175. Chapter 171 A letter of help from the Eastern boss
Chapter 171 A letter of help from the Eastern boss
"My name is Yu Minhong, and I am a student who failed the college entrance examination... Tsk,"
After reciting the first sentence silently, Jiang Shan was almost certain that the reader named Yu Minhong should be the future principal of Dongfang.
Interesting, Jiang Shan flicked the cigarette ashes that were almost scattered, and continued to look back:
[I am a failed student in the college entrance examination, but I am not an ordinary failed student, because this year is my second time taking the college entrance examination.
My ideal was to be a people's teacher. After taking the college entrance examination for the first time in 1978, my English score was only 33 points, and the English admission score for the Changshu Teachers College I applied for was 38 points.
This year, although my English score has improved to 55 points, the English score line of Changshu Teachers College has increased to 60 points...
When I thought about my English that I couldn't catch up no matter how hard I tried, I even gave up the idea of continuing to take the college entrance examination.
It wasn't until I saw the "Daily English Corner" column in "Oriental Metropolis Daily" that I discovered that the Chinese and English novels and grammatical analysis in it were written specifically for us college entrance examination students.
It's a pity that I only have a few copies of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" in my hand. If possible, I would like to go to the newspaper office and copy out all the previous topics...
Looking forward to your reply!]
"Editor Cai, this reader's letter I have in my hand," Jiang Shan raised the letter paper in his hand after reading it: "Let me reply to it."
Not only did he have to write this reply, Jiang Shan also wanted to receive the future boss in person.
In my impression, the reason why Yu Minhong was able to get into Peking University after the third college entrance examination.
It's because he will study in a newly established English training class this year.
It is precisely because of this that Principal Yu felt the charm of the training institution prematurely.
An English training institution in the 1980s and 1990s? A great project that killed everyone!
Cai Wensheng squinted, but still couldn't see clearly: "Which letter is it?"
"It's the one who wrote the letter asking for English questions."
"Okay," Editor Cai nodded: "It's just right to leave it to you. After I finish replying to the letter, I will bring this letter to Mr. Li to see, so that he will be happy as well."
"That's what I mean." Jiang Shan indeed had this idea:
"In addition, there should be many people who have the same idea as this reader. We can also create a joint issue of the Chinese and English novels of "The Chronicles of Narnia" in the weekend edition."
"Okay," Jiang Hai nodded: "The novel itself is very attractive. We can publish it in the weekend expanded edition of Oriental Metropolis Daily in three or four weeks."
"Yes, this can also keep the reader's appetite for a long time," Editor Cai then thought: "Hey, let's not talk about other things first and quickly see which letter to choose."
Needless to say, Jiang Shan is already reading the third letter from a reader:
[In 1977, I worked as a forestry assistant in a commune. I signed up for the college entrance examination without any preparation. It was natural that I failed in the exam.
Then in 1978, I took the college entrance examination with a few friends and joined in the fun, but of course I failed.
But it was also during this year that a lesbian I had a crush on in the commune was admitted to a technical secondary school.
When she was about to return to the city to go to school, I mustered up the courage to say what I had been hiding in my heart.
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the girl looked at me with a very strange look: In such an environment, how can you still think about talking about love?
I was angry at that time, and immediately replied unconvinced: Are you not qualified to fall in love in the countryside?
Guess how that girl responded to me: Of course, but she is not qualified to fall in love with me.
In March of this year, each commune reduced the number of "eight members", and I completely gave up the idea of turning into a formal employee.
After being hit one after another, I decided to give it a go with no way out.
So, in the last few months, I devoted myself to studying like crazy.
I have heard the saying "hard work pays off" for nineteen years.
This year, I deeply felt what an eternal saying is.
I was admitted to Nankai University with the second best score in Inner Mongolia.
When I learned the news, my old father hugged me and burst into tears.
No one knows how hard I have studied these past few months.
After that, I went to visit Gao Liang, the number one student in Inner Mongolia, who had been admitted to the philosophy department of BJ University.
On his desk, I saw a bound volume of "Oriental Metropolis Daily".
The exercises above were an eye-opener for me. If I could have seen them earlier, I think my chemistry score would not only be a mere 30 points...
The purpose of the letter is to ask on behalf of the students in Inner Mongolia why our local post office does not have a subscription order for "Oriental Metropolis Daily"?]
"This letter is good," Jiang Shan immediately praised excitedly: "Especially the last two paragraphs, who would you choose if you don't choose it?"
The child who studied very hard won the runner-up after the college entrance examination.
Although it is gratifying, it cannot be compared to the child who won the championship after receiving the help of "Oriental Metropolis Daily".
In Jiangshan's view, this reader's letter is simply a standard promotional advertisement for Oriental Metropolis Daily.
The most amazing thing is that the reader also asked about the subscription methods in other provinces in the last paragraph.
This is equivalent to giving a strong signal for "Oriental Metropolis Daily" to enter the market in other provinces!
Editor-in-Chief Rong beside him took the letter and nodded after reading it twice: "Yes, I also think it is the most suitable."
Cai Wensheng didn't even know who they were talking about: "Which letter is this?"
"The letter from Inner Mongolia."
"Oh," Cai Wensheng heard this and had no objection: "Then read this issue first, and wait for other letters later..."
"Editor Cai," Jiang Shan wanted to say more, "I think that comrade who returned to Beidahuang... let him go quietly."
"Um?"
"I also think," Editor-in-Chief Rong seconded, "Everyone is trying every possible means to correct the situation, and this should be considered a counter-advocate approach."
Editor-in-chief Jiang Hai's eyes suddenly sank, and he said decisively: "Old Cai, let's stop the matter of the letter."
"Okay," this letter was originally a candidate. Editor Cai raised the manuscript in his hand: "Anyway, the excellent works in my hand can't be published."
When everyone walked out of the conference room one after another, it was time for the newspaper office to get off work.
Comrade Jiang Shan walked directly to the gate.
At this moment, the second brother Jiang He was standing in front of the advertising wall sweating.
"Second brother, I'm here," Jiang Shan said with a smile, holding a big cattail leaf fan that came out of the reception room.
"get off work?"
"We've just arrived." Jiang Shan fanned his second son vigorously: "Do you need me to buy you a bottle of ice soda?"
"No need," Jiang He was knitting a red scarf for the giraffe on the wall: "Your brother is not that delicate."
"Pay attention," Jiang Shan stopped holding the cattail leaf fan in his hand: "Pay attention to tracing the lines of the woolen scarf. The larger the mural is, the more details will be enlarged."
"Well," Jiang He's eyes widened immediately: "I have been drawing this scarf for two hours, and it is more laborious than our mother's knitting."
"With this skill, I'll have to ask Editor-in-Chief Jiang to give you more money soon."
"Remember to mention it later."
The third child waved the cattail leaf fan again: "Don't worry, you'll check on me later!"
"Hey, isn't that who this is?"
Suddenly a sharp voice came out from behind, making Jiang Shan turn around in shock.
"I remembered, isn't he the partner of Lu Xiao on the third floor!"
As soon as these words came out, not only Jiangshan, but also Jianghe stopped painting.
I turned around and saw that it was two aunties.
The aunts had narrow eyes and generously looked up and down at Comrade Jiang He, who was covered in oil paint.
In his eyes, he couldn't hide his disdain.
Comrade Jiang He just looked at the other party coldly.
After more than ten seconds, I finally plucked up the courage to ask the aunt who was confused several times, but finally decided that it would be better to leave first.
"Usually looking at Xiao Lu's behavior, I thought I could pick someone great, but it turns out he's just a painter."
"It's not surprising. No matter how good her condition is, she still has age."
"I'm telling you..."
As the distance gradually widened, the two brothers, who had always had their ears pricked up, finally resumed their forward-leaning posture.
Jiang He frowned: "Then what did the old ladies say in the end?"
Jiang Shan put down the cattail leaf fan held by his ear and continued to shake it: "It was too far away, and I couldn't hear it clearly."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Hai slowly walked out of the door of the newspaper office.
When he passed by the two aunts, his brisk footsteps obviously paused.
Then he turned to look at the aunt, and then walked quickly towards the advertising wall.
"Who were those two old ladies just now?"
Jiang Hai looked at the second child and asked, "Is the Lu Xiao they are talking about the sister-in-law?"
"Did you hear what they said?" Jiang He asked quickly.
"It's said that Lu Xiao didn't want any gift, so he married her off."
As soon as the boss finished speaking, Jiang He's eyes darkened.
My heart ached for Xiaoxiao, and even my breathing became noticeably heavier for a few beats.
Soon, he picked up the paintbrush again.
This time, I wrote cleanly and without any pause.
After a while, the giraffe's neck was already wrapped tightly in a scarf.
Oops, Jiang Shan on the side didn’t dare to say a word.
However, he just came back to his senses and had to speak again:
"Um...Second brother, I just remembered that our painting is an advertisement for Happy Coke. It seems that this woolen scarf is a bit inappropriate!"
"Huh?" Jiang He paused with his paintbrush: "Well, I'll change it after it's done!"
Just like before, the second brother never hesitated at all about Jiang Shan's request.
"That...brother," Jiang Shan hesitated and tilted his head.
"I understand," Jiang Hai nodded decisively: "Add more money. If you work on creation in hot weather, you must pay double the salary."
"Hey," Jiangshan Pushan immediately changed direction: "How about you can only take the position of editor-in-chief!"
The second day is an auspicious day!
The four brothers and sisters of the Jiang family were all neatly dressed.
In the small courtyard, Li Ruocheng and his wife Li Huaiying made more formal arrangements than they did.
Jiang Shan, who had just gone out, his eyes lit up: "Hey, Aunt Li is wearing a skirt today."
"I originally wanted to wear a cheongsam," Li Huaiying glanced at his wife beside him: "Uncle Li is trying to stop me."
“The cheongsam is great!”
Li Ruocheng rolled his eyes at Jiang Shan: "Don't start making noises, otherwise, she would really dare to wear it."
"Haha," Jiang Shan laughed: "Actually, Aunt Li is quite smart."
"Yeah?"
"That's right, you can go directly to meet Sihanouk."
"whispering sound!"
"The car has arrived," the boss Jiang Hai hurried in from outside: "Let's move our things quickly and get on the car!"
With the help of the TV station and the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, two cars had parked outside No. 51 Courtyard.
When Jiang Shan walked out of the courtyard with a large cardboard box in his arms, a small truck from the Red Star Daily Chemical Factory also arrived.
"Come on, come on," Yuan Jiefang took it immediately: "Just leave it to me."
"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Jie," Jiang Shan greeted, "I asked you to follow me on a hot day."
"I'm happy," Yuan Jiefang said with a smile: "What a happy event, others can't even do it if they want to!"
While they were talking, Jiang He and Jiang Hai also walked out carrying a cardboard box for a sewing machine.
"Masters, thank you for your hard work."
According to the custom brought by later generations, Comrade Jiangshan is sending two packets of red Chinese to the driver masters one by one.
Subsequently, the three master drivers took the initiative to take on the task of moving the items.
Twenty minutes later, three cars set off in a mighty manner.
When he was still a few hundred meters away from the Huayuan Community, Comrade Jiang He, who was sitting in the back row, took a deep breath.
"Second brother," Jiang Hai, who was riding in the same car with him, reminded: "Don't be too nervous for a while."
Younger sister Jiang Chuan also quickly asked with concern: "Second brother, are you okay?"
After taking another deep breath, Jiang He nodded: "Don't worry, I know what to do!"
In a car behind, Jiang Shan, sitting in the passenger seat, chatted with Li Ruocheng and his wife in the back seat.
"The reader named Yu decided to take the college entrance examination again after reading your old grammar notes."
"Really?" Li Ruocheng adjusted his glasses: "Oh, it seems I have to continue writing this column."
Li Huaiying's eyes brightened: "I told you that the masses like it, but they still don't believe it."
"Why don't you believe it?" Jiang Shan turned around and asked, "Didn't I tell you earlier? Readers would like it!"
"Your Uncle Li thought you were coaxing him to play."
"Hey, how can there be fake letters from so many readers?"
"Well," Li Ruocheng, who was listening to this for a while, said with sweetness in his heart: "After I finish this matter, Uncle Li will treat you to dinner tonight."
"Something good?"
"If something goes wrong, why can't I treat you children to a meal?"
"Haha," Li Huaiying couldn't help laughing and said, "Xiao Jiang, "Gone with the Wind" translated by our old Li has been published."
"So fast?" Jiang Shan was delighted when he heard this: "Why didn't I see Editor Pan come to deliver books to my door?"
"You don't stay at home every day."
"Do I have a share?"
"Of course," Li Ruocheng said with a smile, "I'll get you a copy when I get home."
While talking, three cars slowly drove to a unit building.
Before the car had even stopped, the surrounding people had already begun to move in this direction.
"Why are there so many cars here?"
"Whose guest is this?"
"Look, everything on the truck is labeled with happy words!"
"Oh, isn't this a dowry for some girl?"
"Impossible, who can give such a large dowry?"
Suddenly, the door of the car parked at the front opened.
Comrade Jiang He, who was wearing a white shirt and gray trousers, stepped out of the car first with his long legs.
