Chapter 132

"Why do you reply like this?"

Yue Yuyang raised the manuscript in his hand and couldn't help laughing.

Qinglan's face was slightly red: "I think it's difficult to answer this question. Instead of debating the style and scale of pictures with them, it's better to define their discrimination against women first, so that I can take the side of truth to refute..."

Yue Yu not only looks at Qinglan.

Sharp!

Actually understand the core of quarrel - wear a hat!

No matter what happens, first put a hat on the other party, and then stand on the moral high ground and scold him. In this way, the other party's thinking will change from "criticism" to "explanation" -- as we all know, the party who explains is the weak party.

When you explain, the crowd will think you really did wrong.

Clearly, what needs to be explained here is the newspaper, but Qinglan has changed "explanation" into "criticism". Once he turns the offensive, even if readers do not agree with the views of the newspaper, they may not agree with the views of the critics. As long as the readers choose not to stand aside, this matter will soon get through - everyone is busy working and reading the newspaper for fun. Who has time to make a fuss!

In this case, Yue Yu also knows that the newspaper is wrong this time. He added high-definition and large astringent pictures on the cover of the newspaper, which naturally aims to stimulate consumption and attract readers, which is equivalent to unfair market competition. Moreover, although Dongyang district has a strong and open business atmosphere, it is not open to the extent of newspaper pictures - in everyone's impression, the newspaper is still a relatively serious product, a place for scholars and court officials to speak.

You put a picture?

Insulting Sven, insulting Sven!

However, there is no rule that newspapers cannot display pictures.

The youth daily can do this thanks to Jing Zhengwei's face - alas, you see, these capitalists are colluding with officials and businessmen. The prefectural government has watched the youth daily publish such a humiliating newspaper because it does not abide by social morality!

Although Yue Yu had a vested interest this time, it did not prevent him from spraying Jingjia and the sheriff's house.

"In fact, you can ignore them." Yue Yu said casually, "only a small number of people have opinions on this - their attitude has no impact on our sales. If you ignore them, you will waste your time."

Qinglan: "then... I don't care?"

"No," Yue Yu shook his head, "you still have to reply to them."

Qinglan tilted her head and looked straight at Yue Yu.

When she tilted her head, she didn't think she had a problem, but that the sand sculpture she was talking to had a problem.

What do you mean, you said you didn't care, and you asked me to reply!

However, Yue Yu's words changed: "in addition, what are the key criticism problems in the reader's letter?"

"Well... I think our 'wonderful and interesting stories' are too absurd, and I hope we can give evidence; I think the' inspirational story 'is not detailed enough, and I hope we can state more details; and I think the' future echo 'is too poorly written..."

"What!?" Yue Yu patted the table vigorously: "he dares to spray me. He knows a fart!"

Qinglan whispered, "he doesn't know you wrote it..."

"I don't care. Take his letter and see if I don't spray him!"

Qinglan takes out a manuscript and hands it to Leyu. Leyu angrily takes it over and looks at it. Her angry face suddenly stagnates, then slowly becomes embarrassed, and finally becomes silly. Qinglan has a special fun.

When she heard Yue Yu muttering "you know the foreshadowing of a fart", "just have a smooth grammar", "writing style" and "personal design", she felt that the office was full of joy.

"... forget it, I'll refute him one by one later." Yue Yu calmly put down the letter and said, "let's talk about other people's complaints first."

"In fact, it's very simple to refute them. Just grasp one key point - call them poor."

"Ah?" green Lan was stunned: "poor... Forced?"

"Yes, poor man." Yue Yu said: "For example, if someone says that our cover is unhealthy and insulting, you should reply to him:" this kind of dress and dress is very normal in our upper class society. Ladies and sisters like it. You think it's insulting because you don't have enough status, can't squeeze into the upper class circle, and can't marry a beautiful wife. Go back and make good money. "

"It's absurd to say 'wonderful anecdotes', so you reply:" how many places you've been and how many things you've seen, dare you say this is too absurd and that's too false? We rich people travel south and North, have been to Scarlett, cross the skyline, bask in the sun on the beach of the southern islands, and have seen the aurora in the snow mountains in the north. You think it's absurd. You have little knowledge. Go out when you have time ’。”

"There are also those who say that there are too few details in the inspirational story. You say, 'people who don't work hard have to eat one mouthful at a time. Rich businessmen who coexist wisdom and courage have seen business opportunities from the inspirational story. When you are still asking why there are no details, others are already on the road to success, so do you know why you are so poor?'"

"Well, that's about it. You can expand your sentence. Of course, you can't be as arrogant as me. Be polite."

Happy language stall: "in short, you should grasp one key point: those who spray us have little knowledge, poor people, lazy work and greedy heart. They haven't seen any worldly poverty in xuanzhu County, and then grasp these characteristics to reply to them."

Qinglan nodded subconsciously. After a while, she couldn't help asking, "why?"

"What? Why?"

"Why... Reply on the premise that the complainants are poor? Do you think all complainants are poor?"

"You still don't understand." Yue Yu smiled. "Didn't I just say that? Only a few people complain about us. Their opinions have nothing to do with us. It doesn't matter whether they are poor or not."

Qinglan tilted her head again and looked at Yue Yu with a puzzled face.

"Don't forget, the target of the newspaper is all readers, and who are our readers?" Le Yu smiled, "it's the poor."

"When we scold these people for being too poor to afford a wife, they will feel scolding themselves."

"When we scold these people for being so poor that they can only stay in xuanzhu County, they will feel scolding themselves."

"When we scold these people for being poor, lazy and stupid, they feel they are scolding themselves."

Qinglan was surprised: "but... The poor are not our readers? Will you affect the sales of the newspaper if you scold them like this?"

"No, but it will stimulate the sales of newspapers!" Le Yu said with a smile: "of course, more and more people will complain to the newspaper, and then we will pick some representative ones, accuse them of being poor, continue to scold and publish them in the newspaper. Week after week, more and more people will watch us scold, not less!"

"This is called - lead war!"

"If you see two people scolding each other in the street, will you stop and listen? If someone scolds a woman in the street, will you feel very angry?"

"People are empathic. When they see that the scolded people have the same characteristics as themselves, they will feel empathy!"

"The more we scold, the better the newspaper sales will be, and there will only be more and more onlookers!"

Like microblog headlines, why are microblog headlines often controversial? In fact, it's the other way round. What will cause controversy and hot discussion will become the hot topic in the headlines!

Qinglan took a sip of coconut milk and spent a long time digesting the theory of Yue language. She murmured, "but is this... Really no problem?"

Yue Yu: "what's the problem?"

"If readers are angry, they will certainly find ways to vent, so won't the newspaper be --"

"So you should pay attention to the art of language." Yue Yu said softly, "when replying, you must always express your position."

"Your position is not a newspaper office, but an upper class circle composed of 'rich businessmen', 'rich people' and 'officials'. You are speaking on behalf of this class. You should always let readers notice that those who live a superior life, are carefree, embrace left and right, and are extremely extravagant are those who live in the inner city."

"It's not that newspapers despise the poor, it's the gentry who despise the poor."

"Of course, I will also find more guards to protect the newspaper and will not let the newspaper have any accidents." Yue Yu said: "I will let them know that even if they want to vent their hatred, the newspaper is definitely a hard bone. The power of superior people can not be shaken by mere ants."

Qinglan was silent for a long time. She quietly looked at Yue Yu and suddenly said, "but in this way... Everyone will hate all the top people."

"What's wrong with them hating the superior?" Yue Yu smiled: "don't you hate the superior? Why do you become a servant? Because you were sold to a superior store and spent many years packaging into a goods just to sell you to another superior at a high price... You don't even have the opportunity to refuse to be a slave. Don't you hate it?"

At this point, Yue Yu's plan has been exhausted.

Acceleration!

No matter how many contradictions and problems are brought to class antagonism, he wants everyone to know how serious the problem of rich and poor is now - in this era of insufficient information, the poor actually don't feel much about the life of the rich. "The emperor's golden hoe" is not a joke, but many people really think like this.

Yue Yu doesn't know how long he can live - Jing Zhengwei is really dangerous - all he can do is try to wake up the people.

Let them understand the injustice of the world, the gullies of the class, that they have only one way out, and that there is no future for capitalists to be licking dogs.

Lead the war and accelerate everything!

Let the storm that is about to break out come faster and more violent!

"But..." Qinglan flashed her eyes and avoided Yue Yu's sight: "the superior people... Are not all bad people..."

Yue Yu shook his head: "but even the kindest superior has servants to serve, shops to sell goods, and workers to produce. He doesn't work in production, but accounts for the production profits of others."

"When a gentleman is alive, he occupies the survival resources of dozens or even hundreds of people. Can you understand that people starve to death every day in the outer city, and there are wasted hogwash in the big restaurants in the inner city every day - of course, there are also many people who rely on hogwash to eat."

"In this era of lack of productivity, the existence of superior people alone... Has..."

"What about you, young master?"

In the face of Qinglan's sudden question, Yue Yu was slightly stunned, and immediately couldn't help laughing: "me?"

But Qinglan's expression seemed to be very serious. Yue Yu also put away his smile and stretched his waist, "how to say... Me..."

"During the avalanche, every snowflake is intruding into the horizon... And I am the snowflake in front."