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Chapter 865 - 484 - National Day Eve_2

Chapter 865: 484 Chapter National Day Eve_2

This guy, wherever he went among the crowd, he enjoyed countless awe-inspiring glances. The locals, unfamiliar with the world, all knew he was a reporter, though they didn’t know whether he was from television or newspapers, and thought maybe an interview with anyone could land them on TV or in the newspapers. Seeing him come over to ask questions, even those tough guys who were over five feet tall got so nervous that they vigorously rubbed their hands on their pants, not even sure how to stand properly.

However, it was the two young lads from the cattle farm, who were usually quite silent, that had the courage to step forward. "Brother Zhang, I’m a veterinarian at the farm. I have a tip for you. Right around Teacher’s Day, Boss Yan supplied the teachers in the town with a batch of beef specially for them, each teacher limited to five catties, and charged only ten yuan. Does this count as an enterprise supporting local education, and can it make it into the papers?"

Zhang Kun was startled, "This is news to me?"

The young man who spoke had another behind him who joined in, "Of course, it’s true! Everyone in the entire town knows about it; you can pull someone aside to ask if you don’t believe me."

"If you had such news, why didn’t you speak up earlier? I’m worrying every day about not having good news, and here you are hiding something newsworthy?" Zhang Kun was initially frustrated but then ecstatic. "Come on, tell me the details, this definitely sounds like a pioneering deed. Don’t rush, start from the beginning, what exactly happened?"

He said not to hurry, but he himself was more eager than anyone else.

The one who provided the tip was indeed that veterinarian from the cattle farm who usually kept a low profile. Everyone else on the farm was busy; only Zhang Hui, the senior vet, and the two of them had some spare time. Their job was routine, monitoring the cattle’s feeding, resting, ruminating, and they had to observe at least twice a day. If the time came to prepare the cattle for delivery and they still needed to be busy, that would mean they were unqualified.

Preventive work is like that, the kind without much obvious glory. It looked like they did nothing all day, just as if they were loafing around. But just think about the cattle farm, where every month hundreds of cattle were bought and sold. In recent months, with the addition of calves, the turnover was over two hundred head of cattle a month on average.

For all these cattle to be safe and sound without any issues, Zhang Hui and the three veterinarians, one senior and two juniors, obviously played an indispensable role. Only if there was an issue and they then demonstrated their veterinary skills could it be a matter of criticism rather than praise—where was the routine inspection?

Of course, in the broader picture, it would certainly focus on positive energy, praising timely rescue efforts and the like. But within their own enterprise, there was a system of rewards and penalties; failing to detect risks promptly would definitely lead to penalties first, with only timely responses considered a remedial contribution.

Zhang Hui wasn’t idle either. He had been in the township for a while and knew more people, hanging around with a bunch of young people from the township government. The two young veterinarians had wanted to help, but there were too many people around today to lend a hand, so they couldn’t get involved. Zhao Pu, the vet, saw Zhang Kun, the reporter, wandering around the crowd and interviewing. He had a brainwave, pulling Liu Gang along to approach him.

Both had spent two and a half years at a technical secondary school and had just graduated, the student temperament still quite pronounced. Unlike Heizi and the others who played quite wildly, they didn’t usually stand out. But as mentioned before, their job as veterinarians didn’t require them to do much—just to go around the barn to check on the cattle, to work diligently, to solve problems when they arose or quickly seek a more experienced professional if they couldn’t.

Now was just such an opportunity. Everyone from the cattle farm knew well about the times Yan Fei had distributed beef to the teachers scattered throughout the year, which included this time taking advantage of Teacher’s Day, claiming it was paid beef that actually amounted to dispensing a small benefit and so forth.

Not making a fuss usually didn’t mean they lacked eloquence. After all, they were more educated than some others, and when they talked to Zhang Kun about these matters, they were logical and coherent. Zhang Kun was so pleased listening to them that he couldn’t help but smile; his mood seemed exceptionally buoyant.

National Day was approaching, and Zhang Kun was worried he couldn’t secure a significant piece of news!

Moreover, everyone knows that with such holidays approaching, it’s important to choose appropriate major news to feature. No one would be so foolish as to not see clearly and send up news like "A small pollution plant contaminates a river for hundreds of miles, harming thousands of farmers." Basically, anyone who did that would have long been sent to a remote mountain area to monitor poverty alleviation projects there.

If an enterprise launched a poverty alleviation project, it was definitely worth reporting on. But that alone would make the enterprise look less impressive in the news. Adding some other content would make it perfect.

The information these two young veterinarians provided to Zhang Kun was like icing on the cake, making him feel that the news he was working on, though it may not make the city papers’ headlines, might land a prominent spot right next to it—the headlines were certainly reserved for reports on city leaders’ meeting resolutions.

As the three of them were chatting away enthusiastically, an old man sidled up, looking quite self-important, "Big brother, you’re a reporter, aren’t you? Could I report a situation to you?"

Zhang Kun’s scalp tingled, and he braced himself to nod, "Yes yes yes, what’s the matter?"

Reporters weren’t fearless; what they feared most was this kind of proactive approach from someone whose attitude was different from ordinary people; it could very well be someone coming to report negative news such as unfair village officials or someone wrongfully accused waiting to be vindicated, and so on.