There are more and more Chinese people in this city. Even if I see a few Chinese people on the street, I suspect something is wrong.
Countless taxi drivers, hotel waiters, and hotel staff have also begun Chinese language training to adapt to this city where Chinese people are gradually pouring in.
Many international students and Chinese people here feel the warmth they have never experienced before. It feels good to be able to see their compatriots often.
But for Yun Sheng, who had been in Germany for many years, he felt unparalleled irritability.
Some time ago, Yunsheng held a Chinese-language press conference at the club. As the name suggests, it was mainly held for Chinese journalists.
At the reception, Yun Sheng first politely expressed his gratitude to all compatriots for their attention and concern. Then Yun Sheng got to the point. He asked everyone to use a more reasonable way to conduct interviews and not to disturb the team's normal training.
However, judging from the results on the second day, Yun Sheng's request was not approved by most Chinese journalists.
These Chinese reporters still block the entrance of the club every day, pester every player and staff member, film everything on the training ground, and add fuel to the fire in their respective media.
Therefore, Yun Shengcai asked the club to add fences and shields to block these reporters.
On the second day after Yunsheng won eight consecutive league victories, the team had a day off and trained as usual on the third day.
Outside the training ground fence, reporters looked in through the gaps in the cover, but found little.
Today, there are still more than 30 reporters gathered here. Although everyone is holding up long guns and short cannons, they have achieved nothing.
"Oh, it's also our fault that we went too far some time ago, forcing the Cottbus club to close for training. Now we are in trouble. We can't even dig out any news. How can I explain it to the editorial department at home..."
The young reporter was holding on to the railing with one hand and holding the camera with the other, complaining depressedly.
At this time, a middle-aged reporter beside him patted him on the shoulder and said with a wry smile: "Young man, just get used to it. I am over 40 years old. I don't know how many countries I have traveled to and how many interviews I have done around the world." , this type of trouble is really nothing. The last time I went to a Turkish club for an interview, I almost got beaten up."
"Isn't that true? Such an exaggeration?" The young reporter's eyes widened.
The middle-aged reporter nodded: "You have only been a reporter for a short time, and you will experience it gradually in the future. You don't have to worry about press releases, let alone you. Even old newspapers like us have a hard time poaching them during this period." After a few days, we will have enough news to write about Cottbus."
After hearing this, the young reporter became excited: "Yes, Cottbus has a double match this week. We will have material for the next German Cup match. It's nothing to stop playing for two days."
While the two were chatting, a reporter standing next to them spoke: "Isn't the material everywhere? If you can't find any news, it just means you are too young."
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the surrounding reporters gathered around him.
The man who spoke was about 35 years old, his hair was neatly combed, and he was less than 1.7 meters tall. People couldn't help but focus on the top of his head. Looking at the face, this man's skin is quite white, but his fat face with a garlic nose and triangular eyes makes him look indescribably uncomfortable. He held a camera in his hand and carried a briefcase, standing in the crowd with a arrogant look.
The young reporter didn't know him, but the middle-aged reporter was very familiar with him: "Song Qian, what did you mean by what you just said? Who are you saying is too young?"
Seeing the angry look on the middle-aged reporter's face, the pudgy reporter known as Song Qian waved his hands repeatedly: "Old Zhao, I'm not talking about you. You are a famous reporter in China. Even under the current circumstances, If you are willing, you can still make up good news, I believe in your ability!"
"Making news?" The young reporter was stunned.
Song Qian cast his gaze at him with an arrogant look on his face: "Young man, isn't it? Can you guarantee that the news in your newspaper is true and reliable? In this day and age, what readers and fans need is news. Who of them It doesn’t matter if it’s true or not! As long as you can create eye-catching news, it’s a success!”
After Song Qian finished speaking, he took out his notebook and threw it to the young reporter: "Look at the news I compiled these days. It has received great repercussions in the country, and our newspaper has also made a lot of money."
The young reporter curiously took the notebook and read the words on it.
"Li Tie and Yu Hai have many conflicts, and the relationship between the old and new generations of Chinese football is bad!"
"Because of Yun Sheng's special care, Shao Jiayi was ostracized by his teammates!"
"The assistant coach publicly criticized Yun Sheng's training, and the Cottbus coaching staff is full of conflicts!"
The young reporter widened his eyes and said to Song Qian: "Senior, what you said is not true? Cottbus has won eight consecutive league victories. Now the team's morale is high and united. How can there be so many Conflict and conflict?”
Song Qian smiled coldly, took out a few photos from his bag and handed them to the young reporter: "Young man, look at these photos. These photos are the accompanying pictures for some of my news. What do you think?"
"This photo was taken during training a few days ago. Li Tie was defending Yu Hai. Yu Hai wanted to break through Li Tie, but was knocked away by Li Tie. Doesn't this mean there is a conflict between the two?"
"This photo shows Shao Jiayi taking a free kick. His teammates were standing aside and did not approach him. This can be said to be that Shao Jiayi was isolated."
"There is also this photo. Sandel is giving instructions loudly in training. When I took the photo, Yun Sheng was facing the direction of Sandel. I can also say that Sandel was blaming Yun Sheng."
The young reporter was dumbfounded: “Isn’t this just grafting another onto another?”
Song Qian was proud of himself: "This is level, this is strength. You should learn from it."
The middle-aged reporter next to him, Zhao, couldn't bear it any longer: "One picture at the beginning, and the story is all made up."
"Yes, that's what it means!" Song Qian was happy, "As long as the newspaper can sell well, what does it mean to make up some news?"
Lao Zhao's expression was very complicated: "The great reporter of "Pink Sports" is really well-deserved. Not only has the news become better, but his eloquence is also top-notch."
The young reporter frowned: "However, I think this is inappropriate..."
Song Qianzhi was very proud: "What is appropriate and what is inappropriate? If you can't find any news and are fired by the newspaper, then this is appropriate? We who work in the media, don't we all rely on one mouth and one pen to make up stories? ! As long as the news is good enough, who cares whether it is true or false!"
Just as Song Qian finished speaking, a cold snort suddenly came from behind him.
"The reason why China's football environment has fallen to what it is today is because of people like you!"
