Editor-in-chief Ji Zhongya is hosting tomorrow's final conference on selling news.

In fact, it is to finally determine which article to be published, and then send it to the layout and print it.

In the past, this meeting usually had to be started one day in advance, otherwise the process would not be too late.

So at that time, newspapers often had "outside the bill". In fact, new major news could not catch up with the new issue of newspapers, but they wanted to seize the time limit, so they published an additional issue.

Now with an advanced laser scheduling system, the time for the fixed version can be placed until 7 or 8 o'clock the night before the publication is published. The layout process can also be modified in the middle. The most advanced system can even make modifications in the middle when printing - but then what has been printed will be invalidated. The cost is too high, and few people will do this.

Ji Zhongya took a sip of tea and looked at several editors: "Then, that's the decision. The front page headlines use the Beca Valley, and the Israeli Air Force's F15 photos should be clear and powerful! After all, we are also equipped with the same model of aircraft.

"Professor Qianjiang's affairs are just a farce, but this girl looks very good, so many people should like it when the photos are published."

At this time, an editor suggested: "You can cut a small piece on the front page and put a photo of Miss Fujii, which will attract attention."

"Yes, choose one that highlights your figure." Ji Zhongya said

The editors all showed a look of understanding.

At this moment, the door of the editor's office was opened, and an executive editor held a magazine in his hand: "Editor, it's not good! Look at the new weekly magazine Fang Chun!"

Yayi Ji Zhong couldn't help but frown. Selling news is a serious newspaper, daily newspaper, and the content in each issue includes everything from domestic news to overseas wars and famines to celebrity gossip.

Weekly Fang Chun is indeed very good at captivating social hot spots, but the hot spots they make will at most affect the content planning of selling news and entertainment versions.

So Ji Zhongya and the editor rashly interrupted the final version, but he always gave people the impression that he was good at listening to the opinions of his subordinates, so he could not lose his character at this time.

So he took the magazine handed over by the editor: "Let me take a look."

The moment he saw the cover, Ji Zhongya's expression changed.

"I really dare to do it, weekly Fang Chun." He muttered.

Several group editors and team leaders looked puzzled and stretched their heads to look at the magazine in the editor's hand.

As soon as Ji Zhongya opened the inner page, the title page of the pull page was turned out.

The leaders of the group below clearly saw this.

The entertainment team muttered: "I believe this girl said she was a model."

The leader of the social news group said: "If you have this appearance, you are still a student at Zhizhi University, a standard rich wife, don't think about it."

Yoshiakama looked up and glared at the team leaders: "I will talk about this kind of topic in Izakaya."

Several team leaders hurriedly raised their faces.

Ji Zhongya closed the page with a handful of pulling it, flipped to the page of the article, and browsed it quickly.

"Hmph, Huafang Takashi, don't think that if I change my pen name, I can't recognize your pen that is amazing and endless." Ji Zhongya closed the magazine and threw it to the editorial team leader who was closest to him.

Several team leaders immediately gathered together to look around.

Ji Zhongyao just picked up the cup and blew it at the hot tea that had just been poured into the cup.

Several editors and team leaders quickly finished reading - they are all professional, and you can tell that this thing is about the weight.

"Do you want to change the front page headlines?" asked the leader of the social news group.

"Switch! Ask me which critic can you contact now. It's too late to interview. Let's get a comment to fill in the page."

"Which direction is the comment?" asked the leader of the social news group.

"No, of course, I'll talk to Ximian first. Also, I'll call on a few reporters to come back to work overtime and go to Zhidao to see if I can block a few students."

"What about now?" The leader of the social news group looked at the watch.

The leader of the entertainment news team patted him on the shoulder: "Do you want me to lend you people? Our entertainment news is chasing news all the time."

"Is it a rumor?" the leader of the sports news team laughed, "It's much easier for us to just sit in the venue. Sometimes it's too long to work overtime in football games."

Kizunaya clapped her hands: "Okay OK! Take action! The photography team will choose a suitable photo to highlight the beauty of this girl and be sad!

"There is not only the page for tomorrow. The interview is ready. I hope we can post a special investigation on this news the day after tomorrow! Anyway, it must be faster than Chaoyue News!"

**

In fact, Ji Zhongya was too worried, and only they noticed the upcoming weekly magazine Fang Chun.

Their main competitor, tomorrow's front-page headlines, is either Israel's F15 or Baghdad's burning oil well.

Ji Zhongya got the opportunity as she wished.

The students who stayed at school until late that day encountered interviews with reporters from Maisai News.

Professor Qianjiang died of vomiting blood and spread widely in school. It is basically the topic of conversation among students after dinner these days, and everyone can gossip.

In addition, Professor Qianjiang is not very popular among students. He is a scheming person and is strict in correcting homework. The most important thing is that he likes bad students and has a lot of students who have opinions about him.

So when the reporter asked the professor's character questions, many students added fuel to the fire.

These reporters ran to the school at 8 or 9 o'clock at night, and the teaching building and library were closed.

Japanese universities do not provide dormitory areas like domestic schools. Students all live in dormitory areas.

Students who are still staying in school at this time basically do their own club activities in the club building. It would be strange if they have a good impression of old scholars like Professor Qianjiang.

In fact, those who can block the students are lucky. One group of reporters simply blocked them as the "social youth" who came here for a walk.

Most of these people know a few friends who went to Zhidao University, and they all heard the news that they had changed a lot. Now, when the reporter asked, he was excited to double the information that was already adding fuel to the fire, and then he threw it to the reporter.

So before public opinion really fermented, the image of a stubborn, pedantic and a little lustful reactionary scholar became spontaneously full.

**

The next morning, I naturally got up early again with Ma.

He went out to see if the newspaper today was delivered.

Unfortunately, the mailbox at the door was empty.

So he opened his voice to Ma and asked Chiyoko who was preparing breakfast in the house: "Xiao Chi, when will the newspapers be delivered?"

"No one has sent it!" Chiyoko's voice came from the kitchen through the smoke exhaust pipe. "The whole neighborhood has been dismantled so that only our family is left. Only our family orders for newspapers, so no one has delivered it. All Ah Mao brought it back by the way."

When he scratched his head with the horse, he was looking forward to today's big show.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, today's daily newspaper will probably not have any reflection. Mikako's news can probably occupy one page in the second and third editions, and a large amount of her photos are all her photos.

The big bomb of the weekly magazine Fang Chun detonated, and the shock wave will spread for a few days.

I am still too impatient.

He Ma scratched his head and reflected on himself seriously. At this time, he heard a sound on his second floor. He looked up and saw Mikako opening the window and stretching in the window.

Since Professor Qianjiang blew up blood, Mikako has lived in the dojo - she has been here for two months during the summer vacation and has not taken away anything, which is quite convenient.

Mikako stretched her arms in the morning light and stretched her joints to the fullest.

Looking up from below, he actually felt that the monkey had a bit of a goddess-like smell.

This must be the magic filter that comes with dawn.

At this time, Mikako, who was sleepy, saw the Kama downstairs and asked in confusion: "Kama, what are you doing?"

"I'm looking at you." He Ma answered truthfully.

Mikako looked down at herself in confusion: "What do I have to look good about?"

He Ma thought: Grass, so do you think you are ordinary and have nothing good to look at?

If I hadn't known Mikako's character well, I would have thought she was in Versailles.

Mikako's brain was obviously not turning yet. She thought about the window for a few seconds, but still didn't expect anything good to look at her, so she showed a look of "Forget it, don't care."

"I'm hungry, is breakfast ready?"

"Not yet. You come down first, let's do morning exercises."

"Okay!" Mikako agreed, grabbed the windowsill and flipped out the window, and slid down the eaves.

"I tell you that I thought of a very powerful move in my sleep, and today I can at least scare you!"

"Can you have some success? What are the tricks you think of in your dreams that can only scare me?" He Ma couldn't help but complain.

"There's no way, you're strong."

Just as Hema and Mikako walked towards the dojo, Amao rushed back in a hurry on the bicycle that rang everywhere except the bell and the gate.

"The newspaper is here today!" he shouted.

Hema: "Calm down, there is probably nothing good about the newspapers today..."

"Senior Sister Mikako has made the front page of the sales news!"

He was shocked with Ma. He had just finished his psychological construction. There would be no big show today in the Morning Post, and then the big show came.

“Is it on sale news this morning?”

"Yes, look!"

Amao stuffed the newspaper to Hema.

When I saw that the front page was a beautiful photo of Mikako, with a line of big words next to it: "The beautiful college student almost lost his academic qualifications because he was too beautiful?"
To be continued...