Seizing Dreams Chapter 121.1 - Criticism

Chapter 121 part1

“Lin Ze, look at this ma.n.u.script yourself.” Vice Editor-in-Chief said, “This isn’t your previous newspaper! You had better remember that! I’ve already told you on the first day you came! Don’t do the same here as you’ve done in that local media company of yours!”

On top were two ma.n.u.scripts by Yu Hao, and quite a few sentences had been crossed out. Before National Day, Yu Hao had handed it to Lin Ze, who then gave it to Jin Weicheng. Jin Weicheng hadn’t read through it yet, but Lin Ze thought he had, so he asked Yu Hao if there were any problems. Yu Hao had said “I don’t think there should be any problems”, and Lin Ze didn’t look through it carefully before turning it in. However, what Yu Hao meant was, “I don’t think there’s any problems handing in the ma.n.u.script to you” and not that it could be published right away.

“He’s an intern, so he doesn’t understand.” Vice Editor-in-Chief said, “But do you not understand as well?!”

Lin Ze quickly said, “It’s my responsibility, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Yu Hao was pelted as soon as he came in and was currently in a bewildered state. The vice Editor-in-Chief pointed at him, “You, go outside! Stand in front of the entire editorial department! And read your ma.n.u.script! Read it yourself! Do you have the face to read it?! Have you ever studied ma.s.s media at all!?”

Lin Ze said, “He studies psychology.”

Vice Editor-in-Chief said, “Then why are you in this profession? I don’t think you’re suited to be an editor, reconsider your choices ba. Looks like you can keep your calm in such an urgent situation, your skin’s probably as thick as the Great Wall. Why don’t you go be a counsellor instead?”

“That……chief,” Lin Ze couldn’t really stand it anymore either, “I’ll supervise and urge him to improve.”

“I think it should be you, Lin Ze! You’re the one in most dire need of improvement!” The vice Editor-in-Chief said, “Lin Ze! What kind of person did you recruit?”

Yu Hao remained silent. Lin Ze gathered the ma.n.u.scripts, “I’ll get him to fix it now.”

“Your column will be cancelled for now.” Vice Editor-in-Chief said, “You can reapply when your ma.n.u.scripts pa.s.s through group 2’s review, that’ll be it for now.”

Lin Ze closed the door and took Yu Hao out.

His last sentence was fatal. Yu Hao almost couldn’t breathe for a moment. Lin Ze didn’t say a word as he walked in front.

“Want a cig?” Lin Ze took out a pack of cigarettes.

“I don’t smoke.” Yu Hao said, but he still accepted Lin Ze’s cigarette. Lin Ze casually lit it up for him with a vexed expression.

“What does it mean to have our column cancelled?” Yu Hao felt unresigned and wanted to reconfirm, “Did I cause trouble for you?”

“Politics, struggles between factions accounts for 80%.” Lin Ze said, “Quality of the ma.n.u.scripts accounts for 20%, it was my own negligence.”

Yu Hao said, “Is there any way to salvage it?”

Lin Ze didn’t say anything and smoked for a while. Yu Hao took a puff too and started coughing violently. He looked at the cigarette in his hand and frowned.

“Don’t listen to him.” Lin Ze said, “No one is born to work in a certain profession, it’s all learned. Have a little confidence in yourself, go back and revise the ma.n.u.script ba.”

Yu Hao stared at the hazy fog enshrouding Beijing in the distance and remembered Situ Ye’s photo — the beautiful sunrise. He sighed, then got up and went back to revise the ma.n.u.scripts.

“There’s no need to go that far ba.” After Situ Ye read through the ma.n.u.script, he said, “Is he impotent? He has such a bad temper? This ma.n.u.script is already really good okay?”

Lin Ze was irritated too, “Don’t talk anymore, work ba. We can’t afford another mistake with the public number, there’s not much traffic coming in yet. Starting from October, the newspaper will introduce a Follow quota, if we can’t hit it, there’ll be someone else waiting to take over.”

Situ Ye released a flurry of fluent Chongqing swear words and called on the vice Editor-in-Chief’s ancestors. Yu Hao said, “I really don’t know how to revise it, I really think this ma.n.u.script……”

Lin Ze glanced at Yu Hao. Jin Weicheng had gone out for an interview, Situ Ye said, “Jin Laoshi’s handwriting is really beautiful, and his train of thought is very clear too. But the published text is always a summarised version. If you don’t take some time out to teach Yu Hao, he won’t be able to make head or tail of any lines of reasoning.”

Lin Ze said, “But the key point is that my text is the shortened version as well, you know?!”

Yu Hao said, “Then I’ll ask the chief editor of the general office.”

“I’ll do it first, pay attention.” Lin Ze took the paper ma.n.u.script and sat down with Yu Hao, “You need to change your mindset about interview ma.n.u.scripts. Did you learn about ma.n.u.scripts from Xiao Mei? It’s barely pa.s.sable for publishing onto Internet media, but it is sorely lacking for a newspaper publication. I used to work in local media, and the vice Editor-in-Chief was right. I didn’t think that censorship would be so strict here.”

Yu Hao arduously revised the ma.n.u.scripts 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 ma.n.u.script 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 ma.n.u.scripts — revising all these ma.n.u.scripts 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 ma.n.u.scripts for? Their column had already been abolished, would Lin Ze really take the ma.n.u.script over and re-apply for publication?”

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

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 t.i.tle 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 a.s.s.” 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 a.s.signments recently had been left to Jin Weicheng since they didn’t want to take a step out of the office.

“Write the ma.n.u.scripts 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 partic.i.p.ate 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 ma.n.u.scripts. Normally, the ma.n.u.script should have been written by the reporter before it was handed to Yu Hao, then after Yu Hao reviewed and corrected it, he would pa.s.s 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 ma.n.u.script 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 b.u.mping 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 ma.n.u.scripts — he could end up revising just one ma.n.u.script 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 ma.n.u.script 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.”

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.”