~ Shuhai Pavilion -~Chapter 89 The No. 1 Village in the World
Cai Gaoli's sinister words of "Director Guo" made Cai Gaozhi immediately dumbfounded.
After saying that, Cai Gaoli hurriedly took a few steps, grabbed the phone on the table and shook it. Ordinarily, it was impossible for him to be equipped with a phone at his level, but the only granary in the whole society was too critical, so he installed a phone.
Be prepared for emergencies.
The call was quickly connected, and Cai Gaoli tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart and told the whole story. From beginning to end, Guo Minjia did not interrupt. After listening, he said "strictly confidential" and put the phone down, but Cai Gaoli
Knowing that Guo Minjia was as excited as himself, no, even more excited than himself, because the gasping sound coming from the receiver almost caught up with the broken second-hand electric fan he had just bought.
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There is a small courtyard 30 meters northwest of Changning Street. The courtyard is full of trees. I heard that the leader who led this organization in the past had this word in his name. I especially like it in the spring. Seeing them blooming in full bloom means that it will be a good omen.
His own political prospects are average.
Although this small courtyard is located all over the ministry, and the center of the power agencies with many high-rise buildings seems a bit unsightly, no one dares to look down upon this small courtyard just because it is low. On the contrary, this place is really attracting the attention of the world.
, where the top management focuses, because this is the editorial department of "Red Flag" magazine.
"Red Flag" magazine is the mouthpiece of the party newspaper standing on the same footing as "People's Daily" and "National Defense Force Daily". It can be said to be the main position for governing the world and leading the trend of thought. From this small courtyard, I don't know how many important programs have been issued.
It can be said that the report holds the relative truth of the entire Republic in the 1960s and 1970s. As for whose hands the absolute truth belongs to, you and I cannot say.
Today is already the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the editorial department of "Red Flag" has already been fully staffed. The busiest materials department is already in a commotion, because tomorrow is the day of publication. At this moment, the editors are either busy writing articles or busy.
We collect materials reported from various places, select iconic ones, refine them, summarize them, and put them on the front page.
"Section Chief Shi, I think this press release from Jianghan Province is quite sensational. If it is placed on our front page, it will definitely have a very good publicity effect."
A girl in pink cotton-padded clothes handed a newspaper to Shi Jianfei, who was immersed in writing. The girl had a beautiful face, and her big, watery eyes stared straight at Shi Jianfei's two eyebrows that slanted into his temples.
Got to be a little crazy.
"Oh, thank you, Xiaojiang, Xiaojiang..."
When Shi Jianfei stretched out his hand to pick it up, the girl was still looking at him dreamily and clenched her hands tightly. Shi Jianfei twitched a few times, but when he didn't twitch, he called out softly. The girl came back to her senses and said,
Zhang Sujing's oval face was immediately covered with red clouds. She stuffed the newspaper into Shi Jianfei's arms, turned around and ran away.
"Chief Shi, I think Xiao Jiang is interested in you."
"Xiao Wang, don't talk nonsense. Although Xiao Jiang is good, he is absolutely not worthy of Section Chief Shi."
"Oh, Brother Li, look at my memory. I actually forgot my identity as the section chief. I should be beaten, I should be beaten..."
"Okay, you two guys, stop singing along with me. Dong Laishun is going to cook the mutton for lunch. That's all right."
"The section chief is loyal!"
"Boss Shi is kind!"
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Shi Jianfei is almost the same type of person as Xue Xiang. No matter where he is, he can become the focus of attention. To paraphrase a line from Zhou Xingxing's movie later, these two people should be fireflies in the dark night, always so dazzling.
When Jianfei put down the newspaper and raised money, he thought of that graceful figure, waterfall-like black hair, gem-like eyes, and flawless face. How awe-inspiring and inviolable that fairy-like figure must be, but her hands
But it was in his hand. As soon as he thought about it, Shi Jianfei suddenly felt an uncomfortable throbbing in his chest.
Taking a sip of tea to drive away the thoughts in his heart, Shi Jianfei immersed himself in reading the report. Just seeing that the section was in the agriculture section, he lost most of his interest first. "Red Flag" magazine highlighted theoretical research.
Yes, this achievement of agricultural convenience cannot be matched by any means.
Looking at the title "Peach Blossom Spring in a Mountain Village", Shi Jianfei gradually became interested and continued to read. Unexpectedly, this reading took more than an hour and just over 1,500 words. Shi Jianfei
Fei read it no less than five times because the reports in the article were so shocking.
Last year, a small mountain village owed more than 1,000 yuan to the commune over the years. In just one year, it realized a revenue of more than 325,000 yuan handed over to the commune. The per capita income increased from less than 10 yuan to the current level.
One thousand three hundred yuan, a full increase of thirteen times, this autumn rice
The output is even 500,000 kilograms, which is the total from 1955 to 1976. Now the production team has a 5,000-head pig farm, a 5,000-ton feed factory, and a vegetable greenhouse planting base.
The members all live in buildings and have running water...
The more Shi Jianfei read, the more excited he became. He read this report five times. It was not because the manuscript was so exciting, but because Shi Jianfei silently calculated the income and expenses based on the specific data in the manuscript, and evaluated whether there were any
Moisture, or how much moisture there is, after looking at the black and white photo of the pig farm in the newspaper, with the sea of fat pigs, and his own estimation, he basically concluded that the Guoshantun in this article was actually made
achieved results.
Such wonderful material, with his own creative writing, once it is published, the effect will be sensational, and it may be another Dazhai Village. While organizing the material in his mind, Shi Jianfei thought about how to highlight the key points: Jianghan Evening News
I have to stop telling you how awesome the captain is. No, captain, Beijing, 18 years old, Xue Xiang...
A series of keywords were put together, and the more Shi Jianfei thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Maybe it was really that boy. Thinking again, years ago, that boy also said that he was "devolved to the local government." Maybe he was going to be an official.
Damn it!
Shi Jianfei cursed secretly, picked up the phone on the table and started shaking it. Shi Jianfei went around and around to activate connections, even using his second uncle who was the top leader in Jianghuai Province, and finally confirmed the backing village.
The identity of the captain is none other than Xue Xiang!
Just as Shi Jianfei was gritting his teeth in anger, the girl surnamed Jiang came back and asked softly: "Section Chief Shi, have you finished reading that manuscript? How about, if possible, should we repost the original text or reorganize the material?
, refine new arguments?”
"Let's put it out there for now. The people below like Da Xigong the most. The data above is too shocking. I think it's better to verify it. After all, our "Red Flag" is no better than those local tabloids. Seriousness and accuracy come first."
"Well, what Section Chief Shi said is really good, okay, I'll go look for other materials." The girl surnamed Jiang raised her eyebrows and smiled softly, spoke, and was about to leave.
"Xiao Jiang, how about having a meal together at noon."
"Um…"
"There are also Xiao Wang and Xiao Li, Dong Laishun, mutton hotpot"
"Okay, I'll be there soon."
"No, let's go together then, I have a car."
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Shi Jianfei was unwilling to promote Xue Xiang's political achievements and pressed the material. But Shi Jianfei could not press such a sensational news. That afternoon, Xue Xiang read the headline on the front page of "Yangming Daily"
When the report about Kaoshantun arrived, Xinhua Daily, Beijing Evening News, and Weekly News all published it. They were all heavy-hitting reports in black and bold, full of praise.
Although the influence of these three newspapers is slightly less than that of two newspapers and one magazine, they are still famous newspapers across the country. Once these three newspapers were published, they were not well-known around the world. Xue Xiang has collected all major newspapers and periodicals
, he locked himself in the room. Under the pale yellow light, he held a pen and underlined the newspaper reports about himself word by word.
At this moment, I discovered that all the newspapers and periodicals were not only praising the achievements of Guoshantun, but also giving more than 80% of the credit to themselves. All kinds of names and hats were flying in. Xue Xiang stared at
The titles of "Young Model Worker", "Pacemaker of Struggle" and "Socialist Dream Maker" suddenly made everyone shiver.
Jingle bell, jingle bell, the phone in the main room rang.
"Big guy, come out and answer the phone. It's the uncle with the smooth hair."
Xue Xiang rushed out, rubbed the little guy's head, asked her to continue watching TV, and then took the phone.
"Xiao Xue, you are really not a light-hearted guy. You don't stop anywhere. Who would have thought that a small ravine like Kaoshantun would allow you to make such a big splash, haha..."
An Zaihai's voice was full of joy. He now regarded Xue Xiang as his nephew. He was very honored that Xue Xiang could make Guoshan Village so prosperous.
Xue Xiang's face was as dark as water, and he whispered: "Second uncle, those few articles in the newspapers are all from you..."
"Silly boy, I am not taking action lightly on your second uncle. You are too underestimating your second uncle, the executive deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China. In front of me, how many newspapers can be called a big newspaper? Wait.
Look at the show, your second uncle is not so stingy, he just printed an additional edition of "People's Daily", you haven't read it yet, haha..."
An Zaihai was a man of temperament, and Xue Xiangji was his favorite. As soon as he heard that Xue Xiang had made a problem, he immediately tried his best to help and vowed to give Xue Xiang a big gift.
When Xue Xiang heard that even "People's Daily" was involved, he felt even more uneasy. He could not bother to take a closer look with An Zaihai, let alone reveal the "big things" he had done in Kaoshantun. He even asked An Zaihai to say goodbye.
I couldn't say anything that was not helpful, so I put down the phone and ran out.
As soon as he ran to the gate, he bumped into Kangtong.
"Third brother, good news, good news. Look, what happened to you in Kaoshantun has been reported in the newspapers, and it has also been published in People's Daily." Kang Tong's face was filled with joy, and he held a stack of newspapers in his hand.
Change the silent nature of the past.
Xue Xiang didn't have time to elaborate, so he found the People's Daily and spread it out. On the front page, there were five large black characters "The No. 1 Village in the World" written in italics. The words were so bright that he almost went blind.
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