I am a "senior media person"

A few years ago, in some activities, it was often seen that when introducing guests, there was a title: "Senior Media Person".

Few people have used this identity in recent years, and they have been replaced by "new media people" or "media people".

It turns out that "senior media person" is a fashionable thing, just like shops selling "bell bottoms" and "radish pants" in earlier years, which are specially labeled to attract people who like to keep up with fashion.

I have been called "senior media person" countless times, perhaps because my other names are not loud enough to attract attention. On some occasions when I am invited, the organizer will take the initiative to give me this label that is enough to support his face.

I can't refute this arrangement, because I am really "senior". Since 1993 entered the news industry, both newspapers and TV stations have worked as front-line reporters and editors, with at least 25 years of media experience. In order to report the news, I also traveled all over China and experienced some major news events that once sensationalized China. The word "senior" is true. If you count your previous "correspondent" status, you have at least 30 years of experience.

I want to ask weakly, do you know what the "correspondent" is after 80, 90 and 00?

Before I entered the news media, I was already a "correspondent" for several newspapers, and I often wrote articles for them. I still have the pass issued by the newspaper.

You know, in those days, even if you had a dream, you didn't want to realize it.

And I have won almost all kinds of news awards in the media over the years, from the national level to the municipal level. This is also a little achievement, especially in addition to news works, I can also shoot documentaries, write professional articles, and be labeled as a "senior media person", which is worthy of the name.

However, I always feel that this brand is really a bit empty, and it is used to "bluff". Doing news, even if you are really "senior", may not be done well. Even if you just do it today, you may make a good news.

Forget it, I'm not an idiot. Who does not understand such a simple truth? It's just "The Emperor's New Clothes", because everyone needs face and needs a face-saving identity, and I can't avoid it.

Fortunately, I have left the media and reduced a lot of meaningless activities, so I don't need such a label. Because of this, the scene of my first interview with a newspaper 26 years ago reappeared in my mind, and it was from that day that my "journalism career" began.

1993 I went through a "leave without pay" in my former company, came to Chengdu, and started a "glory drift" and started my long-cherished dream pursuit.

"Leave without pay"? There is an old word that needs to be explained. It is estimated that people under 40 can't understand it.

This is a talent flow mechanism implemented by the country after the reform and opening up. Simply put, if you can't get a salary in the company, you can go out and find a job for yourself, but the company keeps your identity for you. What should I do if I fail to make a living? It is a more humane policy to leave a chance to come back.

At that time, there was no word "drifting north", let alone "drifting Rong", but I actually came to a foreign land and began to drift. It seems simple now, but in the 1990s, it took a lot of courage to get rid of the iron rice bowl and find a job by yourself. Not everyone dares to take this step. I did such a desperate thing only because I had a dream of being a reporter.

Rong Piao's life is not smooth, because even in a provincial capital city like Chengdu, "social recruitment" is still a new thing. The unit needs personnel, so it is impossible to "advertise it widely" in the media, or it is a habitual small-scale digestion.

In order to survive, I first found an advertising company to work, and used a little art knowledge I learned before to design a trademark for my customers, which was recognized by some customers. I remember that I designed a set of liquor trademarks, and the customers were very satisfied. The company also gave me the 500 yuan Prize. You know, that's my living expenses for two months.

For me, the most important thing is not the bonus, but reading the newspaper every day to get to know the local news, and more importantly, seeing if there are any job advertisements in the media.

One day three months later, I finally saw a job advertisement the size of tofu in Bao Shu. This newspaper wants to recruit some reporters.

My heart suddenly shook: isn't this the opportunity I've been looking for? Isn't it my dream to be a reporter? Isn't "Rong Piao" today?

I clearly remember1May 23rd, 993. One Sunday morning, I went to the second-hand market in Huifu, north of the city, spent 30 yuan to buy a worn-out bicycle, and went south along the central axis of Chengdu, and found No.34 Shaanxi Street, where the Sichuan branch of Xinhua News Agency is located.

At the corner of the corridor on the second floor, there is a simple table, and a girl with long hair and surname Hao receives the candidates. I was a little surprised when I first saw her. She doesn't look like a native of Chengdu at all, just like the northern girl I saw when I was studying in Beijing. She is tall and strong. But her authentic Chengdu dialect makes me feel like "dancing" in minutes.

Xiao Hao was expressionless and answered every question of the applicant very calmly. Later, when we got to know each other, we found out that she was a super joker. She said it was all fake that day, and at last her whole face cramped.

Being a reporter was my dream when I was young. Maybe this idea is too strong. When I was waiting for an interview in front of the editing room, I was shaking with nervousness. At this moment, I suddenly felt a hand pressing heavily on my shoulder.

When I looked up, I saw a smiling face with a red face. He was very handsome and a few years older than me. He smiled and stared at me: Did you apply? I responded to him with a zombie smile in embarrassment. He said, relax, it's nothing. Say that finish, head high left.

Xiao Hao told me that he is Yang Li, deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper. In the Sichuan Branch of Xinhua News Agency, his ability to write manuscripts is also among the best.

Before applying, I learned from Bao Shu that the name of the editor-in-chief was He Xiaolin. I timidly pushed open the door of the editor's office. At first glance, my heart thumped. It is broken. Is this general appearance too similar to the image of "Sichuan mouse" outlined in my mind? Small, lean and slim, looking at me with bright eyes.

Before I came to Chengdu, many good people around me kept reminding me: Chengdu people are rats, so you should be careful!

Actually, I don't need to be reminded that I have personal experience. A friend knows a young man in Pixian County, Chengdu. He opened a motorcycle repair shop in our hometown and often saw him riding a motorcycle in the small town. For the young people in the town, this is too eye-catching.

My colleague told me that he was given 2000 yuan, and he promised to go back to Chengdu to get him a second-hand motorcycle. Later, several friends gave him money to get a motorcycle, and I was a little tempted, but I was also helpless and even more afraid of motorcycles. The man also enlightened me and promised to teach me for five minutes. I finally gave up because I couldn't ride a bike. Two months later, I heard from my colleagues that Pixian baby is gone forever. They also made a special trip to Pixian County, Chengdu to look for it, but it was still fruitless.

He always received me warmly, without saying much, but simply asked me some information. He has always stressed that what newspapers value is not your diploma, but your practical work ability. Later, I learned that Mr. He enjoyed the reputation of "three strokes of Xinhua" in Xinhua News Agency. You know, in Xinhua, a place where talented people come forth in large numbers, you can't get such a title overnight, but you can make some progress.

I majored in literature in Beijing. Although I have been a reporter for several years, I really want to write news articles from scratch. After the first draft came out, He Laoshi patiently explained to me the problems existing in the draft, and what else needed to be added. It was revised three times a week, and the manuscript was finally published in the newspaper.

Early the next morning, I bought a newspaper at the newsstand and walked all the way to the newspaper office. As soon as I stepped into the corner of the second floor of the newspaper office, I heard a familiar voice from the other end of the corridor: What are you writing nonsense? Have you made it clear?

I was petrified in an instant and didn't know how to answer. Chun Yan, a colleague who just entered the door, comforted me: Ignore him, Miss Yang is very noisy.

In a daze, I was pushed into the office, and Miss Yang followed me. I was about to speak when Chun Yan choked back my words: Miss Yang, did you make it clear? This is a continuous report. How do you finish a story? You can wait until the next issue.

Teacher Yang stared blankly for a moment, didn't know what she did, and turned away. I quickly asked Chun Yan: Are there any other questions? Why don't I know? Chun Yan lowered his voice: I lied to Miss Yang. I opened my mouth wide in surprise: huh? How can this work? How to do the work without a manuscript? Chunyan smiled: you are a bumpkin, too honest, just say you haven't interviewed anyone, what's the difference! Chun Yan picked up the teacup and opened the water at the other end of the corridor. I heard her laughter from near to far.

I was speechless and petrified again.

Chun Yan is tall and thin, wearing a pair of glasses with high myopia. She used to be a teacher in a university in Chengdu. She quit her job because she liked journalism. She is generous and quick-talking. I always have a feeling that Chun Yan must have been a chivalrous man in his last life, much like the characters written by Mr. Jin Yong.

At that time, Chengdu Business Daily and Huaxi Dushi Bao had not yet been born, and Chengdu Evening News was the main newspaper industry in Chengdu. Every afternoon, every corner of the city can hear the sound of selling Chengdu Evening News. In the streets, parks and tea shops, citizens who are reading Chengdu Evening News can be seen everywhere, and even the tricycle master who is entertaining guests on the street is almost one. Everyone talks about everything. The topic can start with any news in the newspaper, from the president of the United States to Chengdu. Nothing just happened today.

Gradually, I got used to Mr. Yang's loud voice. While yelling at us, he explained the manuscript to us, which made us grow rapidly in the process. I remember a month later, at a working meeting of the newspaper, Mr. He Zong and Mr. Yang specially praised me, saying that I was the fastest growing reporter in the newspaper, which made me secretly happy for a while.

In my first year in Bao Shu, I published more than 300 news works, which means that for a newspaper published on Tuesday, I have several articles in each issue of the newspaper. Xiao Hao often jokes with me with a newspaper: You opened a special issue again today!

Teacher Yang discusses topics and manuscripts with us almost every day. Even her wife took the children to the newspaper to eat together, and she envied us single dog. Sometimes, her lover will treat us with more delicious food. In our eyes, all our hopes for the future are to have such a warm home.

Only I and a responsible editor of the newspaper, Lao Tang, came from other places and belonged to the early "glory drift", which naturally increased loneliness and loneliness. In our spare time, we walked slowly from Shaanxi Street to Tianfu Square, sat on the steps under the statue waved by Grandpa Mao, and stared at the traffic in front of us. My mind was blank, and there were many questions that could not be answered at that time, and I didn't know where the future was. Is this city our final destination? Which lamp in countless tall buildings belongs to me?

This scene should be a replica of the hearts of countless "glory drifters" later.

A few years later, because I published a critical report, it attracted the attention of the Sichuan Provincial Department of Culture. Once in the elevator of the Culture Department, I met the director. The director said that after reading my article, it was well written and my hanging heart was put down. Later, we talked several times. When he knew that I was still "Rong Piao", he suggested that I be transferred to the Cultural Department to be a reporter for Sichuan Culture News. So, I realized my wish to be a member of this city.

Because of the foundation of Sichuan culture newspaper, later, because of coincidence, I went to the TV station again. Like me, Lao Tang was officially transferred to Sichuan Newspaper Group. Occasionally, when we get together, we can't help thinking of sitting on the stone steps of Tianfu Square.

Whenever I think back, that kind of confusion still reveals a kind of happiness.

Into the TV station, the scope of work has expanded a lot. I began to interview all over the country, the pace of life was obviously accelerated, and my working ability was also improved a lot. Many difficult interview tasks have been completed and gained a lot. I remember that I had just returned from an interview in Northeast China and went to Taiwan Province to cook in the dining hall. When the master saw me, he put down his spoon and kept asking me, what happened to the man you interviewed?

Over the years, I have also brought countless interns from other places. Seeing them, I seem to see the shadow of my youth. Although the times are different, they, like me, have made a lot of efforts to realize their dreams and win a small development space for themselves.

In this process, in our hearts, there is always a ray of bright sunshine, which is the light and warmth brought to us by this city and strangers in this city.

On a new day, I came to my office, and through the wide glass partition wall, I saw a newly hired foreign child wearing hip-hop. While working, I sang loudly: I want to live in full bloom, just like flying in the vast sky. ...