Chapter 1222: The mountain in Badang Ulgok looks so pretty that it makes me cry (2)
There were about 100 media outlets in Jeju Island, named after the region.
This number includes daily and weekly newspapers, internet news outlets, and broadcasters, with varying scales.
The media outlet that the reporter, who had walked the path that could be described as "garbage journalism," belonged to was one of the larger ones in the region.
In smaller media outlets, it was common for the integrated social and external affairs departments to be separated.
The reporter was part of the external affairs department.
"You're asking me to interview the students from Eungwang High?"
"Yeah, lately things have been quiet in the external affairs section, so we can't fill up the pages. Do you think it's common for players of that caliber to visit at once? Try to get an interview if possible, and if not, at least find out what routes they’re taking and how they’re spending their time."
The reporter frowned at the department head's order.
In reality, the external affairs section at this media outlet had been without much work recently, and there were subscribers who might be interested in an article about how the Eungwang High students were spending their time in Jeju.
However, the reporter had neither a sense of mission nor any love for Jeju Island.
From the reporter’s perspective, these were just ignorant, rich kids who had gotten into an expensive school thanks to their superior abilities and now found themselves on a free trip to Jeju Island. The idea of wasting time and energy interviewing them was off-putting.
‘Hold on, hold on... If it weren’t for my senior’s introduction, I’d probably be out of a job by now...’