Do you have time..." Lance handed the signed form back.
Patricia glanced at his signature and whispered, "I'm not sure. This seems... too fast. We're going on a date after just meeting once..."
Lance chuckled, "I mean I want to know something about registration..."
Patricia suddenly felt a little embarrassed. When it comes to relationships between men and women, whoever expresses their attitude first will become more passive.
Just when she didn't know what to say, Lance deftly resolved her current embarrassment and looked into her eyes, "I also want to take this opportunity to get closer to you."
Patricia looked at him, covering her face, and she had a better impression of this young man. "Saturday morning..."
After the two agreed on a time and address, Lance left the City Commercial Services Bureau.
There were more people doing business in the Commercial Service Bureau at this time. Even the entrance was crowded with people. He stood at the entrance, lowered his head, lit a cigarette, then raised his head and looked up at the sky.
He exhaled all the good and bad things in his chest along with the smoke.
The dream boat has set sail and the future has arrived!
What he didn't know was that a reporter had just caught this moment of his and was planning to use it in the business section of tomorrow's "LOS Today" newspaper. He even had a name in mind -
It is called "Young Entrepreneurs and the Future of the City". Through the comparison between individuals and the city, it shows the citizens the surging vitality of the city (see the picture at the end of the article).
This is also one of the requirements of the city hall. They hope to show the youthful rhythm of the city.
Come out and let more people focus on it!
Maybe Lance noticed someone was taking pictures, or maybe he just had some sense, he glanced over there and the reporter immediately felt a little embarrassed.
He came over with a camera in his hand. "Hello, sir. I'm a reporter from Today's LOS. Just now... the image was so vivid. I might use your photo in tomorrow's newspaper."
"If I may, I can pay you... two dollars?"
Lance turned him down, "It's free, buddy, I'd even thank you for doing it!"
He paused and said, "So if you have any other interview assignments, maybe we can talk about it."
The reporter's eyes lit up immediately. There was no better material than interviewing the person in the photo. He immediately took out a pen and paper and asked, "Are you here to register a company today?"
"Yes."
"What made you decide to register your company in LOS City?"
Lance thought about it seriously. "Golden Harbour is not the only city in the Federation with excellent business development potential, but it has a group of highly efficient and honest government officials. They boldly and cautiously installed a high-horsepower engine for our economic development, allowing us to always be on the fast track of economic development."
"It is foreseeable that with the efforts of the managers and all of us, LOS will not only lead the entire federation, but even the world. I firmly believe this!"
"I can't allow myself to miss such an opportunity. It may also be the most important opportunity in my life..."
The interview ended quickly. The reporter looked at the notebook full of materials. He couldn't control his emotions. He stretched out his hand and shook Lance's hand tightly.
"That's very well said, Lance. These words can probably be put in the newspaper without any changes. Which university did you graduate from?"
In his opinion, anyone who can speak with such profound ideas
must not be a primary school student.
Lance smiled and said, "I didn't go to college."
The reporter found it hard to believe, "I can't believe this, but no matter what
, Lance, I will use your material..."
"So I want to thank you, you saved me time, and this article will definitely be great."
Seeing the reporter's enthusiasm, Lance thought for a moment and said, "Then let me
Let's have a cup of coffee. I haven't met Lance White yet."
He extended his hand, and the reporter quickly screwed the cap on the pen, then used his free right hand to shake Lance's hand tightly, "George Smith, a reporter from Golden Harbour Today."
The two sat down on the side of the road, and George ordered two cups of coffee for thirty-nine, and a pastry stand, which totaled less than one dollar and fifty cents.
In fact, this is already a very high-end product in this cafe. Most people only drink coffee that costs ten or twenty cents, and it is impossible for them to order the pastry stand.
"Are you from LOS?" George took a sip of coffee and asked a question, "I hear your accent..."
Lance nodded, "Indeed, but there is actually one thing that happened here."
"I was sold to another state because of an accident when I was a child. I was only a few years old at that time, and they asked me to work."
"When I grew up, they put me in a small workshop to work. There were people from all over the world. You know, as long as you pay, there will always be people willing to work."
"That's why my accent is a bit complicated, and a lot of people can spot that."
George nodded, agreeing with the view. "What a nightmare situation. And then?"
"Then a while ago, my adoptive father passed away. I left and searched around for my family. Then they told me that there was a match."
"I met Mr. and Mrs. White, sorry, it's hard for me to say that. We do look alike."
"I'm home!"
After listening to this, George was amazed, "It's incredible, no wonder you speak so deeply, life has taught you everything!"
"Lance, I have to say, it's an honour to meet you. Can I publish your story in the report?"
"I think this is a very inspiring story, and you know, it actually fits in with what some politicians want to see, which will make your future journey a little easier."
George was completely impressed by Lance's conversation and his magical experiences, and he wanted to make Lance's personality and image more rounded.
Lance naturally would not refuse this. The Federation is a huge place of fame and fortune, and fame and fortune are the most important things here.
"I don't really want to recall those things and people that happened, but at least my adoptive father didn't make me
disabled or die, and I don't want my past life to haunt me and my family again..."
George nodded repeatedly, "I understand. I will replace the other people's names with pseudonyms, including the location and time. Don't worry, I'm a senior reporter, I can handle this."
After Lance provided George with some more materials, the two exchanged contact information and said goodbye. George asked Lance to pay attention to tomorrow's newspaper and he would write it carefully.
Meeting George was a pleasant surprise. In this era when information technology was not well developed or even a desert, the main way for people to understand the world was newspapers.
Magazines are too expensive, and the working class has extremely limited spending power on magazines. Although television may have more content, most ordinary working-class people watch television outside the windows on the street.
In addition to these, radio may also be a major channel, but radio is limited by time and broadcasting equipment, and people cannot carry a radio around everywhere.
But newspapers can. A newspaper costs five cents, and you can use it to receive information on your way to work, on the bus or subway, or even when you are taking a shit.
And eventually it has additional value, like being used to wipe your butt, or wrap things.
Expanding his media relations was also part of his plan, but this step went more smoothly than he had imagined.
In fact, if you look closely, you can often see reporters on the streets. As the most important information dissemination channel of this era, it is much closer to the lives of ordinary people than people imagine.
The next morning, the director of the City Business Administration came to his office carrying a box of donuts. As soon as he sat down, the phone rang, "This is..."
"Mr. Mayor, I haven't had time to read today's newspaper..."
"Okay, I'll take a look right away."
"Yes, I understand."
He frowned a little confusedly, picked up the phone and asked his assistant to bring in today's "Today's LOS".
Opening the business section, the first page is the door of the City Commercial Service Bureau. It is crowded with people, all with their heads down or communicating with people around them.
But in this crowded composition, there is a person who appears out of place in the surroundings.
A young man is standing at the door, holding a cigarette in his hand and looking up at the sky. This photo gives people a very strange feeling.
It's like reminding people that sometimes we should look up. The language of the picture reveals positive things that make people linger on it.
Then he looked at the main body of the report. A long paragraph first described the good economic development of LOS City today, and used a lot of data to compare the changes in the last quarter, last year, and the past five and ten years.
The growth of urban business scale, economic growth, the growth of the number of registered enterprises, the growth of tax revenue...
Simple numbers, but very convincing content. Then the reporter interviewed the people in the photo, and the words of the interviewees looked very convincing.
It seems that he always says that the development of the city is the result of everyone's efforts.
But the director tasted something from it. This person was different from others. He did not flatter the bureaucrats' actions on the surface, but said that it was all the result of everyone's efforts.
But in every sentence he said, he put officials before "us", which gave people the impression that they could clearly distinguish the primary and secondary positions.
It is implicit yet explicit that makes people feel that the development of the city is essentially the efforts of the bureaucracy.
Finally, the report mentioned the specific situation of the interviewee, which was also very legendary.
After reading the entire report in one breath, the director felt that he was elevated. He could even hear the city's strong pulse beating and roaring in his ears!
He sat there thinking for a while, called the assistant director over, then turned the page of the newspaper to the top, pointed at Lance and asked, "Is this the person we arranged, or the report we arranged?"
The assistant director looked at the strange young man, somewhat at a loss. "We didn't arrange any interviews or reports. This should be their spontaneous behaviour, right..."
The director pursed his lips and said, "The mayor read this report and thought it fits the image of our LOS City very well, and it also serves the purpose of diverting attention from recent events."
"But since he's not one of ours, we don't need to worry about it. Let's have someone check it out and review his application first..."
After the assistant director left, the director looked at Lance's young face and always felt that they would definitely have a chance to interact with each other in the future.