Chapter 838 He Has Grown Up

"Even I scolded you too."

Ni Hui stood there and looked at Pu Tong with a straight face. This was the first time she had seen her son so angry.

What he said just now, "It's not directed at anyone, but everyone sitting here", doesn't it include her?

Pu Tong was immediately discouraged when he heard this. How could he forget his mother.

"I'm sorry. It's more imposing to say it this way. I really didn't mean what you meant."

He dare not tell others, but Ni Hui is definitely a good reporter. A media worker with such a high reputation, status and qualifications is still willing to work on the front line, willing to go to various remote areas to interview local people's livelihood issues, and willing to give voice to vulnerable groups. …

If all reporters could be like his mother, would the journalism industry be disliked by so many people?

"I know."

Ni Hui smiled, no matter what, she would never suspect that her son was talking bad about her, but after listening to his words, she suddenly felt a lot.

When she was a student, she had always envied the profession of journalists. She thought it was cool how they carried their cameras to interview in various situations, and she also dreamed of becoming one of them one day.

After the college entrance examination, with the encouragement of her Chinese teacher at the time, she followed her inner thoughts and chose the major of "Radio and Television Studies" to lay the foundation for becoming a real reporter in the future.

After graduation, she refused the job arranged by her parents and was admitted to the County Media Center, officially becoming a reporter, fulfilling her dream as a student.

However, after thousands of days and nights since joining the industry, she discovered that the reporter industry, under its glamorous appearance, is more about persistence, responsibility, dedication, and countless endless articles. Endless nights, endless shifts, endless journeys, endless sweat, severe cold and scorching heat year after year, under the stars and the moon...

When I first entered the unit, most of my colleagues in the unit were living in the village due to poverty alleviation. There were only four reporters in the center, including me, who was new, but they had to shoulder the entire county's reporting tasks. Every day, every day, every reporter Journalist normalcy.

As a newcomer, she not only lacked interview experience, she even had no time to memorize the operation of the camera she was given. On the first night of joining the company, she was assigned to report on the meeting alone. After entering the venue and turning on the camera, she found that the camera could not record. I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely. I hurriedly asked the old reporter at my unit for advice through WeChat, only to find that the big card and the small card had not been switched.

At that time, she was also a child. She was also afraid of cockroaches and felt miserable. But when she saw the struggles of those at the bottom who could not speak up for themselves, she decided to persevere.

Because for them, no one can defend themselves. Only their own pens and lenses can shine a light on those in the darkness, so that those people and things worthy of praise will not be buried because of their small status, and let those who are worthy of praise not be buried because of their small status. Bad people and things stand in the sun and receive justice.

At that time, her thoughts were very simple. She wanted good people and good deeds to be known to others, to give good people the honor they deserve for their good deeds, and to give some evil people the punishment they deserve by public opinion.

Although she is still doing similar things now, Ni Hui always feels that she has changed and become less pure.

Everyone wants to be famous, including journalists, and this is what drives many successful journalists to work.

Especially when she became famous and merged with Chen Ying to become the two major journalists, Nan Ni and Bei Chen, she seemed to have fallen in love with this feeling of vanity.

She would still speak out for the disadvantaged, but in her heart, the seed called desire was still born.

While she hopes that more people will pay attention to the disadvantaged groups, she also secretly thinks that she will be sought after and praised for doing good things.

While journalistic fame can bring benefits to the media and journalists, it can also be addictive and distracting…

Just now, Pu Tong's words reminded her that fame should never be more important than news reports.

Good reporters are respected through the accuracy, fairness and insight of their news reports. These are the words she originally told her son. She never thought that one day, she would hear these words from his mouth.

"Thank you, son, I seem to have found my twenty-year-old self."

Ni Hui stepped forward, patted Pu Tong on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "I also took a picture of the part just now, and I wanted to ask you if you could post it."

"?"

Pu Tong was stunned when he heard this. Why did he post this? Are he showing his violent side to everyone?

Thinking about it carefully, it was quite embarrassing. After all, this was the first time that he got angry. It was for no other reason than to protect his friends and not to let this group of people insult the industry that his mother loved.

"I think what you said just now should be seen by more reporters..." Ni Hui stretched, "In the past, reporters interviewed others, but when you become a bystander, you will forget yourself."

"It's time to interview myself."

At this moment, Pu Tong only felt that his mother was extremely serious. She was reflecting on herself and the current situation of this industry.

In the past, Ni Hui only wanted to be alone. She knew that the media industry was very shady, but she just wanted to do her job well.

But now, she wants to try to change...

She never thought that after most of her life, one day she would be infected by her son.

Next to them, Yu Wanwan and the others came to their senses. Everyone saw the conversation between mother and son. In fact, Pu Tong had been infecting everyone around him with his sincerity and vitality.

"Okay...remember to mosaic it for me."

Pu Tong scratched his head, wondering if he was too fierce just now. What if he scared the children?

"If you mosaic your face during the interview, people who don't know you will think you are a criminal suspect. Why not mosaic your body?"

Pu Tong:?

Isn't mosaicing your body even more outrageous? Is there anything shameful about it?

Ni Hui rubbed his head. Pu Tong was already a head taller than her. Now he had his own ideas and could even teach her some truths.

From this moment on, her son was already a full-fledged adult. She was no longer the child she used to be. He had grown up.

He was no longer the Pu Tong of the past, in every sense.

In the end, she still said nothing. She just said hello to Yu Wanwan and others and left silently...

Pu Tong suddenly had a feeling that her mother might have seen it.

Or maybe she had already seen it. After ten months of pregnancy, who could understand her son better than a mother?

"Auntie, why are you so weird?"

Yu Wanwan frowned. If it were usual, Auntie Ni Hui would definitely hold her hand and talk to her instead of leaving with a smile.

"Because her son has grown up."