Chapter 180 Feng Shui of Courtyard No. 51

Although it is already the beginning of autumn, there is still no hint of coolness.

In the early morning, there was a lot of noise coming in and out of the small courtyard No. 51.

The neighbors nodded and said hello, while turning their heads and doing their own business.

Those who push bicycles to work, those who take small steps to the public toilets, those who hold vegetable baskets and block the road to chat.

During this period, you can still hear the morning news coming from the radio...

Jiang Shan walked into the small courtyard carrying two bags full of breakfast.

They met Jiang Chuan and Ying Ruhua who were combing their hair in the yard.

"You got up so early today? Just in time, the dough sticks are still hot."

"Brother," Jiang Chuan pushed back his glossy black hair: "We have decided to start learning English seriously from today."

Ying Ruhua nodded seriously while wrapping the rubber band around her: "Yeah!"

"That's a good thing. If you encounter something you don't understand in the future, just ask Uncle Li."

Jiang Shan handed a bag of fried dough sticks in front of Li Ruocheng.

The old man sitting on the recliner naturally took out one, then split it in half and gave it to his wife: "If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

"Thank you, Uncle Li!" The two girls nodded happily, then looked at each other and laughed.

Having a translator as my neighbor and not learning English well would be a shame for the feng shui of this small courtyard.

At this moment, the dining table in the main room was filled with several breakfast items.

"Good morning, Third Uncle," Jiang Xiaoyu called out sharply and hurriedly ran out of the house.

Ever since Ying Ruhua moved in, the girls of the Jiang family, big and small, have been as lively as the Chinese New Year every day.

"Good morning, uncle," Jiang Xiaobai walked out of the hut wearing a white sweat vest that covered his buttocks and rubbing his eyes with his chubby hand.

"Xiao Bai," Jiang Shan picked up his little nephew and kissed him hard twice before letting him go: "Go, brush your teeth quickly."

"good!"

Jiang Xiaobai, who was already fully awake, responded happily.

A pair of dimples appeared in a smile on the little fleshy face that still had traces of straw mats on it.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the Municipal Party Committee Office Building is even more lively than that of No. 51 Courtyard.

"How's it going? Did you find out clearly?"

"I have confirmed with the Propaganda Department. Currently, only two newspapers in the city, Jiefang Daily and Oriental Metropolis Daily, have published news about the No. 26 bus accident."

At this moment, the city leaders did not dare to lift their eyebrows for a moment: "What is the reaction of the people now?"

"...From this morning to now, we have not received any inquiry calls from the public."

"Okay, let comrades continue to observe, let's go to the hospital first!"

"Okay, Director Li."

"Director Wang is still in the hospital, right?"

"He didn't come home last night."

…

In the office of the director of the Municipal Propaganda Department, Director Zhang put down the phone in his hand with a serious look.

The two clerks beside him stood silently.

After a while, Director Zhang recovered his wandering thoughts: "Help me notify and ask representatives from each newspaper in the city to come to the Propaganda Department to hold a morning meeting."

"today?"

Director Zhang nodded: "Today! Immediately! Immediately!"

"Okay, I'll make a call right away."

About an hour later, Director Zhang, who was sitting at the head of the conference table, folded his hands on the table.

In the conference room, the people sitting at this moment are basically the editors-in-chief or presidents of various newspapers and magazines.

Facing the greetings and inquiries from old acquaintances, Director Zhang simply responded with a nod and a smile.

When the last person in charge of the newspaper office walked into the conference room, the emergency morning meeting of the Propaganda Department finally began.

"Thank you for your hard work, comrades," Director Zhang said with a smile on his face:

"Everyone was asked to put down their work early in the morning and come to the Propaganda Department for a meeting. It was really because of a relatively important news event."

Having said this, Zhang Ju suddenly raised his head and looked around: "Where is Jiang Hai? Are the comrades from Oriental Metropolis News here?"

"Here we come," Cai Wensheng, who was sitting below, quickly raised his right hand: "I am the editor-in-chief of the supplement department of Oriental Metropolis Daily."

"Where is your editor-in-chief Jiang Hai?"

"He...he didn't receive the call. He went out to do errands early in the morning."

"Oh?" Director Zhang suddenly frowned, and then murmured: "Is there something wrong so early? Okay, let's continue..."

As Zhang Guo's expression became increasingly serious, the representatives at the meeting also began to think quickly.

What big thing happened yesterday? There is no way to escape the rollover accident of bus No. 26.

But if there is something big going on today, you can probably guess it if you think about it carefully.

In fact, Zhang Jue himself said it just now: a relatively important news event.

What news events can there be today?

As soon as they entered the office early in the morning, someone had already reported to them: "Liberation Daily" and "Oriental Metropolis Daily" actually published the rollover accident of the No. 26 bus in the newspapers yesterday.

Especially "Oriental Metropolis Daily" not only published the article, but also published it in the newspaper.

What a newborn calf who doesn’t know how to be afraid!

In just a few minutes, Wei Yuanxing, who was sitting in the conference room, had one idea after another.

"Everyone must be aware of the traffic accident involving bus No. 26 in our city yesterday," Director Zhang continued:

"Today, two newspapers in this city published this news..."

As the topic in the conference room deepened, Wei Yuanxing couldn't help but smile: Fortunately, he didn't agree to publish the news of the "rollover accident" yesterday, otherwise he would have suffered the same fate today.

Among the several newspaper leaders present, there are quite a few who have similar ideas.

Judging from the current level of attention paid by the Propaganda Department, it is probably impossible for the leaders of the two newspapers that published the accident news to lightly expose it.

"As we all know, our news units have always had many unwritten taboos,"

Director Zhang continued: "No matter which newspaper or magazine, when publishing social news, it must be based on..."

Hearing this, Wei Yuanxing's eyes clearly burst into a little light.

I don't know if Jiang Hai still remembers what I reminded him.

Not everyone can be the editor-in-chief of a newspaper.

If he had listened to my advice and stayed in Pujiang Daily as a deputy editor-in-chief, how great it would be!

With this veteran like me guarding the gate, how could the other party fall to the point of being singled out by the organization for criticism?

Next, I don’t know how many detours I will have to take!

Speaking of which, when the city party committee leaders’ cars hurriedly drove into Pujiang People’s Hospital.

Jiang Hai and Rong Bin, with several comrades from Oriental Metropolis Daily, were delivering fruits to the wards.

"You look much better than yesterday," Jiang Hai handed over two canned fruits with both hands: "Eat more fruits, you will get better faster."

The uncle lying on the bed groaned and touched the square gauze on his forehead: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Uncle, we are reporters from Oriental Metropolis Daily,"

Rong Bin deliberately straightened his body, and the big words "Oriental Metropolis Daily" on his red vest were eye-catching and clear:

"This is our editor-in-chief, Comrade Jiang Hai."

"Oh," the aunt sitting by the bed immediately took the fruits and canned food: "I know, my family has always liked to read Oriental Metropolis Daily."

"Thank you for the support of the masses!"

Afterwards, Comrade Jiang Hai walked to the next bed: "Little friend, how do you feel today..."

Every time he passed a bed, in addition to the fruits and canned food, he would also leave a copy of the day's "Oriental Metropolis Daily".

After delivering condolences to the injured in this ward, Jiang Hai and Rong Bin in the corridor quietly discussed:

"Not bad, everyone seems to have only some superficial injuries."

"Yeah," Jiang Hai nodded:

"Before, I also learned from the doctor on duty that most of the comrades are slightly injured and can be discharged today. Only two elderly people with broken arms need to be observed for a few more days."

"Which unit are you from?"

The two were chatting in a low voice, and suddenly saw several men in white shirts, walking over with a serious face: "What are you doing here?"

"We are from the newspaper," Jiang Hai directly revealed his identity: "Excuse me, who are you...?"

"This is Director Li from the city..."

As the other staff introduced, Jiang Hai hurriedly stepped forward with a smile and shook the hands of the two leaders:

"Leaders can come to the hospital to comfort the masses in their busy schedules. It's really hard work. On behalf of the local newspaper, I thank all the leaders."

"This, this is what we should do!"

Director Wang has been here all night. He just went out to greet Director Li. Where did the local newspaper appear?

"Which newspaper are you from?"

"Oriental Metropolis Daily."

"Are you from Oriental Metropolis Daily?"

While walking and chatting, Jiang Hai had already opened the door of a ward:

"Good morning, comrades. The city leaders came to see you and sent you gifts of comfort."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rong Bin and the two reporters immediately distributed the fruits, canned food, and malted milk in their hands to the injured people in the ward.

Jiang Hai admired himself. After spending a long time with the smiling Lao San, he seemed to be getting more and more adapted to official life.

It was not until this time that the city leaders realized why they came with their arms shaking.

They didn't even prepare any gifts of comfort.

Director Wang suddenly turned around and glanced at his staff, who immediately realized the problem.

"Oh, even the city has come."

"How can we alarm the city leaders?"

"They also sent us so many gifts of comfort."

The people of today are not as experienced as those in later generations.

At this moment, several injured passengers lying on the hospital beds were so excited when they heard that the city leaders were coming.

They stood up and rushed to shake hands with the leaders.

Director Li and Director Wang approached with concern to inquire about the injuries.

The conversation between the two sides maintained a cordial and friendly atmosphere.

It was not until this time that the two leaders breathed a sigh of relief.

When walking out of the ward, Director Li walked a little slower and happened to walk shoulder to shoulder with Comrade Jiang Hai who deliberately fell behind.

"Comrade, are you the leader of Oriental Metropolis Daily?" He had just been observing Jiang Hai.

"Hello, Director Li," Jiang Hai had restored his natural smile: "I am the editor-in-chief of Oriental Metropolis Daily, Jiang Hai!"

"It's really you!"

"You should have never seen me," Jiang Hai sounded a little strange.

"Haha," Director Li, with his hands behind his back, thought about it and laughed: "Just because of a news article in your newspaper, I called the Municipal Propaganda Department early in the morning!"

Hearing this, Jiang Hai couldn't help but pause: "So...? You don't agree with what our newspaper is doing?"

"You, you," Director Li smiled and shook his head.

While they were talking, everyone had already walked to the door of the next ward.

When the leaders of the municipal party committee went to send warmth again, the reporters following behind had quietly raised their cameras.

Fortunately, Rong Bin was well prepared today and was able to deliver condolences in time while the two leaders were constantly turning around.

Unknowingly, when Jiang Hai walked out of the hospital door, he realized that he had been paying condolences for more than two hours.

"Chief Editor Jiang is young and promising,"

Along the way, Director Li never stopped smiling: "The preparation work was very good. I will remember to send the invoice to the municipal party committee for reporting later."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Hai quickly smiled and said: "They are all serving the people. Our newspaper is a city newspaper, so we should also contribute."

Besides, in those photos just taken, the one that focused most on was the bright red vest from Oriental Metropolis Daily.

Not to mention, the tricks Lao San came up with are still very effective.

Without making any noise, the name of the newspaper was remembered by the people.

"Young people are still thoughtful," Director Li said with a smile as he walked down the steps: "I made it clear during the phone call with the Propaganda Department this morning.

News reports that respond quickly and seek truth from facts like "Jiefang Daily" and "Oriental Metropolis Daily" should be encouraged and promoted more.

The city just received instructions from above not long ago and must adhere to the path of seeking truth from facts..."

After listening to what he said, Comrade Jiang Hai understood a little bit. It turned out that all he had done was to provide the leaders with the best work report materials.

"Oriental Metropolis Daily?"

Until the other party said goodbye to him and turned around to leave, Director Li still couldn't help but mutter to himself: "A newspaper that was just launched this year?"

"No," Director Wang, who had already sat in the car, was also looking out the window: "Although the conditions of their newspaper are not good, the circulation of the newspaper is still very good."

"The conditions of the newspaper office are not good?" Director Li only heard the first half of the sentence: "How do you say this?"

"Look," Director Wang pointed out the window, and happened to see Comrade Jiang Hai pushing a bicycle:

"Currently, among the news units in the city, their newspaper office is the only one that does not have a vehicle."

"How do you know so clearly?"

"You forgot, I was originally in charge of this area."

"...Then, I'm going to criticize you."

The meeting of the Pujiang City Propaganda Department is coming to an end.

"I would like to emphasize again the content of today's meeting,"

Director Zhang looked around: "As a national news unit, I hope everyone here can take up the responsibility of reporting social news objectively, correctly, and seeking truth from facts, and showing the style of society.

In the future, I hope you can learn more from the comrades of "Jiefang Daily" and "Oriental Metropolis Daily",

Dare to publish some warning, educational type of news reports... Finally, let us applaud them again. "

Afterwards, there was a round of applause in the conference room.

Wei Yuanxing clapped his hands stiffly, his brows knitted together for a long time.

How could this be the result?

The Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee had called me here in a hurry early in the morning. Could it be that it was just to let me applaud that kid Jiang Hai?

Just when Wei Yuanxing was puzzled, Director Li, who had just returned to the office, picked up the phone again.

Outside the window, a black and shiny Pujiang car was parked quietly in front of him.