After returning from the archives, Zhang Tianhao had a clear idea of what to do next. As long as the plan was written, Li Linian would become the protagonist in a novel.
Zhang Tianhao, with a slight smile on his lips, quickly returned to the office and started writing again. He knew a lot about Taiyuan Station, especially the people who came from Taiyuan. An Qi told him about it.
He immediately set out to learn more about it, and it turned out that he actually learned something about Li Linian's experience, which became his best promotional material.
In order to add some obstacles to Li Linian, Zhang Tianhao really tried his best, and he fought very hard.
One afternoon, after looking at the files of the two of them, he started doing it. In the end, even his hands were numb from writing.
Looking at the full stack of paper, which contained about 50,000 to 60,000 words, he worked hard for eight hours until his liver ached. It was even dark outside, and he was not ready to go home until after ten o'clock.
And An Qi had already left work, nearly five hours earlier than Zhang Tianhao. This was also the longest day for him to write here. After all, this kind of thing is really not something ordinary people can do.
The style of online novels from later generations was vividly written on him at this moment, and it was completely exciting to read.
But the degree of cruelty in it made the world see it. This traitor from the Red Party was so ruthless, and it was completely to bring disaster to him.
He could imagine what the scene would be like when these articles were published.
He also gave these articles an interesting name, "Miracles in the Year of Li". Li Linian, of course, is Li Linian.
After stretching, Zhang Tianhao sorted out the manuscript and walked outside. Even the original manuscript on the table was taken away by him. He was also afraid that someone would see the manuscript he wrote.
In the basement, Zhang Tianhao went inside again to check. At this time, Gao Zhanhai's wife had been sent back to the cell, and even Qi Yaomin had been sent back to the cell. However, both of them were injured all over their bodies. If it hadn't been for the doctors here,
If they treat it, the whole person may be disabled.
All kinds of torture instruments were thrown at them, which no one could bear.
Zhang Tianhao also admired these two people very much, but he was only an inspector and had no ability to save them, not even the little girl named Gao Min.
"Guard, haven't they eaten anything? If they continue like this, will they not be able to survive the next round of training?"
Zhang Tianhao looked at the seven people in the prison and asked with some confusion: "These people can't die now. Let's give them some food. Send someone to the canteen to get some rice and steamed buns, and let each of them share a portion."
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"this……"
"What's wrong?" Seeing the guard's hesitation, he also looked at the guard with some doubts, "Did the superiors tell me not to give them anything?"
"Then no, it's just that I'm worried that the director will blame me and bring trouble to you, section chief. After all, these are underground parties or spies."
"Forget it, pour them some water!" Zhang Tianhao also understood his good intentions. At least Zhang Tianhao was quite popular in the entire Peiping Station. Those who were under his management of logistics would receive a certain amount of income every month.
, more or less, compared to other people, sometimes it may be similar to those on the front line.
"Okay, I'll pour them some cold water right away!"
"Well, there is also this little girl. Don't let her go hungry. When she has something to eat tomorrow, bring her an extra portion. We have no reason to blame a child."
After saying that, Zhang Tianhao left the basement, but Zhang Tianhao's words still attracted the attention of the seven. Even though he was tired and in poor health, at least Zhang Tianhao was kind enough to help them.
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At eleven o'clock, Zhang Tianhao drove his car and left the Party Affairs Office. This was the last time he usually got off work, not counting being on duty.
Soon, he drove out of the street near the Party Affairs Office and headed towards another street. When he got to the other street, he got out of the car and found a safe house. A quarter of an hour later, he directly transformed into a
The middle-aged man, wearing a top hat, walked out of the safe house.
Then he looked up at a book club not far away. Although it was almost twelve o'clock, there were still many students here communicating.
He opened the door gently and walked in. He saw a student coming to greet him.
"Sir, is there something wrong? I don't know what I can do for you." A girl with double braids came over and asked with some confusion.
"Hello, I'm looking for someone to copy a few articles for me. The pay is good!"
The book club, in addition to selling books, also helps people with pens, writing and copying, etc. It is also a source of income for some students. After all, not every student lives a good life, even at Peking University.
"Okay, I don't know how much content you want to copy sir. We charge according to the number of words, 10,000 words. What do you think?"
"Okay, how many people are you here?" Zhang Tianhao lowered his voice and asked in a middle-aged voice, "I need to be faster, and I don't need to be very neat!"
"We have thirteen classmates here. Sir, do you plan to invite them all?" When the girl heard this, she was also happy. After all, this is extra income and there is no trouble at all.
"Okay, let's go in and talk. I hope to copy them all within an hour!"
As he said that, he walked in directly with his bag, and then saw many students sitting around the empty desks on the second floor. At first glance, they looked a bit like college students in Peking, or even high school students if not.
"Sir, please take it out and let's prepare some paper!"
"No need for your paper, I have already prepared it. He doesn't want to leave any marks on it. He is not afraid. Once these students are discovered, it will be a big trouble."
He took out a stack of manuscripts and a stack of large white paper directly from his bag. This was ordinary paper, not the kind of paper specially printed for units.
"Ten tickets per person. If you are interested, you can help. Of course, it will be kept confidential. I think everyone will know."
"Sir, please don't worry about this. We know how to do it and we will never reveal it." The student still said to Zhang Tianhao seriously, while calling the people over, and then explained the reason.
"Okay, I am also very happy with my work. If I copy it in half an hour, it will be three times. If I copy it in one hour, it will be twice as much. If I copy it in one hour, it can only be the original price. And everyone, every two minutes in advance, will get the same price."
The reward is an extra ten cents. As for the handwriting, you must be able to recognize it, and it is in Song font. I won’t say much else."
As he spoke, he began to distribute papers and his manuscripts to thirteen people.
You know, this is a very simple and easy thing to do, and it doesn’t require good handwriting. Looking at everyone, there is a small stack of manuscripts in front of them, about three or four thousand!
There are so many words that do not require good calligraphy. These students looked at the words and understood that they all picked up paper and pens and started writing hurriedly. Time is money.
One person can write three to four thousand words, which is half an hour.
As for why it was shortened so short, the reason is that he didn't want these people to pay more attention to his handwriting. Even if he has changed, it is inevitable that there will still be many traces of him.
Zhang Tianhao watched these people write, and he sat there, and then watched them write without pouring tea, smoking, or even taking off the flat glasses on his face.
After all, if you wear makeup and no one recognizes you, this is the best result.
When the time reached 25 minutes, the first person had already copied everything. Although the words were a little ugly, he could still recognize them and had met his requirements. He was not in a hurry and continued to wait.
When it was twenty-eight minutes, everyone had finished copying, and he was also sorting out the manuscripts here. Zhang Tian paid seventeen yuan directly and disappeared outside the book club.
