Chapter 81
I saw a group of people surrounding the young man and urging each other to eat and drink, as if the young man's face had the ability to help serve the dishes.
People may have the instinct of curiosity. After hesitating for a moment, he put away the camera and walked forward a little.
I took a step forward, into their sight, but they didn't react. I took another step forward, still no reaction.
In the past, after seeing the camera, I'm afraid this group of people would have surrounded us long ago.
Of course, it is not ruled out that it was because it was his first appearance at the conference and no one recognized him.
The scene was quite interesting and he couldn't help but pick up the camera and click.
For a moment, he thought it was an illusion, because he saw out of the corner of his eye that the young man sat up straight with his chin raised at a suitable angle.
When he looked over again, he saw the young man, head bowed, peeling a peanut with his slender, white hands. He rubbed the peanut with his thumb and index finger, then blew into his palm, sending the red peanut skin fluttering onto the table. The whole movement was smooth and pleasing to the eye.
It's a very normal scene.
They had already discovered the sound of a camera taking pictures.
"Hey, are you filming us?"
The male comrade closest to Meng Guoping looked up and asked him.
His words drew many glances over.
The few of them enjoyed the meal. They remembered that when they first met Comrade Lu, he had a camera hanging around his neck. For a moment, the few of them didn't think about anything else.
Meng Guoping slowly put down the camera, its case perfectly maintained, and without revealing his identity, politely asked, "Hello, comrades, what are you doing?"
"Eat something."
There was a table lined with various foods, it was obvious.
Meng Guoping suspected that the information he collected was wrong. When did the conference have such a process?
Before he could ask more, the man asked, "Which factory are you from? Do you want to sit down and participate in our activities?"
Meng Guoping decided to hide his identity as a reporter for a national newspaper. He glanced at his watch casually and saw that it was still early, so he agreed for some reason.
Almost as soon as he sat down on the stool, he said, "Come on, Comrade Lu, give him a performance."
Meng Guoping: What kind of performances need to be performed?
He looked at the young man who was surrounded by almost everyone and was completely confused.
This is not over yet, several people have already started communicating with each other.
“Whose turn is it now?”
"It's our factory's products' turn now. Let our factory's publicity officer take some pictures later." Comrade Lu agreed anyway.
"Comrade, don't you have any food with you?" The topic turned to Meng Guoping again.
Meng Guoping subconsciously rummaged around in his pocket and pulled out a candy that was about to melt. As expected, this drew their disgust.
The young comrade opposite him rummaged on the table and a bag of biscuits slid in front of him.
Meng Guoping felt extremely grateful at that time.
Lu Qin's eyes slid across his camera, a smile in his eyes, "This comrade is new here, let me do it again"
"Okay, applause!"
Lu Qin sat up straight with a proper posture.
So, in the following time, Meng Guoping had the same feeling as the audience in the previous two days.
Who invented this thing? He had already had breakfast but still felt hungry. The more he looked at it, the hungrier he got.
As if possessed by some mysterious force, he held up the camera and took pictures of the young man.
After taking the photo, he grabbed half a pack of biscuits from the table and stuffed them into his mouth impatiently. As he ate, an idea struck him, and he had already figured out what the newspaper should cover. He wanted to report on production, as well as the ideas of the new generation of young comrades—things that hadn't been covered before.
Well, the biscuits are crispy too. He looked down again and saw that they were called Leffe biscuits. What a nice name.
Ten minutes later, Lu Qin had almost finished eating and everyone started to leave.
Meng Guoping stood up contentedly and took a final photo of the remnants on the table.
When he turned around, he found that the young man had already appeared in front of him.
The two men were facing each other, each with a camera hanging on their bodies.
Lu Qin pointed at the camera on his body and said, "Comrade Meng, you like taking pictures."
He just briefly introduced himself as having the surname Meng.
Meng Guoping looked into the young man's clear eyes, holding his treasure, and did not deny it, "Yes."
Eating is an activity that can bring people closer together.
At least now, Meng Guoping looks at him like a younger brother at home.
Lu Qin squeezed the misplaced stool closer and said, "Really? I like it too, but I can't take a very good picture of it."
Meng Guoping suddenly felt a sense of appreciation for the talent of his juniors. "It's rare that you can already take pictures at such a young age."
Cameras are rare products and not everyone can afford to use them.
As expected, a smile appeared on the young man's face.
"Thank you for the compliment, brother."
Two or three sentences brought the two closer together.
Lu Qin changed the subject. "Well, I just saw you taking pictures. I guess you're going back to write an article like me. If you have any questions, you can ask me."
Meng Guoping has many years of writing experience, but he cannot do without seeking facts. After hearing what he said, he really has some questions to ask.
"Comrade Lu, is this okay?"
As a journalist, his best skill is interviewing. If he were facing someone else, he would have gotten straight to the point.
Lu Qin said frankly, "Sure, let's sit down and talk."
"Okay." The stool that had been moved in was pulled out again.
So Lu Qin talked about his initial mistakes and how, by chance, he was entrusted with important tasks by many enthusiastic comrades.
Meng Guoping hadn't expected such a thing to exist. But he wondered if the products from the Life Food Factory were truly crispy.
Lu Qin continued, "Actually, I was also worried at the beginning. After all, I had a lot of responsibility on my shoulders. But this trust also gave me a lot of motivation. Besides, there were so many reporters in the audience at the time. As long as their products could be photographed and become famous, it would motivate them..."
Meng Guoping suddenly felt that he had narrowed his horizons and taken fewer photos. He even felt guilty.
After the conversation, Lu Qin said goodbye to him and left.
Out of his sight, he strolled out the door in a particularly good mood.
In the last two days, many food factories were interviewed by reporters, the number more than in previous years.
The main reason was that at the beginning some young reporters from the newspaper came over. They had all participated in a speech event led by the Life Food Factory that introduced products through eating behavior, and they couldn't help taking pictures. Two days later, when the old staff from the newspaper came over, the young staff told them a vivid story. Since they had already taken pictures, they simply interviewed them in the order in which they were taken.
Therefore, the impact brought by Lu Qin is still very great.
The five-day event passed in a flash.
Director Ren has won a fruit supply cooperation agreement and is in the process of negotiating two more.
The purpose of the food factory representatives attending the conference is, first, to understand the current situation of their peers; second, to respond to the slogan of encouraging production; third, to learn from each other and exchange technology among food factories; and finally, to strive to be published in newspapers.
At least for Life Food Factory, the first two have been achieved, and the third is being pursued.
This year's newspapers came out exceptionally early. Everyone was scrambling to get in, as if being late meant losing out.
However, careful people, or people with eyes, can see that a person's name frequently appears between the words in the newspaper, and his photo is pasted in the upper right corner, occupying a large space.
At Laiyang County Public Security Bureau, Qin Minghai brought in a stack of newspapers.
He noticed Kong Yue's son sitting nearby studying, and a smile appeared on his face. He walked over and squatted, trying to soften his voice, "Kong Dongdong, what are you doing?"
After his uncle went on a business trip, Kong Dongdong stopped looking for his friends. His eyes were red and radiant. Kong Yue was worried about him, so he brought him home every day. Occasionally, Lu Chunnong would take him to school. Kong Yue was out on duty, leaving him sitting there quietly.
Kong Dongdong had short fingers and was holding a pencil that was only a few centimeters long. He clumsily scribbled numbers on the paper and practiced his name.
Hearing Uncle Qin Minghai calling him, he stopped writing and said in a clear and firm voice, "Study, study."
Qin Minghai patted his head and looked down at the time. "Be good, study hard. I'll bring you something to eat later."
Kong Dongdong looked up at him and said, "Thank you."
Qin Minghai sighed that the child was really sensible, and then put the newspaper aside.
As soon as Kong Yue entered the Public Security Bureau, he made the next arrangements with his colleagues. Thinking of his son who was still there, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
As soon as I entered the room, I saw Kong Dongdong half lying on the table, rummaging through a newspaper that he had gotten from somewhere and spread out on the table.
“Dongdong.”
Hearing the sound, Kong Dongdong's two dangling legs fell to the ground, "Dad, this is my uncle."
"What uncle?" Kong Yue took off his coat and put it aside, then bent down to straighten his clothes. He guessed that Kong Dongdong missed his uncle again, he was used to it.
He glanced over unintentionally and almost thought he was seeing things. Who else could that person be but a gangster?
He quickly picked up a photo and saw the person in the photo standing next to a strange middle-aged gay man. Every pore of his face was smiling, and his right hand was making a strange gesture as if he was showing a product.
The next few photos were nothing more than this. He almost monopolized the newspaper.
In another photo, the boy is sitting among a group of people, and everyone is smiling happily.
He read the text quickly.
After understanding what was written above, he fell silent. This kid is really capable.
"It depends on uncle." Kong Dongdong hugged his thigh, "What?"
Kong Yue looked down at the little carrot and said, "Dongdong, if you study hard in the future, you can be like your uncle."
"Okay." He released his hand, picked up the pencil he had just placed in a corner, and prepared to continue studying.
The principal of the commune primary school also subscribed to the newspaper, and as soon as he entered the office, he couldn't help but share the news with Lu Chunnong. A group of people gathered around Lu Chunnong to discuss the matter.
At that moment, Lu Qin and his group had arrived at the station. Since they had rested in the guesthouse for a day and had not gone anywhere, and since newspapers had quotas and they were unfamiliar with the place, and had no channels or notifications, although they knew about the newspaper publishing, they did not get a copy.
Lu Qin, dragging a suitcase that was much heavier than usual, saw someone appear in the distance and thought, what a coincidence. He glanced at them and quickly looked away. People should always look forward, right?
On this return trip, everyone gained a lot and couldn’t hide the smiles on their faces.
Comrade Liao and Comrade Gu are already thinking about what flavor of biscuits to develop when they go back.
Lu Qinke was just waiting for this, so he gathered together and whispered with them.
After squeezing onto the train, they finally arrived in Laiyang County after more than seven hours but less than eight hours.
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