Upon hearing this, Jiang Hai, who was originally prepared to hold on for two more days, was completely shocked.
"Is this car for the newspaper?" Jiang Hai asked in surprise: "How come I don't know about it at all?"
Wei Yuanxing smiled and shook his head: "How could you know? I only found out about this when I received the transfer order."
Jiang Hai pursed his lips and stood in front of the car. After a long time, he smiled bitterly: "What a double happiness!"
Wei Yuanxing immediately felt that Jiang Hai's description was very appropriate: "It's really a double happiness."
Jiang Hai tried his best to hold back the curse, but fortunately Jiang Shan reminded him repeatedly before going out.
Before the information in your desk is successfully taken out, you must show your spirit of sacrifice.
"I should have said that I should have given you a car a long time ago," Jiang Hai decided to fight: "If you work hard for another two years, you should also have a three-bedroom apartment."
At this moment, Wei Yuanxing felt more and more that he had misjudged Jiang Hai before:
"Xiao Jiang, I always thought you were just a scholar, but I didn't expect you to be talented as a leader. Work hard from now on. I'm so busy that all this stuff will not be yours from now on!"
Jiang Hai chuckled: "Don't worry, old leader, I will do my best!"
Later, under Wei Yuanxing's hearty laughter, Jiang Hai took the initiative to move his desk to the office of the supplement department.
Even the small office that Wei Yuanxing had already arranged was turned down.
Jiang Hai repeatedly emphasized: "Keep everything simple and devote yourself to your work wholeheartedly!"
Wei Yuanxing did not force it, and immediately hung a sign of "Advertising Business Subscription Office" on the door of the office that Jiang Hai had refused.
Because this room is right opposite the door of the office building.
"Editor-in-chief Jiang, you came just in time." Cai Wensheng quietly closed the door of the supplement's editorial department.
Jiang Hai glanced at the closed door, nodded and said, "Before I came, he didn't make things difficult for you, right?"
Cai Wensheng pursed his lips and smiled: "How is it possible...it's not difficult."
Jiang Hai also smiled, which put him at ease: "It's okay, I just came back from the Propaganda Department."
"What should I say?" Cai Wensheng quickly dragged a chair over: "Did you promise them?"
Jiang Hai glanced at the editor Ding Lingling at the opposite table.
Ding Lingling was also looking at him: "What are you looking at me for? I'm with you."
Jiang Hai is not easy to fool now: "That would be great, but I haven't agreed yet, but I am very tempted. The terms offered by the Propaganda Department this time are not bad!"
"I don't care," Ding Lingling continued to lower her head and read the manuscript: "Anyway, you have to take me with you wherever you go. Jiang Zhuangzhuang from the newsroom also said he would follow you."
Jiang Hai silently cursed Cai Wensheng: What a big mouth.
Cai Wensheng smiled sheepishly: "It's okay!" He still believed in these dear friends.
Similarly, Jiang Hai is also secretly looking for his own people.
…
At the Hongxing Daily Chemical Factory, the lunch time has passed, and salesperson Xiao Lin has not seen his master yet.
Uneasy, he searched all the way to the warehouse.
Taking a closer look, it was indeed the same.
Xiao Lin quickly complained: "Master, why didn't you go to the cafeteria to eat again?"
Yuan Kangmei, who was nibbling on a cold steamed bun, looked up and said, "Why do you keep coming to me if you don't stay in the business department?"
Xiao Lin placed a box of white porridge in front of Yuan Kangmei: "Why should people with a weak stomach eat cold steamed buns?"
After saying that, he glanced at the cold warehouse: "It's really cold."
Yuan Kangmei picked up the hot porridge and took a sip: "Don't give it away next time!"
Xiao Lin did not agree: "Then you go to the cafeteria to eat."
"How can I have the shame to see those workers?" Yuan Kangmei was really ashamed.
Xiao Lin looked at him: "So you asked the factory director to transfer you here?"
"No," Yuan Kangmei said: "I want to go to the transportation team to ride a three-wheeler, but Lao Hong won't let me."
Xiao Lin smiled and joked with the master: "Director Hong transferred you here just to make you sick!"
Yuan Kangmei was not sure: "What's the use of making me sick? Should I have shampoo or not?"
"Who asked you not to agree to advertising at that time?"
"You're a stubborn old man," Yuan Kangmei shook his head: "I really admire that Editor-in-Chief Jiang. Not a single word he said to me was false!"
That day, Xiao Lin was also there: "It's true, but it's a pity that no newspaper is willing to place an advertisement now. They say they'll have to wait, but I don't know how long it will take."
…
January 14, 1979, 20 days after the advertisement was published in Pujiang Daily.
Pujiang City's "Wen Hui Bao" published a thousand-character article "justifying the name of the advertisement."
At the same time, "Renmin Daily" published "Pujiang City resumes product advertising business", "Discussing foreign advertising", "Inspiration from an advertisement", "An advertisement saves a factory".
Four consecutive articles a day announced that the commercial advertisement had officially begun.
This day is also the happiest day for Pujiang Daily, as it can finally officially accept advertising business.
"Xiao Jiang, have you seen that Renmin Daily is praising our newspaper again?"
Wei Yuanxing sat in his editor's office with a happy face.
Up to this point, he was calling the deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper Xiao Jiang.
Jiang Hai sat on the sofa nearby, looked at the newspaper in his hand, shook his head and laughed.
At this moment, I have to admit that I really envy the bonus period of "Pujiang Daily".
Wei Yuanxing suddenly thought of something, and his smiling face immediately turned cold.
He felt that he had to give Jiang Hai a warning: "By the way, there is something I want to remind you."
Seeing the other party's suddenly serious expression, Jiang Hai asked: "What's the matter?"
Wei Yuanxing tapped the table with his finger, preparing to knock on Jiang Hai: "You have a younger brother named Jiang Shan, right? It's been a long time since he came back to work. It's too shameful."
Jiang Hai didn't expect this to happen: "Comrade Jiang Shan was seconded by the TV station for a period of time, and the secondment procedures are the same."
"If I had been here at that time, I would never have agreed." Wei Yuanxing frowned: "What can he, a small delivery boy, do on a TV station?"
Jiang Hai looked at the other party in surprise, who told you that you were not there at that time: "You have to ask the director of the TV station, he personally gave the order."
Wei Yuanxing curled his lips and smiled slightly: "I don't care what the reason was before, but now... Comrade Jiangshan must return to his post as soon as possible."
Jiang Hai also curled up his lips and smiled.
Just as they were pouting, the phone in the editor-in-chief's office rang.
By coincidence, a staff member from the city's Propaganda Department walked into the chief editor's office accompanied by a newspaper editor.
After all the handover procedures were completed, Wei Yuanxing leaned on his office chair with a cold face.
He also held a personnel transfer notice in his hand: "Xiao Jiang, who do you think you have offended? The Propaganda Department of our such a good unit actually transferred you."
Jiang Hai finally waited for this day: "I don't know about organizational matters. Anyway, I just obey the orders."
At this time, Wei Yuanxing didn't care about this transfer order at all.
Starting today, newspapers can officially accept advertising business.
According to the consultation calls it usually receives, the recent advertising business volume of "Pujiang Daily" can be fully booked for three months.
However, Jiang Hai's "betrayal" was what made him most unhappy: "You are still too young. You will never regret it unless you go out and get bloodied."
At this moment, Jiang Hai had already stood up from the sofa: "It doesn't matter, fortunately I'm still young."
After saying that, Jiang Hai turned around and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he took one more look at the gray fabric sofa.
It's a pity, this is the third child's favorite seat, and I will definitely buy a better one in the future.
"Ha," Wei Yuanxing chuckled and turned to look out the window.
After so many years, has he seen many lonely and brave young people? "Huh? Where are those two pots of spider plants?"
Only then did Editor-in-Chief Wei discover that there were only two loaves of thin soil left on the windowsill.
Under the same sky in Pujiang City, although it is already winter.
However, the three floors of Anfu Street Primary School that had been vacant for a long time became lively.
Jiang Hai stood in a classroom on the first floor with more than a dozen pioneers: "Comrades have worked hard in the past few days."
Cai Wensheng nodded and said with a smile: "It's really hard to work there during the day and clean here at night."
Several staff members who came together laughed. This is where they will take root from now on.
Jiang Hai walked to the concierge Master Lu and thanked him: "Master Lu, you are really amazing. Where did you find the decoration workers? They did the job quickly and well."
Master Lu felt that none of this was a problem for him: "It's just painting the walls and lighting up the lights. I don't have to bother them if I am a few years younger!"
"Haha," he said it lightly. Jiang Hai knew that he must have been worried a lot: "I would be the happiest if you could come with me."
Master Lu was also very happy, since the salary was the same anyway: "We have agreed a long time ago that the newspaper office must equip the communication room with a TV from now on."
News editor Jiang Zhuangzhuang smiled and shouted: "Don't worry, I will bear witness."
There are not many staff members in the three-story office building of Oriental Metropolis Daily. Including the dozen or so people who worked at the previous "Children's Weekly" office, it is less than one-third of the original "Pujiang Daily" staff.
However, Jianghai already felt that it could operate, and it only needed to recruit more printing workers.
He glanced at Jiangshan standing in the crowd.
Today, Lao San is also an official editor of Oriental Metropolis Daily.
"The next month," Jiang Hai began to race against time, "is the most critical month for our Oriental Metropolis Daily.
In recent days, everyone has become familiar with each other. I hope you can overcome the current difficulties and cooperate with each other...to jointly create a satisfactory first issue of "Oriental Metropolis Daily"!"
After a round of applause, the founding members of Oriental Metropolis Daily immediately got into work mode.
In the afternoon, the employees assigned to the newspaper by the Propaganda Department will also arrive one after another. During this period, there are a large number of unemployed young people waiting to be assigned jobs.
In addition to being responsible for her own work, editor Ding Lingling also has to take time to train new employees.
Many times, Comrade Jiang Hai, the editor-in-chief and president, would come over and give a lecture.
Everything is continuing in an orderly manner, except for the gradually decreasing start-up capital on the books.
