Qi Cheng entered the TV station looking dejected.
He didn't even ride the tuk-tuk that was supposed to be given away for free.
I waited for the bus and almost missed it.
Qi Cheng was very puzzled. In her own interview, she clearly wrote: "Bengbeng vehicles are a cancer in the city."
How did it turn into me advertising for tuk-tuks?
I've never said anything good about the trolley.
The number of tuk-tuks has not decreased, but rather increased.
Isn't this a slap in the face?
What on earth is going on?!
Qi Cheng sat in her office, getting angrier the more she thought about it.
I really don't understand. Do the people of Jiangcheng not understand human language?
Bengbeng vehicles are a scourge, not a tool for making money!
Holy crap.
Qi Cheng completely questioned the meaning of life.
However, after thinking for a while, he decided that he absolutely could not admit defeat so easily.
He knew there was something wrong with his interviewing methods.
The people interviewed were all beneficiaries of the system, such as laid-off workers and disabled people.
They don't care at all whether someone has a license or not.
To conduct interviews, one must interview the victims of their interests.
Who are the victims?
Tianjin Dafabet is undoubtedly the winner!
Qi Cheng felt that her approach was correct, so she pushed off with her feet and went straight to the station director's office.
He hadn't even opened his mouth to explain his situation.
The station director tossed a list into his hand and handed it to him: "Put down what you're doing and get this done."
Qi Cheng took it, and before even looking at it, said, "Director, I also have a task to complete."
"You have a mission? Who assigned it to you?"
Qi Cheng touched his nose: "It's like this, my last report was about the 'bungee car cancer,' and I felt that the approach was wrong, so I want to report on it again."
The station director rolled his eyes: "Take a look at the list in your hand first."
Qi Cheng looked at it suspiciously and exclaimed, "Holy crap!"
The sign read: "In order to cooperate with the Publicity Department in reporting, we need to report on the following exemplary cases of self-reliance among disabled people."
The list is as follows:
"Liu Chunhua, a person with a level three physical disability, taught herself sewing skills and opened a tailor shop..."
"Zhang Guolong, visually impaired to level one, taught himself massage techniques..."
"Wu Zhenshan, who has difficulty moving due to polio, taught himself shoe repair..."
"Li Haiyang, born with a physical disability, drives a tuk-tuk..."
"Zhuang Guangfa, blind in his left eye, drives a tuk-tuk..."
"Wang Feipeng, a level four disabled person, drives a tuk-tuk..."
Qi Cheng shouted, "Director, are you kidding me?"
The station director raised his eyebrows: "What?"
"Why are there so many tuk-tuks on this road?"
Is there a problem?
"Doesn't this conflict with my reporting?"
"Then put aside your conflict and hurry up and get going!"
Qi Cheng was depressed again.
He walked out of the station director's office with his head down and a sense of loss.
I wish I could tear the list in my hand to shreds.
But I dare not.
The only thing he could do was punch the wall hard.
Damn it, I'm so angry!
I'm a journalist who exposes urban scourges, so why am I suddenly praising these rickshaws?
Even Sichuan opera face-changing isn't this fast!
How am I supposed to survive in the journalism field after this?
Station manager, please don't mess with my mind!
But there was no other way; he had to complete the task assigned by the organization.
Qi Cheng had no choice but to take a photographer and go door-to-door to conduct interviews.
The content is almost identical.
These disabled people praised the tuk-tuk, especially those who received it for free, who gave it a thumbs up.
Qi Cheng was also asked to praise Qimingxing, such a good company.
Qi Cheng looked sullen, and I really couldn't bring myself to say it!
After several days of interviews, Jiangcheng TV, in cooperation with the publicity department, broadcast the story of the tuk-tuk on television.
It exploded.
These drivers of the tuk-tuk were initially worried that the traffic management department might take the initiative to crack down on them.
After all, the first report about the trolley was unfavorable.
If they're going to take care of you, there's really nothing you can do.
They could only live in constant fear, hiding from the traffic management department.
But looking at it now...
Goodness, even the authorities have officially endorsed it, supporting disabled people to be self-reliant.
How to become independent? That is the question.
Learn to be a tailor? Don't be ridiculous, old men can't do that.
It should be noted that most of the laid-off workers in the 1990s were older and had not yet reached retirement age.
I don't have any skills, and people don't want to do strenuous work.
Let alone now, even in the new century, it would be difficult to find a job. The only options would be the most low-paying jobs in the universe: food delivery and security guard.
There was no food delivery service during this period.
As for security guards, they're highly sought after; you can't even get one without connections.
Young workers or skilled workers are usually retained unless the company is truly going bankrupt. As long as there is even a sliver of hope for the company to be saved, these workers will be the ones to help the company recover and rebuild.
So, how do they make a living?
What they need is a job with no barriers to entry; they can't learn anything that requires even a little technical skill.
Driving a tuk-tuk is a job with no barriers to entry. As long as you can hold the handlebars and know the roads, you can do this job.
This is practically a job tailor-made for laid-off workers.
Now, the government has pointed out a clear path and provided the answer.
Let's go drive a buggy!
If you don't know how, learn it; if you don't understand, copy the answers. Don't say our government hasn't been watching you.
As for who pays for the scooter?
Don't you have a loan?
You don't even have this much energy, do you expect the government to feed you?
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