Fang Yunhe stopped and looked at me: "What's wrong, Master Wen?"
He didn’t know about Mrs. Hua, and I wasn’t going to tell him my secret, so I thought of a reason: “You have a lot of connections in Yuncheng, can you spread the news about Mr. Wang? Where are Anko’s ears?”
I admit that I have selfish motives, but why not kill two birds with one stone?
It can not only find his Hongdou girl for Wang Dekun, but also help me find clues to the murder of grandma...
Although there is no evidence, when I heard that the iris tattoo was from a Miao girl from the Miao border, I was almost certain that this Hongdou was closely related to the short-skirted Miao girl who killed my grandma.
"Hi... on this matter, what do you mean by helping you? This is what I should do." Fang Yunhe said righteously. He didn't know the reason. He thought I was thinking about Wang Dekun and wanted him to complete this before he was buried. wish.
"Put the nanmu box here with me first. If you see her, or see a woman from Miao territory, ask her to come to me..." I reminded.
That Hongdou is probably gone. Even if he is still alive, he is still an old man. He may have his children and grandchildren doing the work for him. I asked him to be careful.
"How else can I say that women are attentive? Master Wen is thoughtful. Don't worry, I will definitely pay attention... However, when it comes to publicity, my mouth is dry when I talk about it. After all, the number of people I know is limited. I want to If the public knows, it’s better to go to the media!”
What Fang Yunhe said makes sense. An individual's publicity ability is limited. If you contact the media, the audience will be wider and the chance of finding Hongdou will be greater.
I slapped my forehead, why didn't I think of this?
I actually know a professional media person!
The man's name is Yu Xiaoyun, the director of Yuncheng Guardian New Media. He often brings his employees to Hongyuan Restaurant for dinner, and he is a regular customer.
I have some friendship with her, but I don't know if she is willing to help her.
"I'll give it a try!" I waved goodbye to him, turned around and called Yu Xiaoyun, asking her if it would be convenient for her to send me a news.
At first, she was quite unhappy. After all, I never bothered her. I always offered to help when I called. Anyone else would have other ideas.
However, after hearing Wang Dekun's poignant love story, Yu Xiaoyun immediately became interested: "Sister, don't worry, if this matter is true, I will definitely report it to you..."
[The eighty-year-old man stayed for love all his life, leaving behind a legacy to look for his unmarried wife]
She had already thought of the title!
Yu Xiaoyun was so happy that she made an appointment with me to go to the funeral parlor tomorrow afternoon.
The next day, Ahua and I went to Jiang Hongyue’s house carrying large and small bags.
"Why is it you? Where is Taoist Fang?" Jiang Hongyue asked with a frown.
I forced out a bright smile and said, "Director Fang has something to do and won't be able to come for the time being. But don't worry, cousin, I will do the same as Director Fang and I will definitely get it done!"
Jiang Hongyue immediately lost her face: "Can you still transfer the money you are doing? I spent 30,000 yuan, and you are fooling me like this."
I go! This Fang Yunhe is so shady that he actually charged someone 30,000 yuan.
Seeing that Jiang Hongyue was really angry, I quickly called Fang Yunhe and asked him to come to the rescue.
"Just in time, I've just finished the rituals here. I'll come over first, and you can come to the No. 5 mourning hall for a while."
After I hung up the phone, I kept apologizing to Jiang Hongyue.
I really didn't think enough about this.
It stands to reason that whoever takes over the ritual must be responsible to the end. It is really not appropriate to make temporary substitutions, it is easy to get people's opinions, and it seems that we are too unprofessional.
But thinking that this was a relative at home, I took it easy. Unexpectedly, Jiang Hongyue grabbed her by the hair and said that Fang Yunhe was neglecting her and insisted on demanding a refund of 10,000 yuan.
Fang Yunhe was so tortured by her that he had no choice but to accept his defeat and transfer the money.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fang, it's my fault..." I took the initiative to admit my mistake and said that I didn't want the commission on this order to make up for part of the loss.
Fang Yunhe waved his hands indifferently: "How can I blame you? You just suggested it, and I personally agreed to it. This money... Thirty thousand can be done by thirty thousand, and twenty thousand can be done by twenty thousand. Don't worry, I will do it myself." Will arrange..."
He winked at me slyly, and I knew full well that the wool came from the sheep. If Jiang Hongyue withheld the money, the pomp of the ritual would naturally shrink.
We can still be regarded as conscientious mages, and the ostentation is greatly reduced, but the effectiveness of the magic is not compromised.
After all, you can’t destroy your own brand.
I made this big mistake. By the time I arrived at the funeral home, it was already afternoon. As soon as I stepped into the door of Hall 5, I saw a very beautiful and sassy young lady with short hair and rimless glasses. I am chatting with Lao Litou!
Yu Xiaoyun? !
There was still half an hour before the appointed time, but she actually came early.
I stepped forward to say hello to her, and Yu Xiaoyun flipped up her chestnut-colored short hair: "Sister, you're here. I just had a chat, and I roughly understand the situation."
Otherwise, how can I say that they are professionals?
In ten minutes, she asked everyone in the mourning hall and picked up all the questions that needed to be asked.
I looked to her side and saw no camera.
"Sister Yu, how did you pick it? Where is the machine stand?" I looked around curiously.
Yu Xiaoyun smiled heartily: "Have you forgotten what I do? New media... Taking pictures with a mobile phone is enough. Apart from current political news and feature films, who else is carrying a big camera around these days..."
Times are changing, and so are the tools of media people.
The number of reporters who used to carry tripods and cameras has slowly been reduced. More and more people like Yu Xiaoyun have a high-definition and large-memory mobile phone to take pictures wherever they go, which is a lot more convenient.
"I've learned a lot..." I smiled on the surface, but felt a little sad unconsciously.
Because of these bad things, I dropped out of school very early to work. Although I enrolled in night school these years, my knowledge and culture were never as good as those of my peers who studied hard.
Just like Yu Xiaoyun, if she hadn't said it, I wouldn't have known that the media industry has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Not only the media, but the entire era is changing. The rapid development of information technology and the advancement of human science and technology all remind me that I am incompatible with this world.
Especially when I saw Yu Xiaoyun's energetic and confident face, her whole body was shining, which made me very envious.
"Well... I understand the situation pretty much. Just like you said, just wait. I will be able to edit a short video when I get back. I will push it to you on the official account. I hope it can help this person. Mr. Wang found his lover..."
Yu Xiaoyun is a man of action. He handles things very neatly. He comes in a hurry and leaves in a hurry. He doesn't even have time to take a sip of water.
She said that she would have an interview later, and she would communicate with me on WeChat about the specific details.
I thanked her repeatedly and told her not to worry. If the news couldn’t come out today, it would be fine tomorrow, and I couldn’t tire her out.
As a result, at only 5 p.m., Mr. Wang’s short video was promoted on the news platform of Yuncheng Guardian, and it immediately hit the local rankings.
When Yu Xiaoyun asked me to see it, I was quite surprised. The speed was so amazing!
I leaned back in my chair and clicked on the video. After watching it for about 20 seconds, a figure suddenly flashed past the camera.
