The shelves are still full of products. As the number one department store in Beijing, Wangfujing is still well stocked.
While Zhong Shanyue was selecting the goods, he said to Jiang Hua: "Look, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, and the business is booming. Is there anything else that is hard to live by?"
Jiang Hua looked at the shelves filled with Sony, Toshiba, Coca-Cola and other foreign brands, while our brand products could only be huddled in the corner, which looked particularly pitiful.
"Dad, where do the products on the shelf come from?"
Zhong Shanyue looked at the shelves in front of him: "Well, where is Meijiajing? Why is it gone? Why is this facial balm foreign? If we can produce it ourselves, do we still need to import it?"
"Not only that, look at the shelves, most of which are foreign products." Jiang Hua sighed and said, "This is a crisis, second only to the real crisis when you fought against the Japanese invaders. If this war starts,
If we don’t win, our national industry will disappear.”
Zhong Shanyue's face changed, and then he said to Jiang Hua: "Back then, I was not afraid of seeing red with a bayonet. What are you afraid of? Although I know this is definitely more complicated than ours with a bayonet seeing red, but first we must have the belief that we will win. You are now
Doing business, so I want you to spare no effort to win this war."
"Of course it goes without saying." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "I still have the belief that I will win, but the process will be more difficult, but no matter how difficult it is, we have to hold on to the bottom line."
The whole family bought a lot of New Year's goods, and most of the products they chose were domestic brands. We can't just keep buying foreign products while claiming to protect domestic manufacturing.
After arriving home, Zhong Shanyue looked at Jiang Hua, who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, and asked with a smile: "How are you going to start this battle?"
Jiang Hua thought for a while and said: "I will start a public opinion battle for him first and arouse the public's emotions first."
Zhong Shanyue stood up and patted Jiang Hua on the shoulder: "Go and do it if you want to. Someone has to do this. Now that you see it, don't hesitate."
Go to the study room and spread out the manuscript paper.
The smoke behind the prosperity has begun to defend the national manufacturing industry.
This is the title and subtitle Jiang Hua gave his article. While writing the content in standard grammar, he recalled the crimes that foreign capital had committed in the country, and then clearly explained the harm of foreign capital.
A standard argumentative essay was born. It was informative and well-founded. Jiang Hua himself felt that it was a rare and good article.
After repeated revisions, Jiang Hua sent the article to the newspaper, the most authoritative newspaper.
After the newspaper received this article, the editor below took a look at the title and felt that it was not his own who made the decision. The person who wrote the article was either a lunatic or a fool.
He thought it was a bit rebellious to say such things in an open environment.
The editor-in-chief read it over and immediately felt that it made sense, but he also felt that he could not grasp it, so he could only send it to the editor-in-chief for reading.
The editor-in-chief is not something that ordinary people can do. He looks at the problem from a different perspective. After reading the article, he sighed deeply and pointed out current affairs, and he hit the nail on the head.
After obtaining the consent of the leader, the next day, Jiang Hua's article was the headline news on the front page, and it also included a commentary article.
This article caused an uproar. Some ordinary people applauded, thinking that the article hit the key points at present and raised their vigilance. Others cursed, thinking that this was a narrow national sentiment and was not conducive to the great unity of the people of the world.
On the other hand, this article has aroused widespread response among national manufacturing entrepreneurs. They are the first-hand experiencers of the unprecedented pressure caused by the influx of foreign brands and foreign capital.
They were very happy because this article was published in the country's highest-profile newspaper, and the implication contained in it was self-evident, and the country began to pay attention to this matter.
A few days later, the front page of West Sichuan Daily published a letter from the CEO of West Sichuan Changhong Group: a letter to the nation's home appliance companies.
This letter officially set off a wave of domestic national manufacturing bosses declaring war. They all pointed their swords at foreign capital and vowed to fight to the death in this smokeless battle.
Kang Jia, TC, Haer and other bosses immediately responded. TC's boss even announced that he would organize a death squad, and he was the captain of the death squad.
Boss Haer said that he would be the last person to die in battle. This was not because he was afraid of death, but rather to show that after his death in battle, no one else would die in battle. He wanted to be a martyr who died with the enemy.
There was widespread discussion in the society, and Jiang Hua and Zheng Tong were also discussing it in the research institute.
"Do we have any technologies in our institute that these companies can use?" Jiang Hua asked with a smile: "Although we can't be on the front line against the enemy, I can at least give them some artillery support."
Zheng Tong said helplessly: "You are the one calling the storms, and then you ask me to carry the thunder."
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is where justice lies." Jiang Hua said solemnly: "If you are right, you will get a lot of help, but if you are unjust, there will be little help. If we don't help others now, who will help us when we are in trouble?"
Zheng Tong took out a folder and added only a piece of paper: "I, Zheng Tong, who am I, have already thought of you. As soon as your article was published, I knew that we would definitely send it to these enterprises.
The cannonballs have been prepared for you."
Jiang Hua raised his hands to Zheng Tonggong and said, "Brother, you are really Xiao He, and Li Shanchang is still alive."
Talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.
Jiang Hua was reading documents when a man pushed in the door. He was the secretary of the leader of the planning committee.
"Jiang Hua, the leader wants to discuss something with you."
Jiang Hua smiled and said: "The leader is so polite. He even asked you to come and invite me in person. Wouldn't I just go there after making a phone call?"
Jiang Hua took the folder with him conveniently. After getting in the car, his secretary criticized him: "You, you, you are just like that Monkey Sun, who accidentally broke the news. Because of your article, we are very worried now."
passive."
Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Okay, brothers are not outsiders, so stop pretending. Before my article was published in the newspaper, the leaders must have read it. Without permission, the editor-in-chief would not have the guts to publish this article casually.
Let it out."
The secretary smiled and shook his head: "My boss told me before I came here that I can't scare you, you idiot. It's true."
"Then what's the point of the leader calling me this time?" Jiang Hua said with a smile: "I don't want to take over the rags. I just finished the 798 factory. I can't stand it if it happens again."
"Don't worry, you don't have to charge into battle this time." The secretary said with a smile: "The leader asked me to invite you to come and sit firmly in the central military tent while shaking the goose feather fan."
