novelinnhs Chapter 89 Making Big News
Chapter 89 Making Big News
With things having escalated to this point, and all the venting already done, there was no point in continuing the stalemate. So, Lü Zhizhe decided to back down and agreed to the other party's proposal.
Lu Zhizhe glanced at Chen Che and gestured for him to come with him, but just as Chen Che was about to leave, he was stopped by a young man wearing glasses in the crowd.
Just as Chen Che was wondering, the other party introduced himself and took out his ID from his pocket to show him: "Hello, I am a reporter from the Yangtze Evening Post. My name is Zhang Ping. May I talk to you about something?"
Although Chen Che did not know the other party's intentions, his special status made him nod in agreement. He whispered a few words to Lü Zhizhe and then walked with the other party to a slightly secluded corner.
"What's wrong with you?" Chen Che asked.
Zhang Ping didn't answer directly, but first confirmed, "You know that Mr. Lü from earlier, right? What's your surname?"
"Er Dong Chen," Chen Che nodded, "we're in the same group."
"Yes," Zhang Ping said excitedly after confirming that it was true, "I think what just happened has a chance to make the front page of the social section of the Yangtze Evening Post. You should know about the Yangtze Evening Post, right?"
"Of course." Chen Che nodded. The Yangtze Evening Post is the newspaper with the largest circulation in the province. It can be said that everyone in the province knows it and has a great influence. When Chen Che was in middle school, he often read it and would fill in Sudoku puzzles on the last page when he had nothing to do.
"I hope we can do an exclusive interview in the next few days, sort out all the necessary information, and finish the draft as soon as possible. Is that alright with you?"
After thinking for a moment, Chen Che agreed without hesitation.
Smartphones and mobile apps are still relatively new, and they can't compare to the future where you can simply take a picture of something and post it online, adding a couple of words and everyone becomes a self-media creator.
However, more and more people are getting used to reading news on their mobile phones, and even traditional print media, computer websites and other channels still have a large readership, making editing into articles a necessary task.
Seeing how readily he agreed, Zhang Ping immediately took out his phone to add him as a friend and asked him a few questions to help him sort out his thoughts.
"What kind of work do you and your friend do now?" Zhang Ping asked.
Chen Che shook his head and said, "We're all still students."
Zhang Ping was taken aback. He had just seen Lü Zhizhe holding the BMW car keys and assumed he was at least middle class, but it turned out he was still a student.
My original headline was: BMW's move not only betrayed its long-time customers, but also chilled the hearts of Chinese consumers.
No problem, journalism is the art of headlines, so I quickly changed it in my mind: "Young students, full of youthful vigor, angrily denounce discriminatory treatment at a car show."
"What do you two know about the automotive industry, or what are your opinions on it?"
"I think the backwardness of our country's automobile industry is temporary, and it will definitely catch up or even surpass us in the future."
Hmm... Zhang Ping silently revised the title in his mind again: "Youthful Spirit of Students, Denunciation of Discriminatory Treatment at Auto Show, and a Look Towards the Future of National Industry..."
"What do you think...?"
After asking a few more questions, Zhang Ping sent the outline he had just drafted to Chen Che, telling him to prepare well and put it into writing so that the interview would be more effective and efficient.
Chen Che naturally had no objections.
After Zhang Ping left, Chen Che waited for Lü Zhizhe to arrive.
In the other lounge, the person in charge spoke gently and soothed his emotions, which made Lü Zhizhe feel much better. When the person in charge brought him a glass of water, Lü Zhizhe took it but held onto the person's hand tightly.
"Ms. Wen, I hope you understand. Actually, I didn't mean to make things difficult. BMW is such an old brand with so many years of history. How can you do something that hurts consumers' feelings? BMW might as well change its name to WMB: Free Ice Cream for Foreigners. I hope you will pay more attention to prevent similar things from happening again."
Ms. Wen, the person in charge, nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice: "Okay, Mr. Lü, rest assured, we will definitely learn from what happened today and prevent it from happening again."
Miss Wen remained calm and composed, inwardly cursing that this lecherous scoundrel was taking advantage of her, but there was nothing she could do but endure it.
After saying that, he tried to pull his hand out of Lü Zhizhe's hand, but found that he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried.
Lu Zhizhe continued with a lecherous look in his eyes, "Actually, my family also owns a company, and we have some experience in business management. We can have an in-depth discussion and exchange with you tonight."
"Hehe, no need, we have a fairly complete management system in place." Ms. Wen pulled her hand away with one more effort.
"It's fine if we don't talk about business management..."
Original problems, a cold war between partners, children's behavior, estrangement between lovers, gossip among close relatives, surrounding news, class differences, resentment towards the rich, social contradictions, military strategy, great power rivalry, the evolution of life, the end of the universe, the unknown abyss, melodramatic plots, regrettable stories...
You can talk to me about any of these things; I'm happy to listen.
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Chen Che saw Lü Zhizhe come out of the lounge looking dejected; the person in charge hadn't agreed to go to the hotel that evening to see the luminous watch he had just bought.
Chen Che came up to him and told him about the reporter who had approached him earlier.
Lu Zhizhe was always a show-off and a bit of a show-off, so his eyes lit up when he heard that.
But upon closer reflection, it seemed that all that tantrums he'd thrown around by himself wasn't anything particularly impressive, and he began to hesitate.
"Brother, I feel like this isn't exactly presentable," Lu Zhizhe said, somewhat embarrassed.
"Not presentable? You've got it wrong, bro. This is far too presentable." Chen Che quickly explained when he saw that Lü Zhizhe still didn't understand the underlying logic.
"This time, it was BMW's booth that was discriminating against us. We were passionate college students speaking out for justice, and we also took the opportunity to talk about our vision for the national automobile industry and awaken the national sentiment of the Chinese people. Wouldn't that be a sure way to make headlines in the social news?"
Lu Zhizhe's eyes lit up when he heard this, and Chen Che asked another question: "Does your dad's company provide work uniforms?"
Lü Zhizhe nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?"
Chen Che chuckled: "This is a free GG slot."
"Uh... what does that mean?" Lu Zhizhe didn't understand again.
Chen Che continued, "Think about it, it doesn't matter who gets the project. Qualifications still depend on connections, and connections still depend on luck. Who knows, maybe one day the leaders will see in the newspaper that there's such a company with nationalistic sentiments, and then the opportunity will come, right?"
"Holy crap, that actually makes sense," Lü Zhizhe exclaimed, then added, "So, could your startup project also use this to beat them to a pulp?"
The two men smiled at each other, as if Sun Ce had approached Zhou Yu.
Suddenly, Lü Zhizhe muttered to himself, "Sigh, but I already promised the person in charge that I wouldn't pursue this matter."
Just as Chen Che was about to speak, he heard Lü Zhizhe say, as if consoling himself:
"Forget it, I only promised her I wouldn't hold it against her today, I didn't say I wouldn't hold it against her in the future."
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That's good; people who can comfort themselves won't get stuck on trivial matters.
On the way back, the two chatted as they walked towards the car.
"Dude, I thought rich guys like you would blindly fawn over foreign brands and think everything foreign is better."
Upon hearing this, Lü Zhizhe scoffed dismissively: "Brother, once you've actually been abroad and seen the world, you'll know that the moon isn't rounder overseas at all."
"If you say that there are advanced management techniques and models abroad, then I believe you, and we can learn from them."
"But if you think that foreign countries are paradise on earth and are willing to be a 'yellow-skinned banana' (meaning someone who is culturally Westernized but whose skin is yellow), then I can only laugh."
"As for those so-called middle-class people, they don't treat themselves well in China, but want to be second-class citizens abroad. I can only wish them good luck."
"My father left me such a legacy, why would I want to go abroad and become a laborer?"
Chen Che thought about it and agreed, nodding in approval.
As they spoke, the two had already reached the car. Lü Zhizhe patted his pockets, looking confused, and muttered to himself, "Huh? Where are the keys?"
Chen Che immediately realized what was going on.
"Dude, didn't you break the key yourself...?"
"Holy crap?! It really is! How are we going to get back...?"
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