D Group Army did not have such a unit before.
But Director Huang has been here for more than half a year, and there are many newsletters from other brigades, but the Menghu Brigade is a weird one, not many.
Officer Huang had heard that the brigade commander, whose surname was Zhuang, was a special forces warrior. After he came to the place, he thought about going to the Menghu Brigade to dig up some information, but he didn't expect that when he called, the people from the Menghu Brigade said they didn't
I hope to accept too many interviews and reports, which is related to their confidentiality.
Confidentiality?
Awesome!
Director Huang was very unhappy.
At worst, if we just deal with the text, wouldn't confidentiality be enforced?
He has never met a commander who doesn't like to promote his troops.
It seems that the reason why the Menghu Brigade is strange is because their brigade commander himself is a weirdo.
Is the sun coming out in the west today?
The always low-key Menghu Brigade actually sent someone to write a message and send it to the army?
His interest suddenly rose and he quickly opened the manuscript.
After reading it, he slapped the table and jumped up from his chair excitedly, startling Xiao Tu beside him.
"Good material! Once this is done, I can get it published in military publications!"
After thinking for a while, he added: "No, it's the highest-level news magazine!"