football spell system

Chapter 131 "Pink Sports" (4 more)
There are more and more Chinese people in this city, and even when I don't usually see a few Chinese people on the street, I suspect that something has happened.

And countless taxi drivers, restaurant waiters, and hotel staff have also started Chinese language training to adapt as soon as possible to this urban moment when Chinese people are gradually influx.

Many international students and Chinese descendants here feel the warmth they have never had before. It is a great feeling to see their compatriots often.

But for Yun Sheng who has been in Germany for many years, he felt unparalleled irritability.

Some time ago, Yunsheng held a press conference in Chinese at the club. As the name suggests, it was mainly aimed at journalists from China.

At the reception, Yunsheng first politely expressed his gratitude to all compatriots for their attention and concern. Then, Yunsheng stepped into the main topic. He asked everyone to interview in a more reasonable way and not to disturb the normal training of the team.

However, judging from the results of the second day, Yun Sheng's request did not get the approval of most Hua Guo reporters.

These Chinese journalists still block the door of the club every day, pestering every player and staff, filming everything on the training ground, and adding fuel to their respective media.

Therefore, Yun Sheng asked the club to install fences and shelters to block these reporters.

On the second day after Yunsheng won eight consecutive league victories, the team had a day off and practiced as usual on the third day.

Outside the fence of the training ground, the reporter looked in through the gap of the cover, but the results were very little.

Today there are still more than 30 reporters around here. Although everyone is holding long guns and short cannons, they have not gained anything.

"Hey, it's also because we went too far a while ago and forced the Cottbus Club to forcibly close the training. Now it's troublesome. I can't even dig out any news. How can I explain to the editorial department at home..."

The young reporter gripped the railing with one hand and held the camera in the other, complaining depressingly.

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 in my 40s, and I don't know how many countries I have traveled to and how many interviews I have done. This type of trouble is really nothing. The last time I went to a Turkish club for an interview, I was almost beaten out."

"Isn't it? That's an exaggeration?" The young reporter's eyes widened.

The middle-aged reporter nodded: "You have been a reporter for a short time, and you will experience it gradually in the future. You don't have to worry about the news release, let alone you, even us old newspapers, it is difficult to find news about Cottbus during this period of time. After a few days, we will have something to write about."

Hearing this, the young reporter became excited: "Yes, Cottbus has a double match this week, and we will have material for the next German Cup match, and it's nothing if the flag is quiet for two days."

The two were chatting, and a reporter standing next to them said, "Isn't the material all over the place? If you can't find any news, it just means you're too young."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the surrounding reporters gathered around.

The person who spoke was about 35 years old, his hair was combed brightly, and his height was less than 1.7 meters. People couldn't help but focus on the top of his head.Looking at the face again, this man's skin is very fair, but the big fat face has a bulbous nose and triangular eyes, which makes people look uncomfortable.With a camera in his hand and a briefcase on his back, he stood in the crowd with a haughty look.

The young reporter didn't know him, but the middle-aged reporter was very familiar with him: "Song Qian, what did you mean just now? Who are you saying is too young?"

Seeing the angry expression on the middle-aged reporter's face, the chunky reporter called Song Qian waved his hands again and again: "Old Zhao, I'm not talking about you. You are a well-known big reporter in China. Even in this situation, if you want, you can still make good news. I believe in your ability!"

"Edit news?" The young reporter was taken aback.

Song Qian cast his eyes on him, with an arrogant expression 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 cares whether it is true or not! As long as they can compile news that catches people's attention, it will be a success!"

After Song Qian finished speaking, he took out his notebook and threw it to the young reporter: "Look at the news I edited these days. It has received a great response in China, and our newspaper office has also made a lot of money."

The young reporter curiously took the notebook and read the text on it.

"Li Tie and Yu Hai have many conflicts, and the relationship between the new and old generations of Huaguo football is bad!"

"Because of Yun Sheng's special care, Shao Jiayi was excluded by his teammates!"

"The assistant coach publicly criticized Yunsheng's training, and the Cottbus coaching staff was full of conflicts!"

The young reporter's eyes widened and he pointed at Song Qian: "Senior, what you said is not true? Cottbus has won eight consecutive league victories, and now the team's morale is high and they are united. Why are there so many contradictions and conflicts?"

Song Qian smiled coldly, took out a few photos from his bag, and handed them to the young reporter: "Young man, take a look, these photos are pictures for some of my news, what do you think?"

"This photo is from the training a few days ago. Li Tie was defending Yu Hai. Yu Hai wanted to break through Li Tie, but Li Tie knocked him into the air. Doesn't this mean that there is a conflict between the two?"

"This photo is when Shao Jiayi took a free kick. His teammates were all on the sidelines and did not approach him. It can be said that Shao Jiayi was isolated."

"There is also this photo, where Sander directs the training loudly. When I took the photo, Yunsheng happened to be in the direction Sandel was facing. I can also say that Sandel is blaming Yunsheng."

The young reporter was dumbfounded: "Isn't this embedding flowers and plants?"

Song Qian was proud: "This is the level, this is the strength, you can learn a little bit."

The middle-aged reporter Lao Zhao next to him couldn't help it anymore: "The opening is a picture, and the story is all made up."

"That's right, that's what it means!" Song Qian laughed, "As long as the newspaper can sell well, what's the point of fabricating some news?"

Lao Zhao's expression was very complicated: "The great reporter of "Pink Sports" really lives up to its reputation. Not only has the news become better, but its eloquence is also top-notch."

The young reporter frowned: "However, I don't think this is appropriate..."

Song Qianzhi was complacent: "What is appropriate and what is inappropriate? If you can't dig out the news, and then you are fired from the newspaper, this is appropriate? We in the media, don't we all edit with one mouth and one pen! As long as the news is good enough, who cares whether you are true or not!"

Just as Song Qian finished speaking, a cold snort suddenly came from behind him.

"The reason why the football environment in Huaguo has been reduced to what it is today is because of people like you!"

(End of this chapter)