Just as Director Liang was attracted by the cartoon in front of him, the post office dispatcher Corey was also discussing the cartoon enthusiastically.
One of the chubby gay men poked at the newspaper and said with a smile: "It's so early in the morning, I just saw this cartoon and burst into laughter for no reason."
"I still thought it was strange," Old Qiao, who was sitting across the table from him, said with a smile: "Then I took the newspaper and took a look. Hey, isn't this the painting I used to draw?"
"You really dare to seek good things from me," Section Chief Li, who had just walked in, took the newspaper and said, "Which newspaper will write you in it?"
"Take a good look at it yourself first?" Lao Qiao was unconvinced: "More than ten years ago, when I was still in Huaibei, I never rode in any car to deliver letters."
"You really shouldn't say that," Section Chief Li was looking at the cartoon that his colleagues were chatting about: "This painting really looks like our postman!"
"I just saw it!"
"The hat, the clothes, and the postal parcel," Old Qiao expressed the most excited expression: "Don't the packages piled on the carriage also have the word 'postal' on them!"
"There is also the word "mail" on the horse's belly in front," Section Chief Li felt like a detective looking for clues: "There is also a mailbox on the roadside..."
The more you look, the more surprises you get!
"The key point is," said the fat comrade, holding a green porcelain vat: "He looks in a good mood when looking at this painting."
"Yes, it feels like celebrating the New Year happily."
Comrade Jiangshan decided on a "healing" style for this series of comics for the postal service.
"I feel good when I look at it," Section Chief Li folded his arms and said with a smile, "Looking at this painting reminds me of going to the market in my hometown when I was a child."
Lao Qiao smiled and nodded: "When I go to the market, the children are the happiest."
While several people in the dispatch department were chatting animatedly, the phone on Section Chief Li's desk suddenly rang.
Soon, Director Liang was waiting for the smiling Section Chief Li.
"What good thing has happened to you?" Director Liang asked curiously when he saw the other party's smiling face: "I didn't see you doing this just now."
"It's nothing Liang Bureau," Section Chief Li said with a newspaper in his pocket, "What do you want from me?"
When Section Chief Li left the office, he conveniently picked up the copy of "Oriental Metropolis Daily".
At this moment, he took a step forward, and just as he was about to take it out, he saw a newspaper on the table.
"Are you also reading Oriental Metropolis Daily?"
"How fresh," Director Liang laughed: "Otherwise, why would I talk to you about "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?"
"That's right," Section Chief Li said, thinking about it, it was funny: "How could I have forgotten this!"
"But I'm calling you here, not to talk about "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"."
"That's right, it's working time after all."
It's okay to chat during working hours, but at this time Liang Weimin just wanted to talk business with Section Chief Li.
"Today's Oriental Metropolis Daily published a cartoon," Director Liang said, clasping the newspaper on the table, "I think there's something about it."
Section Chief Li pressed the newspaper in his trouser pocket and was no longer ready to take it out.
"Cartoon?" He poked half of his head toward the newspaper on the table: "Is this one?"
"Yes, take a closer look!"
The entire comic is in the form of a rectangular banner, the size of a fist.
Next to the big smiling sun, there are a few clouds with crooked eyebrows.
Beside a country road, you can vaguely see mountains and rice fields in the distance.
Nearby, on a packed carriage, chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep in clothes were crowded together.
The heads and faces of every domestic animal are collectively moving toward cuteness.
A fat hen knitting a sweater, a fat pig eating melon seeds, a cow smoking a pipe... and a big white goose resting its neck on the postman's shoulder.
At first glance, it doesn’t look like a New Year’s product, but it looks like a car full of chatty passengers.
In addition to them, the carriage was also piled with various fruits, vegetables... and baskets of grain.
Likewise, the drawings are round, plump, cute and cute.
The most interesting thing is the horse driver waving a whip in front.
He has a chubby figure and is wrapped in a wrinkled postman's uniform.
The cute cartoon-style appearance has a smile on his face.
A few drops of sweat flew out from his head and were clearly floating in the air.
Anyone can see that this is a kind postman uncle, sweating profusely, driving a car full of New Year's goods towards the anticipating people.
"The driver in this comic is our postman!" Section Chief Li saw it again.
"Before, we complained that no one understood the hard work of postal service," Director Liang shook his head and sighed:
"Unexpectedly, someone immediately told us that our hard work is obvious to all."
Section Chief Li nodded and said with a smile: "To put it bluntly, the people's eyes are sharp."
"You can see clearly," Director Liang clasped the newspaper: "The sharp eyes are those of Oriental Metropolis Daily."
"Yes, yes," Section Chief Li nodded quickly, then thought: "This newspaper must have had more contact with us, so it can see the hard work of the postman."
"How long has it been filing reports?" Director Liang shook his head:
"Don't you see us from other newspapers? Usually when we meet, we are either envious of our welfare or relying on our relationship. You are looking at the comrades of Oriental Metropolis Daily."
"Do you think..." Section Chief Li asked tentatively: "This cartoon is very meaningful?"
"Then there's no need to ask,"
What do you care about when you get into the position of Director Liang? It’s the results!
"In your eyes, it's just a cartoon?" Director Liang doesn't think so: "In my opinion, it's just a certificate of award, the recognition of our work by the cooperative unit."
"Listening to what you said, this is indeed the case!"
"The most important thing is that the Oriental Metropolis Daily not only realized this, but also published it in the newspaper. If you think about it carefully, how will the people feel when they see it?"
"Of course I will also think of who is delivering letters and newspapers to them in the wind and rain..."
"Yes!"
"Liang Ju,"
At this moment, Section Chief Li naturally thought of one thing: "Some time ago, the editor-in-chief of Oriental Metropolis Daily called me."
"Oh?" Director Liang asked immediately, "What's wrong with him?"
…
"Wine and coffee, I just want one cup,"
Jiang Shan, who had just parked his bicycle in the shed, walked into the editor's office humming a song: "I remembered the past and had a second drink..."
"Is that stuff so delicious?"
Jiang Hai, who was holding a glass of boiled water, followed the third child with his eyes: "He even sang!"
The next second, he noticed Jiang Shan's Walkman on his waist: "What is that thing you have hanging on your belt?"
Jiangshan at this moment does not feel old-fashioned at all.
He patted his butt and said with a smile: "The tape recorder was given by Yu Sigui."
Jiang Hai looked up along the earphone cord: "A recorder that you can listen to with earphones?"
"Let me hear it for you."
Jiang Shan took off the headphones and put them on his eldest brother's head: "How is it? It sounds good."
Although it has been criticized as being a mediocre sound, there are still many people in the mainland listening to Teresa Teng's songs.
"It sounds so good," Jiang Hai took off the headphones and said, "It's all out of tune."
"Huh? How is that possible?" Jiang Shan listened quickly, and then suddenly realized: "The battery is probably dead."
This thing consumes too much power, so Yu Sigui prepared a whole box of batteries for him.
"Wait until tomorrow," Jiang Shan took off his Walkman and said, "I'll let you listen to your fill tomorrow."
"I'm talking about the third child," Jiang Hai didn't care whether he listened to the song or not: "Is this thing expensive? It seems that the lesbian named Yu is very nice to you!"
"Stop guessing," Jiang Shan said with the same intention as Ming Jing: "Do you know how much money I made for her?"
"How many?"
"Anyway, it's enough to buy a lot of tape recorders."
Jiang Shan didn't explain much and handed a painting in his bag to his elder brother: "Editor Jiang, this is the second cartoon. Don't forget to tell Editor Cai."
“The People’s Post Office loves the people,”
Jiang Hai looked at the drawing in his hand: "Yes, today's painting is titled."
In the sketch, it is still the same postman who drove the car before.
But this time the means of transportation became a bicycle.
Amidst the wind, rain, and lightning, he was hunching his body and pedaling his bicycle forward hard.
Under the raincoat blown by the wind, a round mail package was exposed.
After a while, Cai Wensheng also saw this drawing.
"Editor-in-Chief Jiang, there are no outsiders here," he looked at Jiang Hai and said with a smile, "Do you think Xiao Jiang's comics can be useful?"
They have all experienced the superior work attitude of the Post Office.
With just a few cartoons, do you want the other party to adjust the work plan for the newspaper?
Cai Wensheng always felt that Jiangshan's idea was too simple.
"I have thought about this problem before," Jiang Hai did consider it: "Even if these cartoons don't work, our newspaper won't lose a piece of meat, but... what if it does?"
"I understand," Cai Wensheng said clearly: "If it succeeds, you will make a profit. If it fails, you will not lose anything."
"Yes,"
I have been working in newspapers for so many years, but I have never felt this way before.
Jiang Hai sighed sincerely: "Once the window for reform is opened, I can feel the power of the news unit more and more now."
"I feel the same way," Cai Wensheng's eyes suddenly lit up:
"When I was an editor, my daily manuscripts were almost the same, and the content of each newspaper was almost the same. But it is different now. There are really a large number of people following our newspaper..."
"Nowadays, I believe more and more what Jiang Shan often says."
The two people in the editor's office looked at each other silently.
No one has said Jiang Shan’s famous saying: The power of media communication will be so great that you can’t even imagine it.
…
Jiang Shan, who was sitting at his desk at the moment, had no idea what the two people upstairs were talking about.
At this moment, he was busy finishing the third cartoon in front of him.
The next moment, Director Zhang of the Municipal Propaganda Department led a gay man into the office.
"Are you busy early in the morning?"
Although they didn't come here often, Zhang Chu and Jiang Shan were considered old acquaintances.
After his greeting, the three people in the office raised their heads and stood up at the same time.
"Director Zhang,"
Jiang Shan stretched out his hand and walked over: "What wind brought you here?"
Zhang Chu smiled and shook hands with him, and then introduced to both parties:
"Xiao Jiang, this is the Wu Section Chief of the Municipal People's Bank of China."
"Hello, Chief Wu!"
"He is Jiangshan. The two promotional posters for your business were designed by him."
"You are so young and promising!"
After a few pleasantries, Section Chief Wu handed over a small wooden box:
"Comrade Jiangshan, I have been entrusted by the superior department to reward you with a precious prize in recognition of your special contribution to the national metal exploration industry."
Jiangshan couldn't help but stand at attention on the spot as he faced the traditional situation.
When he took the wooden box with both hands, his mind was still trying to sort out what the Chief of Military Affairs had just said.
National Metals?… Exploration?
Precious prize!
hiss!
Jiang Shan suddenly realized something: "Thank you all leaders, I will definitely continue to work hard..."
Jiang Shan, who had been holding the small wooden box in his hands, did not forget to wave goodbye to the direction the car was leaving until he sent the Propaganda Department's car out of the newspaper office.
What kind of prize can entrust a cadre of the People's Bank of China to make a trip?
Jiang Shan walked to the open space in front of the newspaper building and carefully opened half of the box lid.
A golden light immediately flashed in the wooden box.
Jiang Shan took in the golden light and immediately closed the lid of the box.
At this moment, Jiang Zhuangzhuang and Ding Lingling, who were lying on the windowsill, had a panoramic view of everything.
Ding Lingling asked curiously: "Xiao Jiang, why do you think this bank wants to give prizes to our boss?"
"I said you were stupid, but you acted on the spot." Jiang Zhuangzhuang smiled and shook his head: "Have you forgotten the thank you letter not long ago? The one from the Golden Army?"
With a bang, Jiang Zhuangzhuang was kicked by the girl: "I still don't know this. What I'm asking is why does the bank give the boss a prize?"
Jiang Zhuangzhuang took a step to the side: "Stupid, it must be sent by the superior's client!"
"What's in that box?"
"It's hard to say," Jiang Zhuangzhuang also wanted to know: "Bills?"
"It doesn't look like it," Ding Lingling thought about Jiangshan's appearance just now: "Could it be a bankbook?"
"No way? Who would take a bankbook as a prize?"
"Don't forget, that small box was given by the bank."
Just as they were discussing eagerly, Jiang Shan's heart almost jumped to his throat.
The 1979 "flower-watering coin" that would be worth a fortune in future generations was now being held in his hand.
Jiang Shan thought about it, and people at this moment were troubled by the fact that the set of "International Children's Commemorative Gold Coins" was too heavy in grams and the price was too high, making it difficult to sell.
So he borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha, and selected one of the "thick flower-watering coins" with a face value of 450 yuan as a prize, which he awarded to Comrade Jiang Shan.
More likely, this was originally an arrangement from the superiors.
Anyway, no matter what the reason was, Jiangshan finally got the "flower-watering gold coin" that he had longed for.
"That's great," Jiang Shan, who was full of spring breeze, couldn't help but murmur to himself: "It seems that I will have to think more about articles that benefit the country and myself in the future."
"country,"
As soon as Yu Sigui walked into the door of the newspaper office, he waved his little hand to Jiang Shan from a distance: "I'm not late, am I?"
The next second, Jiang Shan remembered today's schedule: "You came just in time, wait for me to pick up a bag."
The two had already discussed it when they broke up last night.
Today, I have to go to Pujiang Film Factory to secretly photograph the 43 sets of costumes.
Just as they were going to the film studio together, Chen Peisi also led Liu Xiaoqing out of Pujiang Railway Station.
