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Chapter 3 Work, Family and Music (ask for a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket)

The metropolis of Yangcheng is turbulent, but the small city of Hecheng is calm.

Here, not many people have watched Yang Qian's video, and even if they did, they would not guess that Yang Qian is from Hecheng.

After returning home, Yang Qian came to the unit to report early, and quickly integrated into his new identity - a city-level TV reporter who followed the teacher to run news every day.

However, even if they are in the news, the old colleagues around them are not interested in these topics that have not yet reached the point of going out of the circle, and they have no access to them at all.

In addition, Yang Qian was very low-key and politely declined calls from Yangcheng media reporters who wanted to interview him, so it was even more impossible for everyone to know that Yang Qian caused such a big disturbance on the Internet!

……

"Xiao Yang, get ready, let's go to the Hejiang River."

Today Yang Qian arrived at the TV station early, his buttocks were still warm in the chair, the old reporter Ouyang Cheng who was in charge of leading him came in with a briefcase in one hand and a vacuum flask in the other.

Ouyang Cheng is actually only in his early 50s. I don't know if he has been engaged in copywriting work for a long time. Most of his temple hair has turned gray, and he looks quite vicissitudes.

However, Teacher Ouyang is not ordinary!
He is not only a senior reporter, but also a prose writer. He has published two books and won a national literary award. He has a high status in the Dutch literary world!
Yang Qian had also encountered such a scene where the deputy director of the unit met Ouyang Cheng and called him "Teacher Ouyang" respectfully before.

It can be said that Yang Qian was lucky to be able to keep up with such a powerful teacher as soon as he arrived at the unit!

It's just that another girl who joined the news department at the same time didn't envy him, because Ouyang Cheng likes to go to the villages, towns and villages, and it's a bit hard to follow him, and it's not easy to get ahead.

Why not follow another group of teachers to do special news about the city's congress...

Yang Qian didn't think too much about it. As soon as the teacher said, he immediately put down the things on his hands, packed up quickly, carried a computer bag, and followed in a hurry to get in the car.

"Teacher, is there any news about our going to the Hejiang River?"

In the car, Yang Qian asked curiously.

"Well, the Hejiang Jizui lychee is now on the market, and I heard that it is selling well. And this year, Shunfeng Express has reached cooperation with many farmers, and it will be shipped directly by Shunfeng cold chain, and it will not be damaged if it is sent to the whole country."

"Then the market has opened up! In the past, it was necessary to sell to dealers and buyers. Now you can open an online store directly, and when someone places an order online, you can go to the orchard to pick it up, and ship it on the spot, saving you the trouble in the middle." With the cost of one link, the income of fruit farmers should be greatly improved!"

Yang Qian immediately thought of the key point.

"That's right, but online stores have existed for a long time. The focus of our interview this time is still to focus on express delivery to the countryside and cold chain logistics to solve the pain points of the last mile of agricultural product sales."

Ouyang Cheng guided patiently.

……

Today's interview went relatively smoothly, and Yang Qian returned to the city at about 05:30 in the afternoon.

"There is no other arrangement this weekend, you go back and have a good rest."

Ouyang Cheng drove his own car, took Yang Qian to the intersection outside their community, and left in a hurry.

It's Friday, and he's rushing to pick up his daughter from school!

Yang Qian chatted with the teacher and learned that he has a daughter who is now in high school and is in the same school as his younger sister Yang Shihan, but Yang Shihan is one grade older than her.

Speaking of Yang Shihan, Yang Shihan ran to open the door!

"Mom, brother is back."

A handsome girl in school uniform with short hair cut to the ear opened the door ahead of him and shouted excitedly.

In fact, Yang Shihan just came back. She usually stays at the school. A few days ago, her brother came home and took a look at her at school, but after all, it was just a look.

When she was a child, Yang Shihan liked to cling to her brother, and often jumped on her brother who was six years older than her, hanging on like a koala.

Later, Yang Qian went to Yangcheng to study at university, and Yang Shihan gradually grew from a crazy girl to a slim girl who was about to enter her third year of high school.

I also forgot which year it started, Yang Shihan knew he was embarrassed, so he didn't jump on his brother again.

But her relationship with Yang Qian has always been very good.

No, she stretched out her hand to help her brother move the big box he was carrying.

"I'll come, I'll come, just close the door."

Yang Qian walked in with a big box in his arms.

"Going to the countryside again? Why does your teacher always take you to the news in the countryside? Isn't there something like this every day in the city? Why don't these news be reported?"

When mother Hong Xiaoxia came out of the kitchen, she couldn't help feeling distressed when she saw the large sweat stains on her son's back and his flushed face.

"The news in the countryside is in-depth. Now the country is talking about poverty alleviation and rural revitalization in the countryside. Most of the inspections are in the countryside."

Yang Qian smiled, put the box he was carrying in the kitchen, and opened it.

"Huh? It's a lychee!"

Yang Shihan poked her head beside her, and when she saw the things in the box, her eyes lit up suddenly.

"Well, today we interviewed an orchard that produced Jizui lychees. Mom, there are so many here, we can't finish eating them. Do you want to share some with my aunt and uncle?"

Going to the countryside for interviews also has the advantage that they can buy some fresh and cheap fruits or other agricultural products.

Of course, at first they wanted to give it to them, but Ouyang Cheng didn't agree to take it for nothing, he had to pay. Later, the owner of the orchard only charged the cost price.

It was Ouyang Cheng who gave the money!
But every time he distributed most of the fruits to Yang Qian, the photographer and the driver, leaving only a little for himself.

Yang Qian wanted to give the money back to the teacher, but Ouyang Cheng didn't want it. He said that Yang Qian had just come and was still in the internship stage, so he didn't have much money.

"So much, why don't you leave it for your teacher?"

"He has it too, and the teacher said that there are only two people in their family, so they can't eat that much."

"Only two people? Where's his wife?"

"I don't know. It seems to be divorced. My teacher takes his daughter alone."

"The one you mentioned earlier seems to be one grade younger than Hanhan?"

"Well, it's also from No. [-] Middle School."

While they were still chatting, Yang Shihan, who was mentioned, couldn't wait to pick off a bunch, put it in front of the trash can next to him, and started to eat.

"Oh, brother! It's super sweet and delicious!"

……

Life in smaller cities is simpler and slower paced.

Like Yang Qian, although it is very hard to run the news during the day, the time at night is basically his own. Even the press release for today's interview, Yang Qian finished writing it in more than an hour on the road.

Yang Qian's writing style is definitely excellent, and it is precisely because of this that his teacher Ouyang Cheng took a fancy to him before he reported to the unit, and asked him to come over by name.

After dinner, he would take a walk and chat with his parents, and when they came back from dancing in the square, he would still have time to chat with his younger sister Yang Shihan and ask her about her studies.

Of course, Yang Qian doesn't need to worry about Yang Shihan's studies, because this girl's grades are even better than his high school grades, and it's common for her to be in the top ten of her grade in the monthly exam.

"Come on, in the last year, try your best to see if you can pass the Qingbei exam." Yang Qian also had high hopes for his sister.

"Why didn't you take the Nanyue University exam? I followed in my brother's footsteps and went to your alma mater to study." Yang Shihan was still very naughty.

"With your grades, if you just want to follow in my footsteps, I'm afraid Mr. Liao will break my leg if he finds out, and mislead my disciple!" Yang Qian also laughed.

Teacher Liao was Yang Qian's former biology teacher and is now Yang Shihan's class teacher. Yang Qian invites Teacher Liao to dinner every Chinese New Year, just to let Teacher Liao take care of his younger sister.

"Then I'd better set my goal as Qingbei. Although I may not be able to go to Qingbei, at least I must keep my brother's legs, hehe!" Yang Shihan sat up straight on the chair, expressing that she had to correct her attitude, but she still Sneaking there.

After chatting with his sister, Yang Qian didn't bother her to study anymore. He went back to his bedroom and prepared to watch today's news broadcast again.

Although no one supervises me after leaving school, as a professional reporter, whether it is to understand major events at home and abroad, maintain a keen sense of news, or learn the most formal current affairs reports and the most refined language expressions, news Hookup is still his daily homework.

I saw Yang Qian turned on the computer, opened the notebook, plugged in the earphones, and read it intently.

The light from the screen flickered on his face, but apart from the light, Yang Qian's bedroom was simple and tidy.

There are two bookshelves in the bedroom, and there is no book in the old-fashioned solid wood bookshelf with glass doors.

Through the glass, you can see rows of cassettes and records neatly arranged inside.

These are all genuine, from Yang Qian's uncle Hong Yingjun who was in this business before and lost everything. He saw that Yang Qian liked it, so he gave Yang Qian all his collections.

Not only that, but in front of the cassettes on the upper two floors, several broken Walkmans are displayed on beautiful crystal (actually plastic) shelves.

Walkmans and cassettes, they gave Yang Qian the earliest musical enlightenment.

At the end of the bed in the bedroom, there was a guitar leaning against it.

However, this guitar has no sense of age. It was bought by Yang Qian from the Internet a few days ago, and he hasn't had time to find a suitable place for it.

It should be done this weekend, Yang Qian won't let it be left on the ground casually.

"Copyright trading platform?"

Yang Qian, who was sitting in front of the computer, suddenly read softly.

"The 1.0 version system of the National Copyright Exchange Center is officially launched. The system relies on the massive high-quality program resources of the central station and ... the multi-channel audio and video genuine resources, and combines the latest achievements in media technologies such as '5G+4K/8K+AI' to create a collection of copyright registration. A copyright trading platform that integrates functions such as inquiry, confirmation, and authorization..."

Copyright trading platform, what a new term!

Is the country going to start paying more attention to copyright protection and increase efforts to crack down on piracy?

If that's the case, can Yang Qian's favorite music industry be rejuvenated?
Yang Qian had no way to learn more information from these few short sentences. He was just a fledgling reporter, and he had no way to know the thoughts and policy trends of the top leaders.

Copyright protection is very difficult, and Yang Qian cannot be optimistic.

But he also hopes that the Chinese music scene can reproduce the glory of the record era, like them...

Yang Qian turned his head, stared deeply at the cassettes and records on his bookshelf, and thought about the prosperous age of music that he envied and longed for, and that music was just an era of music.

He stared blankly for a long time, his heart was agitated, and he couldn't help himself.

Finally unable to bear it any longer, Yang Qian took off his earphones and got up, went to the end of the bed and fetched his newly bought guitar, sat on the bed, and gently stroked it.

This guitar is relatively ordinary, and the sound quality is worse than that of Lao Mu at the previous graduation ceremony. After all, Yang Qian didn't understand it very well, so he was in a hurry to use it, so he simply picked one on the Internet.

But musical instruments are just a medium to provide accompaniment. Now for Yang Qian, he wants to sing even more, the song he got after the graduation ceremony!
　Everyone should be familiar with Xiaohan's habit of writing books. There will be more warm daily life, but the grasp of the rhythm is weak.Xiaohan will work hard to adjust this book, speed up the pace a bit, and at the same time warm and heal, it will also emphasize the advancement of the plot, so that everyone will not see a work that is as sparse and ordinary as a running account.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)