The person who sent the painting was a reporter who looked unfamiliar.
Fang Zhengyi took the initiative to stand up and greet him, then went forward to get the wooden board.
The reporter shrank back and looked at Xie Xian with a puzzled look.
Xie Xian said: "This is Lord Fang, you can talk to him about anything, don't be shy."
The reporter looked at Fang Zhengyi in surprise.
Fang Zheng showed a warm smile and turned to ask Xie Xian, "Is he the reporter on our latest list of management trainees?"
Management trainee reporter?
A question mark popped up in the minds of the reporter and Xie Xian at the same time.
Although he was somewhat puzzled, Xie Xian remained calm and said, "Yes, it is the new batch of management trainee reporters. Wei Zhiyong, have you not met Lord Fang yet?"
Oh? It seems that there are some hidden secrets about me being recruited. Why no one has told me?
Wei Zhiyong said in surprise: "Hello, Lord Fang."
Fang Zheng patted him on the shoulder and said, "Well, not bad! He is handsome and seems to have outstanding abilities. He is indeed an elite among the elites."
"Just now, I was chatting with Xie Xian about the recent situation at the newspaper. I heard that many people are dissatisfied with the salary at the newspaper. Is this true?"
Wei Zhiyong was a little hesitant.
Should I tell you or not? Although he is the founder of the newspaper, he collected money for his son's full moon celebration and even gave people vegetarian food.
If I don’t say it, it would go against my principles.
Finally, Wei Zhiyong gritted his teeth and said, "It is indeed the case, but Lord Fang, please listen to me..."
Fang Zhengyi smiled gently and said, "You don't need to say more. Since you know about this situation, you can talk openly about any problems. Don't whisper in private."
"But Xiao Wei, I have to teach you a lesson. As a journalist, it is not a good thing to take money too seriously. What is more important is the future. Have you ever heard of a story about an apple tree..."
The words here don’t count towards the word count, and you can see that there are so many words summarized in one picture, so I suggest you call me the last conscience of Tomato.
"So, as a management trainee journalist, your top priority is to improve your professional skills."
Wei Zhiyong said in a daze: "Master Fang, what is a management-trained reporter? No one has ever told me about it."
Fang Zheng touched his chin and said with a bit of hesitation: "Since you asked, it's okay to tell you. The so-called management training journalists are related to our newspaper's training of high-end management personnel and talent reserve plan. This is a special project with the main goal of training future leaders of the newspaper."
"The reason I didn't tell you is because I'm afraid you'll become arrogant and think that you have someone to support you, so you won't work hard to make progress."
"But I see that you are honest and simple, so I can give you a piece of advice. You must learn to take the initiative in all matters, big or small, in the newspaper office and master the entire process. Only then can you be entrusted with important tasks in the future! Then you will find that on your way to success, you have already gained both fame and fortune."
Future Leader! ?
Wei Zhiyong's expression was out of control, his thoughts were wandering, and his eyes gradually became dull. He didn't come back to his senses until Fang Zheng finished speaking.
I didn't notice that my heartbeat had accelerated significantly.
"Thank you for your guidance, Master Fang!"
Wei Zhiyong said this excitedly, but he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.
It turned out that he was completely unaware of the newspaper's far-reaching intentions, and was still fighting for the two taels of silver per month for a petty profit.
The layout is too small!
However, judging from what Mr. Fang said, there seemed to be other management trainee reporters.
But there are so many bad leaders... Work overtime, you must work overtime tonight, or else everyone else will be screwed!
"Okay, Xiao Wei, give me the things, and you go out and do your work."
Fang Zhengyi took the wooden board and waved his hand to drive the man away.
Wei Zhiyong said with great gratitude: "Yes, Lord Fang!"
Entrusted with important tasks
As soon as the door closed, Xie Xian showed a lewd smile on his face and gave a thumbs up: "Master, that's brilliant!"
"Heh, learn from that." Fang Zheng smacked his lips, "I guess this guy will have to work overtime tonight. When he works overtime for a few days in a row... find someone to spread the news that the newspaper is going to lay off employees in private, so that the employees will roll up!"
Xie Xian stood in awe: "I understand!"
"But what is that board you're holding?"
Fang Zhengyi casually placed the board on the table.
Seeing the lifelike figure on the board, Xie Xian was surprised and asked, "Is this Zhao Linglong?"
Fang Zhengyi sat down again, leaned back and said, "Yes, it's her. She has made great contributions to the country this time. I plan to publicize her deeds and open a school for women at Dongjiao University in the future, similar to the one in the county."
"You've been working in the newspaper for so long. You know more about the people in the capital than I do. Tell me what you think?"
Xie Xian frowned and said, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. The capital is not like Taoyuan County. Master, you may not be able to suppress it, right?"
"There is a girls' school in the county, which teaches everything from music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but what will the people in the capital think? When the discussion starts, no one will say a clean word. If it is spread that Dongjiao University cooperates with a brothel, its reputation will be ruined."
"There are already many bad rumors about the newspaper... If the newspaper's reputation is ruined, there will be no room for recovery."
Fang Zheng's eyes were stern. "There are bad rumors in the newspaper. What's going on?"
Xie Xian said helplessly: "It's not a big deal, it's just the previous report about the Jin Dynasty. Some people say that we are fickle, saying that the Jin Dynasty is good and bad, and that we don't tell the truth. The people are talking about it..."
Fang Zhengyi's face was drawn, and he knocked on the table with his fist clenched, saying, "This bunch of unruly people!"
"Who allowed them to read the bound volume!!!"
Xie Xian shook his head and said, "The workload is huge, so it's inevitable that there will be omissions. Not only that, some people say that we promote science every day, which is slandering other folk beliefs. Are they saying that there is nothing else besides science?"
Fang Zhengyi's face was cold; "What else? If metaphysics can make food appear from the ground and penicillin appear from the clinic, I will blow up Dongjiao University tomorrow and go with them to cultivate immortality."
"Don't pay attention to their nonsense. Whoever is productive is the boss! Let's just be realistic. If you can't come up with something real, it's useless to talk about it. Find more reporters to fight back against this group of people. If you have the guts, don't come to our clinic for treatment!"
"You have to handle these two matters well. You can't let the people's discussions drown out the newspaper's voice."
"The only one who can defeat our Mid-Levels Newspaper is tomorrow's Mid-Levels Newspaper! Okay, keep talking."
Xie Xian nodded and said, "There is also the issue of manuscripts. In the past, a copy of the daily newspaper would be sent to the palace, and so far there haven't been any major problems. However, if it involves girls' admission to school, it will definitely cause an uproar, and the palace may not allow it."
Fang Zheng raised his hand and said, "I know this. There will definitely be a lot of people who strongly oppose this, so we must first make Zhao Linglong a role model. Only then, as the first student to enroll, can she shut those people up. They won't end up slapping themselves in the face."
"But the newspaper wants to promote Zhao Linglong. Will His Majesty agree?"
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