usatvline Chapter 79 Demons and monsters, nothing more than that!
Chapter 79 Demons and monsters, nothing more than that!
Chapter 79 Demons and monsters, nothing more than that!
"what's the situation?"
As soon as Yu Huan answered Director Li's call, he continued to ask:
"what happened?"
……
It was 11:30 a.m.
Director Li felt that he had just closed his eyes and had not yet fallen into a deep sleep. He had only dozed off for a short while when he was startled awake by a phone call.
Too sleepy!
My eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand-pound block of iron.
Director Li shook his head, trying to dispel the drowsiness.
On the phone, Editor-in-Chief Zhao praised him for his keen news sense, saying that he led the new media department to follow up on the shooting incident immediately and grab the headlines.
Then he changed the subject, saying that the young people under his command used too impetuous and sharp language, which might have a negative impact on the image of Jiangnan Morning Post.
There's no need to put on airs with a big brother who's been around for decades.
When Old Zhao pressed Director Li about intelligence channels, he was still not clear-headed and, in a daze, only managed to say, "I don't know!"
He is sleeping.
He really doesn't know anything!
They, the Jiangnan Morning Post, don't have any overseas correspondents! Who knows where they got their firsthand news from!
It was probably all orchestrated by that kid Yu Huan...
But why was the report published so quickly?
He really doesn't know!
Director Li pondered to himself, noting that Old Zhao's tone seemed a bit serious.
What exactly did that kid post on the new media platform?
After all, Zhao Yuan, Old Zhao's nephew, and Yu Huan didn't get along.
On one side is the elder brother whose influence still lingers, and on the other is the old friend who is about to take over as editor-in-chief.
We have to take care of both sides.
He's a shrewd and calculating man. These past few days, he's been leaving the new media department to his own devices, letting the two young people handle things, because he's afraid that if one of them doesn't handle things well, it might offend someone.
Director Li didn't say much to avoid any complications. After hanging up with Lao Zhao, he quickly called Yu Huan.
He immediately launched into a barrage of questions: "What's going on? What happened?"
Director Li only heard a smile in Yu Huan's voice:
"Uncle Li, there's just been a school shooting in Connecticut, USA, that has left more than 20 people dead, including the gunman. I've already notified everyone to rush back to the newspaper office to work overtime. Or—see you later?"
"What!?" Director Li jumped out of bed and grabbed his coat in the dark, pulling it over his shoulders. "A school shooting?"
The events taking place in the United States, across the ocean, especially the number of deaths, were enough to shock the world without even needing to think.
This is breaking news!
His professional journalistic skills instantly invigorated him, and his previously muddled mind became crystal clear.
He said repeatedly, "I'll head back to the Lianhe Zaobao building right away."
The commotion woke up his wife, who shared his bed with him. She mumbled, "Old Li, what's wrong?"
Breaking news!
"Oh."
She closed her eyes, and soft snoring immediately followed...
Director Li dressed in the dark, opened the bedroom door, and entered the living room. In the dim light, he noticed a computer screen in the corner flickering with a faint light.
Li Qianqian was intently staring at the screen, her hands rapidly typing on the keyboard.
He was wearing soft slippers, so his footsteps were naturally silent, and she didn't notice him as he approached.
Director Li took a closer look and found that Li Qianqian was completely focused, actually engaging in a heated debate under the Jiangnan Morning Post's Weibo account. She tagged and retweeted a comment from a self-reflective person, whose language had a touch of Xun Ge's style:
Why should the events in the US prompt reflection? You petty scoundrels on the internet are like cockroaches, hiding in dark corners, occasionally emitting piercing screechs!
Patriotic sentiments are overflowing.
Then, on her own Weibo account, she typed eight more words: 'Demons and monsters, nothing more than that!'
Director Li couldn't help but cough: "Qianqian."
The call shattered the silence, like an invisible hand that instantly pierced her thoughts, pulling her back to reality from the world of the internet.
Li Qianqian turned her head sharply to look at the source of the sound; her father's profile was shrouded in shadow in the dim light.
Yet you can still clearly see that he is smiling.
Li Qianqian breathed a soft sigh of relief: "Dad, you're up?"
"Yes, as you saw, there's breaking news. I have to go to the newspaper office to work overtime." Director Li said, walking behind Li Qianqian, bending down to operate the mouse, and returning to the Jiangnan Morning Post's Weibo page: "Let me see."
"After plundering land and purging indigenous people, they repay kindness with enmity, yet they shamelessly establish Thanksgiving."
“Japan’s children are like miniature nuclear reactors on the move. They can wear short skirts and shorts in sub-zero temperatures, carry 20 kilograms of weight, and walk 50 kilometers.”
"Instead of a domineering statement, the US passport also contains the phrase 'AVOID VIOLATING FOREIGN LAWS,' which means 'avoid violating foreign laws' and serves as a reminder to Americans not to cause trouble when traveling abroad."
"Owning a gun does not equal freedom."
Director Li mumbled repeatedly.
Flick the mouse wheel with your fingertips to slowly turn the pages.
No wonder Lao Zhao called to say that young people's language is too impetuous and sharp!
While many of the pro-Japanese and pro-American comments and articles circulating online are indeed flawed and cannot withstand scrutiny, this one is just too sharp and incisive!
However, it was very effective. In just over an hour, there were more than 3,000 comments and over 10,000 reposts.
He has many supporters, but there are a few sarcastic ones, and they are being severely criticized in the comments section.
Late Friday night, just before the weekend, Director Li put down his mouse and left home, saying, "Go to sleep early, I need to go to the newspaper building to work overtime for a while."
"Oh."
Li Qianqian nodded, unsurprised.
Before becoming the director of the research department, her father was still an editor. Even on New Year's Eve, a phone call would force him to work overtime and stay up all night to finish a draft.
For media professionals, rushing to catch news and meet deadlines means working overtime is commonplace.
On such a cold winter night.
After leaving the residential building, Director Li took a deep breath of the crisp, cool air, strolled to the parking lot in the courtyard, got into his car, and started the engine.
On the way to the Zaobao building, I unexpectedly caught a glimpse of Yu Huan.
He rode his electric scooter, wearing a helmet and carrying a laptop bag, speeding along the non-motorized vehicle lane with his head down.
The cold wind made the handsome young man huddle up.
What a coincidence!
Director Li smiled, lowered the passenger window, and gently honked the horn.
Yu Huan turned her head and met Director Li's gaze. She immediately grinned and nodded at him as a greeting.
The car overtook the electric scooter and passed it by.
Yu Huan held the handlebars steadily, the two wheels moving slowly and steadily, watching Director Li's taillights disappear into the distance.
(End of this chapter)