Reborn, I choose to register my marriage with the diva.

Chapter 49 A Bright Future and a Flower-Strewn Path

Chapter 49 A Bright Future and a Flower-Strewn Path

"First of all, I want to emphasize again that the new media department is a strategic priority for the future development of our newspaper."

The president, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with graying hair, spoke in a loud and powerful voice that echoed in every corner of the conference room.

"In the context of a digital and networked era, we must keep pace with the times, adapt to the changing media landscape, seize the opportunities presented by the development of new media, and promote the transformation and upgrading of our newspaper!"

He paused for a moment:

"Xiao Yu's plan is excellent! We discussed it yesterday morning and decided to implement the strategy of 'three micro-platforms and one app.' The planner is here now, so please get acquainted with him. If you have any questions, feel free to ask him!"

Editor-in-Chief Lao Zhao is of average build, slightly overweight, and his hair is already a bit gray, but he combs it meticulously.

The corners of his mouth are always turned up, as if he is smiling.

He sat on the left at the head of the table, opposite Old Lin.

Withdrawing his gaze from the impassive face of Lao Lin, the editor-in-chief said kindly, "Xiao Yu, if you want to do well in all three micro-platforms and one mobile app, you'll need a lot of manpower, resources, and capital. For example, micro-videos don't have a high penetration rate or user activity right now, so the risks are considerable."

Hear the words.

Yu Huan chuckled to himself.

The adoption rate and user activity are both low?

In a few years, I guarantee that wherever you go, you'll hear that mesmerizing monkey laughter. Then, look back at these words.

Despite being under the watchful eyes of the bosses, Yu Huan seemed completely unfazed and remained calm and composed.

"Editor-in-Chief Zhao, it's like this: smartphones have become widespread in China, and 4G has begun large-scale construction this year. It is foreseeable that with the iteration of video technology and the promotion of speed increase and price reduction, the popularity of micro-videos will definitely experience explosive growth in the future."

His words were logical, well-founded, and flawless; he even listed the relevant data in his job application report.

I don't believe Lao Zhao hasn't seen it.

The editor-in-chief nodded, looking quite agreeable.

at this time.

Director Qian from the hotline department suddenly spoke up: "Xiao Yu, I've been looking at your report, and most of it is about media and social platforms. Are you not optimistic about mobile apps and portal websites?"

The real test has finally begun.

Looking at her broad face, with a thin, round face like a persimmon.

Just like the harsh look he had in mind from their past interactions, Yu Huan certainly didn't think highly of him!

With five major portals already established, do you really think you can compete with these giants in developing private traffic?

None of them are pushovers!

Do you think you're some kind of central-level media outlet like People's Daily Online? Going public so easily, with a market capitalization of billions!

But it's all for naught! Developing a standalone app and PC client will definitely have little effect.

Of course, regardless of whether they are optimistic or not, the client application still needs to be developed.

After all, his "three micro-platforms and one terminal" plan also mentioned the client-side, but he subtly mentioned that it was used to tell stories to investors and to secure funding from the government.

This is the only way for print media to seek development through new media as it declines.

Just like oil is to the US dollar and real estate is to the RMB, valuation can only be achieved with a client as the anchor and this carrier.

Yu Huan changed her mind and said, "Director Qian, I think I have already made my point very clear in my job application report regarding this issue."

"So you're not very optimistic?"

Yu Huan was about to retort—

The president suddenly tapped the table, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"Alright, let Xiao Yu handle the 3D micro-programs, and Zhao Yuan will take care of the client-side development." The president looked around and then fixed his eyes on Zhao Yuan: "Zhao Yuan."

"President!"

Zhao Yuan bowed and responded, suppressing his joy.

His voice betrayed a barely suppressed excitement.

"I really appreciate your insights on the client-side aspects. The finance department will allocate funds for your procurement, and other departments will also provide full support. You'd better do a good job."

Zhao Yuan leaned forward: "President, I will definitely work hard and complete the mission as soon as possible!"

Yu Huan listened to their conversation without showing any emotion. Alright.

The older brother started serving water.

However, Lao Lin remained silent and focused on his own thoughts throughout the entire process.

The president and editor-in-chief took turns giving official speeches, and then offered words of encouragement to Yu Huan and Zhao Yuan.

After the meeting.

When Lao Lin met Yu Huan, he moved his lips slightly and whispered for Yu Huan to go to his office.

Hear the words.

Yu Huan didn't foolishly follow Lao Lin downstairs.

After relieving myself in the restroom, I went to the editor-in-chief's office on the third floor.

I knocked on the door and heard a faint "Come in."

Pushing open the door, I saw Old Lin sitting at the tea table by the window, smoking a cigarette and playing on his phone.

The windows were tightly closed, so that area looked ethereal and otherworldly.

Old Lin was riding the clouds and mist within it.

"Here he comes."

Yu Huan closed the door, walked over to sit opposite Lao Lin, and called out, "Dad."

Old Lin immediately stood up and pushed the glass window open a crack.

The visible smoke seemed to have found an outlet, no longer lingering indoors, but instead being drawn out of the window by the breeze.

After he sat down, he asked, "How are you feeling?"

"How does it feel?" Yu Huan was completely baffled.

"Zhao Yuan snatched one of your projects, and it was the one that was most likely to get government funding. Don't you feel any pain or resentment?" Old Lin said, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, as he busied himself boiling water.

It's time to start making tea.

Therefore, Yu Huan could only say, "I do have some feelings, but not many."

"The president knows you're my son-in-law. Too much rigidity leads to failure, and being too prominent isn't a good thing either." Old Lin carefully observed Yu Huan's expression, which was indeed quite calm and composed.

"Indeed." Yu Huan nodded: "If I really take over everything in the new media department, I'm afraid it will affect you, Dad!"

If the fact that Yu Huan is Lao Lin's son-in-law is exposed, no matter how capable he is, he will definitely not be able to stop his subordinates from gossiping behind his back and saying that he is involved in nepotism.

This biological father, with whom he has no blood relation, will have a bright future and a smooth path in life, which will inevitably have some influence on him.

These words startled Old Lin, who was immediately taken aback.

He quickly resumed his usual joking and scolding: "You little rascal, you've got quite a few thoughts on your mind, not like a young man in his early twenties!"

"Uh." Yu Huan scratched his head.

Old Lin unscrewed the tea canister, grabbed a handful of Dancong tea leaves, and threw them into the gaiwan. He said meaningfully, "Young people have plenty of time. What's meant for you will be yours. Just do your job well and wait. Don't panic or rush."

“I’m not flustered or in a hurry,” Yu Huan said, pulling the covered bowl in front of her. “Dad, let me make it.”

"As long as you have a good attitude, that's fine. I haven't even had your tea yet."

The two men chatted for a while, about all sorts of things, and drank several cups of tea. Old Lin picked up his phone and saw that it was already six o'clock.

He immediately stood up and said:

"Come on, let's go home for dinner. Your mother-in-law left work early today and cooked a delicious meal to celebrate your promotion."

(End of this chapter)