"Then, through newspapers and television, your stories will be spread nationwide so that everyone can pay attention to you."
"This way, more kind-hearted people will extend a helping hand to assist with the post-disaster reconstruction of your orphanage."
"This can really help you."
Li Yuan nodded, somewhat understanding, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented brightness.
In his own words, he solemnly summarized:
"I understand! The work of a journalist is to record stories that really happen, and then spread these real stories to help everyone!"
He puffed out his small chest and loudly proclaimed his ambition:
"Then I also want to become a journalist in the future!"
"I also want to record real stories to help more and more people!"
Luo Chuan looked at Li Yuan's youthful yet resolute face and smiled brightly.
In the following days, Li Yuan often saw the figure of this journalist.
He also learned the man's name — Luo Chuan.
