As soon as I ran down the second floor, I saw Cai Wensheng walking over in a hurry.
Before Jiang Shan could say anything, the other party grabbed him and asked, "Calling us all to the office at this time...what happened?"
"I haven't heard of it," Jiang Shan also looked confused: "I still want to ask you."
The two stopped and looked at each other.
Then, they speeded up the pace in unison.
Taking three steps at a time, when we arrived at the door of the editor's office, we found that Rong Bin from the news gathering and editing department was already sitting inside.
At this moment, the editor-in-chief Jiang Hai and he both had serious expressions.
"What's going on? Why do you have this expression?"
Jiang Shan sat down in his old place. Nowadays, as long as there is a meeting that he attends, a sofa will be left for him.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Jiang Hai glanced at Editor Rong slightly.
Rong Bin, who was originally sitting face to face with Jiang Hai, immediately turned around and looked at the two people who had just sat down.
"The news I just received," Rong Bin stood up and handed the press release in his hand to Jiang Shan: "A No. 26 trolley bus in our city overturned."
"The car overturned?" Jiangshan quickly read: "Is anyone injured?"
"Yes, but we don't know the exact number of people. Our reporters are on their way to the hospital."
"Is there any reason why the car overturned?" Cai Wensheng asked nervously.
"I only gave a rough idea on the phone," Rong Bin said with a frown, "It seems to be to avoid a few cyclists."
Today's road traffic has no rules for future generations.
Traffic light changes have to be done manually by the traffic policeman sitting in the traffic booth.
"Oh, tsk tsk tsk."
"I don't know how full this car is."
"There are always a lot of people taking Route 26."
"A lot of people must have seen the process at that time," Jiang Shan reminded: "We have to let our reporters interview a few more people."
Editor Rong was stunned when he heard this. The people on both ends of the phone were very nervous, as if they had really forgotten about this.
As soon as Jiang Shan saw the other party's expression, he already understood 7 or 8 points: "Where's the photo? Did you take the photo?"
"Of course, we can stop taking pictures when everyone is at the scene, but," Rong Bin turned his head and glanced at Jiang Hai:
"The issue now is not whether there are pictures or not, but whether the news can be published."
"Huh? Why such explosive news..." Jiang Shan had just finished speaking when he woke up:
"Tsk, you're right. You should really think carefully about whether you can log out."
Until now, no news organization in China has dared to publish any news about disasters or accidents.
For a while, Jiang Shan completely forgot about this incident.
At this moment, there was silence in the editor-in-chief's office.
All I could hear was the noisy cicadas on the sycamore tree outside the window.
In fact, this meeting is not limited to newspapers with city titles such as "Oriental Metropolis Daily" and "Pujiang Daily".
Even the Wenhui Daily and Jiefang Daily were discussing this issue in the conference room.
After a while, Editor-in-Chief Jiang, who had been silent all this time, murmured: "There are no outsiders here. Let everyone share their thoughts."
Rong Bin is the top leader in the news gathering and editing department. Facing the current news environment, he has the most say:
"Anyway, I want to publish this article. After such a long time, the supplement section and advertising section have been well established.
As for our news section, except for some news about people's livelihood, the rest is still the same as that in most newspapers."
"There is nothing we can do about it," Jiang Haineng didn't understand this:
"What kind of tricks can the news come up with? There are only so many things that happen every day, and each newspaper just publishes the same thing."
Jiang Shan nodded: "Based on the current situation, this is indeed the case. Unless communication stations are established in various cities, but judging from the current financial resources of our newspaper, it is still a bit difficult."
However, according to Jiangshan's understanding, Pujiang TV Station has already started preparing for the communication station after asking for his suggestions.
Jiang Hai blew the foam in the tea cup: "What do you two think? Tell me a few words."
"How should I put it? I think this matter should be discussed separately," Cai Wensheng was really concerned: "The key is that we still don't know the injuries of the passengers."
Rong Bin raised his eyes: "Is there any difference?"
"certainly,"
As the eldest person present, Cai Wensheng feels that we can proceed in two steps:
"If the passengers on the No. 26 bus were only injured, we could publish the accident news, but... once something involving human life occurs, it will be different."
This time, that time.
Compared with those media in later generations who want the world to be in chaos.
At this time, the news unit did not dare to touch some violent accident news.
As soon as Editor Cai made these remarks, a smile appeared on Jiang Shan's lips.
After all, he is a comrade who has experienced great storms, so don't worry about whether he dares to fight or collide when running a supplement.
Once it comes to politics, stand upright and behave yourself.
"Don't forget, we are a news agency," Comrade Jiangshan is a qualified media spokesperson:
"As long as it is valuable news, Oriental Metropolis Daily cannot miss it."
"This news is quite valuable," Jiang Hai knocked on the table. According to his current thoughts, he could finish the article immediately.
"In that case...we don't have to consider the seriousness of the accident?" After listening to Cai Wensheng's words, Rong Bin also began to be cautious.
After all, he is the direct editor of the news gathering and editing department of Oriental Metropolis Daily.
Under the premise that no media dares to be the first to publish news about disasters and accidents.
If we act rashly, I really don’t know how the Propaganda Department will react.
Cai Wensheng insisted on his own opinion: "I think we should still consider it. On some major issues, we should still follow the party newspaper."
"Of course we have to consider the seriousness of the accident," Jiang Shan continued: "But, just as the news should be placed second on the front page, it is still at the bottom."
"First page? Second place?" This is a question Jiang Hai has never considered.
Jiang Shan emphasized: "In terms of news value, no one can compare with it today."
The office has returned to silent mode, and the only sound that can be heard is Chief Editor Jiang's tapping on the desktop.
"That's what I said," Jiang Hai said slowly: "But it doesn't necessarily have to be in the second place. If there is a fatal accident..."
You still have to take care of the face on top, after all, it is your top.
"Don't worry about this," Jiang Shan said with experience:
"We can describe it this way: Since the accident occurred, the exact number of casualties is currently unknown, and our reporters are constantly reporting back."
"Um?"
"Can you still write it like this?"
"Why can't we write it like this?" Jiang Shan continued to explain: "In this way, the people will continue to pay attention to our newspaper in the next few days."
The eyes of the people present all lit up.
"That's a good way of writing it," Cai Wensheng said with a smile, "It's very safe."
"That's right, it doesn't go against the facts, nor does it go against your conscience."
"Just writing it like this, I think it's very appropriate."
On August 12, 1979, the Jiefang Daily published an explosive piece of news, breaking through the restricted area where news about domestic disasters and accidents could not be published in public newspapers.
This news is currently being discussed by Oriental Metropolis Newspaper: "Trolley bus No. 26 rollover accident occurred in Pujiang City."
Since then, all media across the country have relaxed their hands.
From the previous commendation and reporting news, we have embarked on a long road of digging out the troubles of all parties.
While everyone was talking, the phone in the editor-in-chief's office rang.
Editor-in-Chief Jiang firmly grabbed the receiver: "Hello...I'm Jiang Hai, just say it..."
After some questions and answers, Comrade Jiang Hai let out a sigh of relief while putting down the receiver.
"Editor-in-Chief, the reporter just called me from the hospital."
"How did he say?"
"What's the current situation?"
"Are there any casualties?"
In response to your questions, Editor-in-Chief Jiang responded uniformly: "This number is a bit strange. After the No. 26 bus overturned, a total of 26 passengers were injured."
"No lives were lost?"
"I've asked several times, but I definitely don't have one."
Rong Bin's heart finally felt at ease: "Then just rank second on the list?"
"Okay," Jiang Hai nodded: "That's it for this manuscript. You can write it yourself later."
"Okay, I definitely won't delay the pre-editing meeting."
"Oh, this matter has finally been settled," Comrade Jiang Hai supported: "Next, we have to wait and see the reaction of the leaders of all parties."
"Don't tell me, I'm getting nervous now," Rong Bin smiled, "I don't know what the Propaganda Department's reaction will be."
"It's okay," Jiang Shan comforted:
"Speaking of it, it's just a piece of news. Don't forget to remind the people to pay attention to traffic safety when you edit it later. The change of the pen will divert the public's attention."
"In the public eye?" Jiang Hai pointed at Lao San with his pen: "What do you mean, can our press release guide the attention of the people?"
"of course!"
In an era when news information was slow and monotonous.
The people's trust in news organizations can really be achieved: they listen to everything they say and believe everything they write.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the editor-in-chief's office of Oriental Metropolis Daily finally relaxed.
On the other side of the city, the "Pujiang Daily" office was caught in a heated discussion.
"Okay, don't say any more,"
Faced with the verbal disputes among the editors, Chief Editor Wei Yuanxing paused the white porcelain cup in his hand:
"It's not news that has to be published. What's there to make a fuss about?"
"Editor-in-Chief Wei, if we miss it, our newspaper will lose the opportunity."
"It's just an accident. It doesn't matter if I don't sign up," Chief Editor Wei waved his hand and said with a frown:
"I don't want it to become a news incident for our Pujiang Daily."
"The editor-in-chief is right, this matter is different from advertising."
"But I'm afraid that others will repay the society..."
"Okay, there's no need to discuss this matter anymore." At this time, Wei Yuanxing was more concerned about:
"Since we are talking about other newspapers, I have something more important to do. Chief Editor Wu, please tell me first."
"OK,"
Chief Editor Wu of the supplement department looked at several colleagues and said: "The serialization on our supplement page will end in three days."
""Mrs. Zhang's Old Hen"?" The editor across the conference table said with a wry smile: "Oh my God, I've finally finished posting it."
"Which novel should be serialized next?" Wei Yuanxing asked solemnly: "I want to listen to everyone's suggestions first."
Editor Wu actually already had some ideas: "To be honest, the serialization of novels in Oriental Metropolis Daily is really exciting."
"There's nothing you can do about it. "Latent" is originally a book written by brother Jiang Hai. You can't pull it away even if you want to."
Most comrades know the origins of the two newspapers.
Even now, colleagues from both sides are still in constant contact.
Editor Wu continued: "But we can learn from their ideas."
Wei Yuanxing asked decisively: "What do you mean?"
"Think about it carefully," Chief Editor Wu said, pretending to be mysterious: "Whose blessing did the article "Before Dawn" after "Latent" become so popular?"
"I know this."
"Who doesn't know this? "Gunshots of the Secret Service", "Before Dawn" is the original novel of this movie."
"That's right," Chief Editor Wu laughed:
"I carefully studied the supplement page of Oriental Metropolis Daily and found that the more readers-interesting articles there are, the more related they are to the recently played movies."
"I also noticed what you said," one of the editors nodded:
"To tell you the truth, I now buy a copy of Oriental Metropolis Daily every day. Some of the articles in it are quite attractive to me."
"If you want to analyze it like this..." In fact, Wei Yuanxing was also reading the other party's newspaper: "Our future serial novels can also take this route."
"The editor-in-chief is still wise," Editor-in-Chief Wu sighed: "You have already thought of it before I said it."
"Well," Wei Yuanxing smiled and nodded: "Go on."
"The reason why they were successful can be summed up in one sentence: they just took advantage of the movie industry."
"You don't want to take advantage of the movie industry, right? It's not easy."
"We can't find out about other Dongfeng," Editor Wu's lips were already closed: "But the Dongfeng of Pujiang Film Factory can still be taken advantage of."
"How do you say that?" Wei Yuanxing raised his eyebrows and asked quickly.
"As far as I know, Pujiang Film Studio shot a science fiction movie "Death Light on Coral Island" this year."
"Science fiction movie? You want to find the original novel of this movie."
"I do think so," Chief Editor Wu actually came over: "It's a pity that it's only a novella, and it probably won't last a week."
"Can't you last a week?" Wei Yuanxing's expression changed immediately: "It's as if I haven't said anything for a long time."
"But we can still go in this direction."
"How to go?"
"Everyone, please take a look,"
Having said this, Editor Wu took out a book from the document bag in his hand: "This is the novel that just won the first prize for national scientific and literary works."
Everyone stretched out their heads to take a look: ""Little Smart Travels in the Future"."
"Oh," Wei Yuanxing understood immediately: "What do you mean, are you planning to serialize a science fiction novel?"
"Yes," Editor Wu nodded heavily: "As far as I know, no domestic media has published science fiction novels yet."
"This is a good decision," Wei Yuanxing's eyes became brighter the more he listened: "Compared to others, I prefer this kind of first start."
