Ch121.1 - Criticism (2/2)

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Yu Hao arduously revised the manuscripts all afternoon, and after going through it over and over, he could barely recognise the words on it anymore.

Lin Ze said, “This should be good enough?”

To play it safe, Yu Hao went to look for the chief editor of the general office. Situ Ye even went out of his way to remind him not to try and take the easy way out by looking for young girls to help, lest he attract peach blossoms. Yu Hao understood his words and specially looked for uncle editors. But everyone has an innate appreciation for beauty, and amiability towards handsome guys is universal. Everyone else was also willing to teach him a little, as long as it wasn’t too annoying.

As a result, Yu Hao realised that the manuscript that Lin Ze had gone through still had a lot of problems. And there were even some opinions that were totally contrary to Lin Ze’s.

Six manuscripts — revising all these manuscripts made Yu Hao thoroughly exhausted. On the first day after the end of the holidays, Yu Hao worked overtime until 4.30am. When he left work, he saw the sanitation workers sweeping leaves along the road. At that moment a sense of helplessness arose in his heart — what was he revising the manuscripts for? Their column had already been abolished, would Lin Ze really take the manuscript over and re-apply for publication?”

But the next day, his manuscript was published onto their public number, and there was even a byline under it — “Intern Editor: Yu Hao”.

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When Yu Hao saw those words, he felt like he had come back from the dead.

“Oh, there’s a byline too?” Yu Hao said, unable to hold back, flowers were blooming in his heart.

“Your post was supposed to be a ‘reporter’.” Lin Ze thought Yu Hao was upset about the title of “Intern Editor”. “But we have no editor now, so just make do with it and hold that post first ba. We’re in the midst of recruiting one now.”

“Recruiting your ass.” Situ Ye said, “4,500 a month in Beijing, no establishment, who would come? Even the cleaning aunts get 6,800 a month!”

“The cleaning aunts have six apartments.” Lin Ze said patiently, “How would you know if we won’t be able to recruit good youngsters who have more than ten apartments, have nothing better to do, and are full of ideals?”

Yu Hao was getting used to this sort of roasting and naturally added as he answered, “Then you’ll have to take aim at those like me who are raised by the rich. You’ll have to trick every single one you can catch.”

Situ Ye said, “That’s true, kids raised by the rich are the easiest to trick.”

The investigative reporter department was in unanimous agreement. Yu Hao said, “When will we be going out to investigate?”

“Cherish the time now ba.” Lin Ze said, “Right now the department isn’t considered to be truly established yet. When we have to go out for a project, you’ll know what it feels like.”

Situ Ye said, “You won’t get bitten by dogs while sitting here, I think that’s pretty good.”

Yu Hao, “I think Jin Laoshi is really suited to being an investigative reporter.”

Situ Ye said, “Jin Laoshi used to be in Anbao newspaper’s basketball team, he’s crazy fast when he runs. I just realised that investigative reporters have to be able to run really fast; that’s a fundamental survival skill.”

Yu Hao felt a bit eager to try now; he was really looking forward to conducting interviews soon. After all, his motivation for coming to this newspaper was to conduct interviews. Yet looking at Lin Ze and Situ Ye, they seemed a little fed up with it, and most interview assignments recently had been left to Jin Weicheng since they didn’t want to take a step out of the office.

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“Write the manuscripts ba.” After Jin Weicheng returned, he threw his notebook at Yu Hao. A ton of small incidents were in it, then he said to Lin Ze, “Chief, the chief editorial office is looking for you.”

Lin Ze got up and left as he prepared to participate in a palace fight. Situ Ye bought a rice cooker and cooked rice for them in the office. Yu Hao began sorting out Jin Weicheng’s manuscripts. Normally, the manuscript should have been written by the reporter before it was handed to Yu Hao, then after Yu Hao reviewed and corrected it, he would pass it to the general office for publication. But the column that Lin Ze had applied for had been abolished. Everyone was furious, though fortunately they still had a public number.

“You can’t write it like that.” Jin Weicheng watched Yu Hao sort out the manuscript as he sat beside him. Yu Hao typed a sentence before deleting it and changed the style. The initial draft was always really messy, with whatever he thought of just being scribbled down, and Jin Weicheng kept interrupting him as well, which made Yu Hao feel very gloomy. After bumping around here and there to come up with the first draft, he started to revise it. What irritated Yu Hao the most now was revising manuscripts — he could end up revising just one manuscript countless times until he felt like throwing his laptop away.

Every time he thought, “it should be okay this time”, Jin Weicheng would come up with a bunch of suggestions , and the worst was when the suggestions were also really vague.

Yu Hao, “I think these are all small news; it won’t be easy to develop.”

Jin Weicheng said, “Small news, big feelings. You need to dig out something from it that would move people, don’t always think about working on big news.”

After Yu Hao finished revising the last manuscript and thought that he had satisfied Jin Laoshi’s requests, the other party said, “Leave it for a night and come back to it again tomorrow, then you’ll think that it won’t do anymore.”

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Situ Ye finished braising sausages in the rice cooker, “It’s time to eat, so get off work after eating ba. Why doesn’t the hit count on this public number ever go up? It’s so depressing.”