In Pujiang Daily, a copy of that day’s Oriental Metropolis Daily lay quietly on the desk.
The column report occupying half of the page caught Wei Yuanxing's attention tightly.
The writing of the manuscript is simple and smooth, and it is nothing more than what measures the city leaders took to put people's safety first after learning of the accident.
Although he did not directly point out his credit, the three pictures placed next to the article all told the story of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" and the organization's concern for the masses.
Seeing Wei Yuanxing's gloomy expression, the editors on the side almost thought he would crumple the newspaper in his hand.
But what was unexpected was that Editor-in-Chief Wei not only did not put out the newspaper, but also put the "Oriental Metropolis Daily" flat on the table with a smile.
"You all have worked with Comrade Jiang Hai, right?" Wei Yuanxing pointed at the newspaper and said:
"I guess you know in your heart that although Jiang Hai doesn't have much ability to manage a newspaper, but if you take a closer look at the little tricks he plays, there is really something worth learning."
"I have read this article in Oriental Metropolis Daily a long time ago," the editor-in-chief of the news department really studied it:
"Their trick of going to the hospital is very popular with the masses."
"That's right, actually it's not too late for me to go today. I can deliver more things and take more photos so that it can be published on the front page of our newspaper tomorrow so that the city leaders can also notice it."
"Hmm~" Wei Yuanxing had this intention. Although second place is not as good as first place, it is better than nothing:
"Then what are you still doing here? Hurry up and get ready."
"Editor-in-Chief, aren't you going? Jiang Hai has already been in the newspaper."
Do you need him to remind you?
Wei Yuanxing will definitely shoulder the heavy responsibility: "Of course I have to go, don't I ask you to prepare condolences first!"
After careful preparation, when several comrades from Pujiang Daily rushed into the ward of the People's Hospital with large bags, they found that they were one step late.
At this time, the ward was already filled with condolences teams from major newspapers and magazines in Pujiang.
Among them, Wei Yuanxing also saw the figure of "Jiefang Daily" inside.
By this time, all kinds of gifts had already filled the ward.
What is very interesting is that on each gift, there is also a newspaper from each company.
Faced with such a heated scene, many injured people didn't know whether they should go through the discharge procedures on the same day.
How about staying in the hospital for one more day and taking a look?
Wei Yuanxing's smile froze, but he still had to freeze to the end: "Hello everyone, we are Pujiang Sun..."
"This is a hospital, please keep quiet,"
At this time, several doctors in white coats hurriedly walked in: "The city leaders have repeatedly stated that the injured must be allowed to have a good rest..."
After hearing this, Wei Yuanxing's eyes darkened.
Although the injured people repeatedly expressed their willingness to be disturbed.
However, despite the hospital's strong dissuasion, the news units in several wards regretfully withdrew.
The last ones to exit the ward were the comrades from Pujiang Daily. They could only give out gifts in a panic.
"Have the photos been taken?" This is what Wei Yuanxing is most concerned about.
"I took the photo, but... there were too many people, so the effect may not be ideal."
"..." Wei Yuanxing, who was walking down the steps, stopped and said, "Forget it, you should work more on your article."
"Okay editor-in-chief, I know what to do."
"In addition," Wei Yuanxing's eyes flashed: "Hurry up and contact the translator of the novel "Gone with the Wind", and confirm the serialization of the novel as soon as possible."
"Okay, I'll go to the publishing house in person later."
When, Wei Yuanxing and his party rushed to their respective jobs.
Comrade Jiangshan in Pujiang Department Store has already helped Liu Xiaoqing pick out several combat uniforms and combat shoes.
He really didn't think about saving money for the other party, so he spent nearly 200 yuan on just two pairs of women's shoes and three dresses.
At this moment, Jiang Shan was standing in front of the children's toy counter. Seeing the brand-new children's tricycles, he couldn't move at all.
"Comrade," Jiang Shan pointed at one of the cars and asked, "How much does this car cost?"
"26 yuan a car,"
Seeing that he was still hesitant, the salesperson quickly reminded him kindly: "These are the goods that just arrived this morning. If you want to buy them, be quick, otherwise they will disappear soon."
The red, blue and green strollers are adorable to look at.
One car is neatly placed next to the other, and many customers are watching around it.
"Jiangshan? It's really you."
A string of greetings suddenly floated over, causing Jiang Shan to quickly turn his head and look: "Manager Ye, who do I think you are!"
Manager Ye from Happy Coke walked over with a smile: "It looks like you from a distance, why? You don't have to go to work today."
"Why don't you use it?" Jiang Shan lifted the strap on his hand:
"No, I just received the commission from your company's spokesperson yesterday, and you want me to buy her some fashionable clothes in Pujiang."
"Who? Pan Hong or Liu Xiaoqing?"
"Next Sunday Mayumi and Kurihara Komaki from Japan are going to visit Yanjing, and Comrade Liu Xiaoqing has been selected into the reception team."
Manager Ye was shocked when he heard this: "Mayumi? The one in "The Hunt"?"
"That's her," Jiang Shan nodded:
"Such a large-scale event will definitely attract reports from major newspapers and magazines across the country, and a lot of photos will be taken. Liu Xiaoqing didn't want to be at a disadvantage when he stood with them."
At this time, Manager Ye had already heard clearly: "So, I asked you to buy clothes in Pujiang?"
"That's right," Jiang Shan said with a smile:
"I thought carefully that this time she was not only representing herself, but also representing our country's actresses, so I hurried to the mall to pick out a few items."
"Are you good at choosing this?"
Manager Ye, who was still talking, had already taken the bag from Jiang Shan's hand: "I'll take a look first."
"Hey, you still don't trust me."
"Just these few pieces?" Manager Ye quickly finished the shopping: "This is not enough to see. Let's go and buy a few more pieces."
"Still buying?" Jiang Shan was not prepared to move at all:
"I've already put in two hundred yuan. Although Comrade Xiaoqing asked me not to save money for her, I still have to be modest."
"Don't worry, Section Chief Jiang, our company will pay for it."
"oh?"
Unexpectedly, Manager Ye was quite smart. Jiang Shan deliberately smiled and asked, "Why is this?"
"Don't forget, Liu Xiaoqing is now the spokesperson of Happy Coke, and her image also represents our company."
"Manager Ye, Manager Ye," Jiang Shan put his arm on the other person's shoulder: "With talents like you in your company, it is difficult to succeed."
"That's right," Manager Ye followed Jiang Shan's footsteps and headed towards the women's clothing area: "You are not the only one who said this."
"Haha, I even got out of breath after complimenting you a few times."
"Seriously, Section Chief Jiang, you have to tell Liu Xiaoqing that you can apply for clothing fees from our factory whenever there are activities of this type in the future."
"Great atmosphere," Jiang Shan also took the opportunity to say:
"Don't worry, she won't wear your clothes for nothing. I have already discussed it with her this time. Whenever there is a chance, Mayumi will serve Happy Coke, and then she will be photographed by me who is waiting aside."
"Are you coming with me this time?"
"You forgot, I'm still a reporter for Oriental Metropolis Daily. I can't be spared from this matter."
"Thank you, Section Chief Jiang," Manager Ye stopped and said, "By the way, did you want to buy a children's tricycle just now?"
"I want to give my two children a surprise."
"Leave this surprise to me!"
"How about that?"
"It's not much money? Even if it's a small gift from our factory to the children."
"No matter how little money there is, I can't accept it." Jiang Shancai didn't want to break the rules for such a small amount of money.
"Chief Jiang, don't worry, one code will be the same," Manager Ye is a smart man after all:
"After you take the photos, the planning fee of 500 yuan will be indispensable."
That's pretty much it. Jiang Shan gave an angry look: "I still can't trust you."
More than an hour later, when a Happy Coke delivery truck left Anhe Street again, Jiang Shan, carrying two children's tricycles, happily walked into the courtyard of No. 51.
As soon as he stepped through the door, he saw Jiang Xiaobai who was sweating profusely.
"Third uncle,"
The little thing has a sharp eye and immediately separated from a group of friends.
"Little fat man," Jiang Shan rubbed Xiao Bai's head: "Look, what did the third uncle buy for you."
At this moment, Jiang Xiaobai looked hard at the sky blue stroller that had landed on the ground.
A pair of big eyes widened, and he rubbed his two chubby hands together nervously and excitedly: "Uncle Third, what is this?"
"It's a tricycle," Jiang Shan picked up Xiaobai with one hand and stuffed it into the seat: "Here, let Uncle San see if you can ride."
The small courtyard was particularly noisy during the summer vacation, with 7 or 8 children of about the same age all gathered around.
He was chirping and looked even more excited than Xiaobai.
"This is a tricycle. My cousin's family has bought it a long time ago." One of the little boys, aged 6 or 7, his eyes widened when he saw Xiaobai's tricycle.
A pair of hands touched back and forth: "Jiang Xiaobai, come down and I will teach you how to ride."
"Come on over and play, let's see what you can do." The third uncle quickly held down his little nephew who was about to get off the car.
Comrade Jiang Shan is not generous at all in this regard, and the two honest children at home can't be taught no matter how hard they teach them.
The remote-controlled excavator that was originally brought to Xiaobai from Japan was kidnapped by the child in front of him within a few days.
It wasn't until Jiang's mother asked about it that the other parent returned a bunch of parts with a look of displeasure.
"Uncle Jiang," the little boy took a fancy to the red tricycle in Jiang Shan's hand again: "I don't want Xiaobai's tricycle anymore. Please put this one down."
"Haha, Uncle Jiang will teach you. Go home quickly and ask your mother to take you to the department store. There are tricycles of all colors there."
When the little boy heard this, he immediately stopped talking.
In just a few seconds, he turned around and disappeared.
"Xiaobai knows how to ride,"
"Oh, Xiaobai, ride faster."
Following a cry, Jiang Shan lowered his head and saw that the little fat man was riding his newly purchased tricycle around the yard with a smile on his face.
"Oh~"
The fleshy little butt is twisting from side to side.
From time to time, he makes a few worried noises, which is really cute.
"Not bad, our Xiaobai rides really well," Jiang Shan said happily: "Go, ride home and show Xiaoyu a ride."
"Okay," Jiang Xiaobai immediately rode over happily: "Sister, come out and see me..."
When the bright moon climbed onto the roof again, Jiang Hai pushed his bicycle slowly out of the courtyard:
"Third brother, I've cost you money again this time."
"I bought it for my child," Jiang Shan flicked the cigarette ashes in his hand: "It's not a waste of money."
Although he knew that his brother had a strong foundation, Jiang Hai still felt that the other party spent too much:
"Third brother, don't spend too much money on your children in the future. Don't you still have great use for them?"
"Don't worry, brother, I know it."
Accompanying the boss all the way out of the small courtyard, two cigarettes flickered brightly and dimly in the dark night.
"Tomorrow is the weekend," Jiang Hai said slowly: "Your work is about to be published, are you nervous?"
"Haha," Jiang Shan was thinking about this: "It would be a lie to say that I am not nervous, but it is useless if I am nervous."
"I think it shouldn't be a big problem, and Lao Cai and the others also think it's good."
"Let's see how the market reacts first."
"What time will you leave tomorrow?" Jiang Hai looked at his watch and asked, "I'll come over in advance to see you off."
"No, second brother will take me to the train station!"
"That's fine," Jiang Hai nodded: "Be careful when you go out, and call the newspaper if you have anything."
In Jiang Hai's view, making Oriental Metropolis Daily better and better is not only his own work performance, but also the backbone of his two brothers.
The boss never takes money seriously, which is exactly the opposite of the second comrade.
"Brother is back?"
"Um."
At this moment, Jiang He looked at Jiang Shan, who was still busy at his desk: "You haven't finished your work yet? Why don't you have to send them all to Yanjing tomorrow?"
"I'll check it again," Jiang Shan arranged the manuscripts on the table: "Don't miss anything."
"That's right, it's better to be careful,"
Jiang He pondered for a while and then said: "Lao San, have you paid attention to the group of people selling toys in Pujiang?"
"I've seen it a few times in front of the cinema," Jiang Shan raised his head and thought for a moment: "But...it doesn't seem like they are from the Jiangning Toy Factory group."
"Absolutely not," Jiang Heke has been paying attention to this matter: "Let me tell you, there are several manufacturers selling animated dolls in Pujiang now."
"Yeah?"
Jiang Shan turned around and looked at the second child: "Are they all selling toys from animated movies?"
"It's exactly the same as the one you ordered before," Jiang He, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, looked excited: "You were selling them for 20 cents each, right?"
"That's right, you'll make a dime after all the costs."
"They sold it for 2 cents at first, but later saw too many people selling it and dropped it to 15 cents. Now there are manufacturers charging 12 cents."
"They are all selling in front of the cinema?"
"How is it possible? You can see it everywhere in the park and in front of the market."
"Haha," Jiang Shan had already expected: "Molded plastic toys have no technical content at all. As long as they want, any toy factory can mass-produce them."
"I guess they are similar to the people at Jiangning Toy Factory. Seeing that this toy was selling well, they quickly produced a batch."
"Probably, otherwise there wouldn't be so many animated toys suddenly popping up on the market... I wonder how the comrades in Jiangning Toy Factory are doing now?"
"Hey," Jiang He chuckled: "You still have time to worry about them? Are you not worried about the work that will be published in the newspaper tomorrow?"
