◎Third update◎
After helping with her second brother's wedding arrangements, Liang Baozhen devoted herself to her internship at the TV station.
She interned with Song Wenjing, mainly doing odd jobs for others, watching Song Wenjing prepare scripts, familiarizing herself with the scripts, and then officially recording the news.
Song Wenjing has neat short hair and bright eyes. She speaks calmly and forcefully, and is a very popular announcer on TV.
"Baozhen, how do you feel about your internship in Taiwan these few months?" Song Wenjing is very optimistic about this junior. Although she is much older than her, she is diligent and studious, and she is a down-to-earth person. Most importantly, she understands things quickly and seems to be a smart girl.
"Sister Jing, it's great. I've learned a lot." Liang Baozhen was not exaggerating at all. Before coming to the TV station for internship, she didn't know that so much preparation was needed in the early stages of a news program. Various situations would occur during the recording process, and just watching it was beneficial.
Song Wenjing nodded and continued, "Start writing tomorrow to prepare the content for the news broadcast the day after tomorrow."
"I write?" Liang Baozhen was a little surprised. This is the job of the elderly in Taiwan.
"Yes, you have learned almost everything you have read before, so you can start practicing." Song Wenjing also went through this process. "Write slowly first, and then give it to Brother Zhang to read and let him give you some pointers. I can also help you when I am free."
"Okay! Thank you, Sister Jing."
Liang Baozhen started to get busy as soon as she got home, and she would write at her desk with a kerosene lamp until late at night.
Song Wenjing reports local life news. She mainly searches for broadcast materials from the news collected by TV reporters in recent days, summarizes and writes manuscripts, and then submits them for review and approval. If there are no problems, they will be refined. The final manuscript is handed over to the announcer of the day to familiarize himself with it in advance and record it.
Liang Baozhen prepared very seriously, and Xu Shengjie and Shanshan walked into the house very carefully for fear of disturbing her who was working hard.
"Mom~"
"What's wrong?"
As soon as Liang Baozhen looked up, she heard a click. Shanshan was held in the air by her father, holding a camera and taking a picture of her mother. Her mother in the camera was holding a Hero brand pen in her hand, and the notebook on the table was covered with densely written words. Shanshan recorded the scene of her mother working hard and smiled sweetly.
"Mom, you continue to work. Dad and I are leaving."
After saying that, the father and daughter quickly retreated.
"Dad, remember to develop the photos." Shanshan already knew the process after taking the photos. After taking the photos, they had to be developed and it would take a few days to get the photos.
So she waited and waited, and after four days, her father finally brought the photos back. She took eight photos this month, including her great-grandmother, father, mother, uncle and aunt, but she was too young, so most of the photos were blurry, and sometimes she could only take half of the photos.
Liang Baozhen took a look at her daughter's masterpiece and complained to Xu Shengjie, "How can you take pictures of a child this young? The film is expensive, so put the camera away and wait until she grows up before taking pictures."
Xu Shengjie reluctantly picked a photo that was worth looking at and pushed it in front of her, "This one is pretty good. The lady took the photo of you very attentively."
The only photo worth looking at was the one Xu Shengjie took while holding Shanshan in mid-air. Because the height was high enough, Liang Baozhen, who was sitting, was included in the frame. It was only a little blurry, which was considered very good.
"A blind cat meets a dead mouse." Liang Baozhen smiled and put the photo away. "You can't be so hasty about it. Wait until she grows up."
"I know, I know." Xu Shengjie also felt wronged. The girl hugged his thigh and acted coquettishly, asking to play with the camera. What could he do?
Shanshan didn't care. She looked at the photo of her uncle that she had taken, which made him look dark. The camera only captured Xu Shengwei's clothes and not even his face. However, Shanshan remembered that her uncle was wearing a sports shirt that day and looked very energetic.
Xu Shengwei gave a thumbs up to his niece's masterpiece, and then looked at the photo she took of Xu Shengya. Wow, she captured one-third of her face, and the rest was all wall. Her face was still blurry. "Shanshan is really a genius."
"Let me see." Xu Shengya was delighted when she saw it. She remembered a book she had read in the Peking University Library, which included a collection of Picasso's paintings. "Maybe this is the abstract art of the Ruined Realm."
Shanshan thought that her uncle and aunt were praising her, so she smiled secretly and suddenly felt a little shy.
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Liang Baozhen was busy preparing a press release. She carefully compiled the news from the past few days into a draft and read it over and over again before submitting it.
But it was handed over to Song Wenjing first.
Song Wenjing took a look and her eyes flashed with admiration, but after all, it was the first time, and Liang Baozhen's manuscript had not yet broken away from the grammar of the school and was not concise enough.
She circled some unnecessary words and crossed out some news items with a pen, "Take it back and revise it. These news items are not suitable for broadcast."
"Okay, thank you Sister Jing." Liang Baozhen took the manuscript back, took another look at it, and returned to her workstation to revise it carefully.
Soon it was the time for the recording of the evening news segment on TV. Liang Baozhen, who had just finished revising the script, went to the recording site. The camera was in the front, with a group of staff standing and sitting beside it. Opposite it was a square table with a prepared news draft on it. When Song Wenjing, the announcer familiar to the people of Beijing, heard the director say "3.2.1.", she put on a smile, looked up at the camera, and began to report the news.
"Hello everyone, I am Song Wenjing, the announcer of the "Evening News" of Beijing City TV..."
Because it is a recording, if there are any mistakes in the middle, they can stop and re-record. However, Song Wenjing is a professional announcer. When reporting the news, he is calm and professional, with clear pronunciation and almost no mispronunciation. Editing and directing the evening news is also the least troublesome thing, and many times he can get it right in one go.
Liang Baozhen stood in the crowd at the back row, looking at Song Wenjing, who was standing in front of her with a dignified demeanor, and felt jealous.
During lunch, she sat next to Feng Xiuxiu from the directing department. Feng Xiuxiu was a senior student who came here for an internship, majoring in editing and directing.
"Jing is amazing! I used to think she was pretty when I saw her on the evening news. Now I see her recording the show with my own eyes. She reports the news so fluently, without any nervousness and without making any mistakes!"
Liang Baozhen agreed, "Jing Jie is a celebrity in the Chinese Department of our school! She's amazing!"
During the previous class, the teacher mentioned this senior sister from our school, who is very capable.
Liang Baozhen wore her work ID card on her chest and ate her meals in the TV station cafeteria. The food in the Beijing TV station cafeteria was good, usually with six meat dishes and six vegetarian dishes to choose from, and the price was cheap.
While eating, colleagues from the broadcasting team sat down and the two greeted each other. Feng Xiuxiu teased Liang Baozhen while listening to them talk about the interesting things that happened during today's recording.
"Baozhen, when can you go to report the news?"
Liang Baozhen was stunned. This seemed a bit far away. Her internship this time was only for two months, and she had to use the opportunity of the summer vacation thanks to the relationship of a teacher at the Peking University Broadcasting Station.
"Look at Sister Jing's temperament and aura. I am still far from her."
"She has her good points, and you have your good points too!" Feng Xiuxiu is determined to gain a firm foothold in Beijing TV Station and direct excellent TV programs in the future. "When you graduate, come over too, and we can join forces! I'll be the editor and director, and you'll be the announcer, how about that?"
Liang Baozhen smiled, it sounded good, "Then you should work hard first, and I will come after I graduate next year!"
"Xiao Feng, Xiao Liang, what are you talking about? You look so happy."
The director at the next table was talking to them.
The seniors on TV are all very kind and don't put on airs.
Feng Xiuxiu replied, "The food is delicious today. Sister Liu, your show was well filmed today. I just went to watch it."
"It's OK, hahaha."
There were several people sitting at one table. Everyone was tired of talking, so they just sat together. Liang Baozhen was actually full, but everyone's stories about recording the program were really vivid, so she didn't want to leave, so she sat down and listened.
"Next week the press department will be covering a story about the rehabilitation of the boss. Let's see if it can be accepted for the evening news."
"Talk about redress? Can it be passed?"
"Be careful not to be too obvious. We are mainly here to see the life of the boss now and then imagine the positive and beautiful things in the future."
Liang Baozhen listened to the words and pondered. In fact, she was quite interested, but she had to find the right balance.
As a result, three days later, Song Wenjing asked her to cover the news.
"You are not a full-time employee at our TV station. You can follow various departments, ask more questions and learn more. There is no harm in that." Song Wenjing was promoted to announcer after working as a news reporter for a year. He even worked as an editor and director. Well, who didn't have supernatural powers?
The more difficult the conditions are, the more you need to learn and the more you will know.
Liang Baozhen knew that her senior sister wanted to promote her, so she naturally accepted the offer and followed reporter Li from the TV station to cover news, mainly doing odd jobs, of course.
This is the advantage of watching TV. You can watch all kinds of news, hear about various aspects of life, and see separations, reunions, joys and sorrows.
"This Mr. Qian was rehabilitated three years ago. He was also an intellectual at the time, but he was labeled a "stinking ninth" and sent to the countryside. His wife died before she could even breathe. He had only one son at home. The two of them went to the Red Star Farm to renovate the cowshed, but his son drowned while trying to save someone in the river. Mr. Qian almost died, so he followed him. He managed to survive and wait until the higher authorities rehabilitated him before returning to Beijing."
Reporter Li introduced the basic situation to Liang Baozhen, who was deeply moved.
"This courtyard house is Mr. Qian's property. It was confiscated and the Housing Authority took over and distributed it to the street office for rent. Five families lived in the courtyard house with two entrances. When Mr. Qian came back, the courtyard house was returned to him, but the tenants refused to leave, so Mr. Qian had to move in."
As they were talking, they arrived at the gate of a courtyard. Liang Baozhen looked up and saw that it was No. 32, Chunrili Hutong.
In spring, there is a wide asphalt road outside the alley, with tall eucalyptus trees planted on both sides, full of greenery. Opposite is a lake, with willow catkins floating by the lake, sparkling blue water, and the sun shining on the lake, making it sparkle.
The scenery is beautiful and the years are peaceful, but the entrance to the courtyard is not very harmonious.
At this time, a group of people were blocking the entrance of the courtyard and making a lot of noise.
A middle-aged woman with strong shoulders and waist stood with her hands on her hips and shouted, "Why are you selling the courtyard house? We have lived here for how many years? You want to sell it? No way!"
"Yes! Who dares to buy it? I will be the first one to say no!"
"It's fine to sell it, since we can't move away anyway."
The person surrounded by the group was none other than Mr. Qian. Reporter Li had met him once before, and he whispered to Liang Baozhen, "It sounds like Mr. Qian wants to sell the courtyard house."
"Mr. Qian wants to sell his courtyard house?" Liang Baozhen was shamefully tempted. After all, she had never heard of anyone selling a courtyard house in all these years.
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Thanks to the cuties who irrigated the nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Fuji Frosted Glass; 1 bottle of Qianmo Hongchen; 3 bottles of Shaomai; 10 bottles were replied by the author;
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