Immediately afterwards, the Propaganda/Department issued Document No. 21.
[All publishing houses and magazines must improve the quality of books and periodicals, strengthen management and management, and, except for individual cases, must implement economic accounting and ensure that they are responsible for their own profits and losses, and shall not be subsidized by the state. If they suffer long-term losses and cannot continue, they should
Suspended.]
This is actually a supplementary explanation to the regulations issued by the Publishing Bureau.
These sensitive "ear, nose and mouthpiece" institutions immediately realized that only by relying on their own blood production and self-profit can they satisfy their own development and survival.
However, not all newspapers want to join the reform, but it is no longer up to them.
All of a sudden, the Pujiang Finance Bureau, Industry and Commerce Bureau, Cultural Bureau and Publicity Department were surrounded by leaders from various newspapers and magazines in the city.
They are all asking: How should we go in the future?
If losses continue, will it really be delisted?
Is it true that not a penny will be allocated?
At this moment, Jiang Hai of "Pujiang Daily" felt at ease. What he had been thinking about for so long was finally implemented.
This means that Lao San’s words definitely did not come from holes.
In two months' time, it will be the turn of the third brother to get the approval to resume the advertising business.
Jiang Shan has reminded his elder brother before that the advertising business will recover sooner or later.
What "Pujiang Daily" should care about is not this, but how to become the first newspaper to publish advertisements.
It was useless to think too much, Jiang Hai decided to clear the way when he got off work at that time.
Tonight is the fourth day of the collective stall in the four workshops.
Starting from the second night, some of the female workers in the fourth workshop who were in good shape had already put on bell-bottom pants to go into battle.
When introducing bell-bottom pants to customers, he would also make a circle from time to time: "I can wear them. You have such a good figure, you must be better at wearing them than me."
Jiangshan means to bring the stars closer to the masses.
Sure enough, some potential people who were originally worried that they would not look like stars in their clothes also joined the rush to buy bell-bottom pants.
By the third night, at the stall in front of the Grand Guangming Cinema, the lesbians who came to buy bell-bottom pants were no longer just moviegoers.
More female customers come here for the bell-bottoms from the Second Clothing Factory.
But on the fourth day, Jiang Hai, who was in charge of patrol at this time, discovered that the wind direction seemed to have changed tonight.
As always, there were many people waiting at the entrance of the Grand Guangming Cinema.
Compared with before, the number of female customers in front of the bell-bottom stall was obviously much smaller than the previous few days.
At this moment, Father Jiang frowned, looked at the aunts with red armbands in front of the stall, and said, "These are just a pair of pants, why are they immoral?"
The aunt's eyes widened, she pointed at the pictorial of Zhen Yumi and Kurihara Komaki, and shouted back: "Are these the pants that a serious person wears?"
"Tell me about it," Father Jiang asked, "What's wrong with me?"
Several aunts waved their arms with red armbands: "These pants follow the line of capital, they are not serious."
"Yes, look at what those trousers look like."
"These pants are a cancer."
"Only Japanese girls know how to wear it."
"Yes, that's the little devil's magic medicine."
"You are confused!"
At this moment, several street aunts who are full of fighting spirit are more sharp-tongued than the other.
It was as if the person standing in front of them at this moment was not Kurihara Komaki, but Kurihara Ozuo.
Jiang He felt like he was out of breath again.
"Auntie, auntie," Jiang Shan blocked the second brother's step forward in time: "Look there."
The aunts with angry faces glared at him, but still looked in the direction of Jiang Shan's finger.
Above the door of Daguangming Cinema, there is a banner with yellow characters on a red background "Huayue Good Movie Week"
The most arrogant one said loudly: "I am illiterate."
Soon, another aunt tugged at the corner of her clothes: "It says Hua Yueyou..."
The sound is getting smaller and smaller.
In the end, there was just a little bit of mumbling and mumbling.
A few minutes later, the illiterate aunt still refused to give up: "We have to go back to a meeting to study it first. You guys need to close the stall quickly, otherwise..."
"What else?"
Jiang He asked solemnly, "Where on earth did you come out of here?"
Jiang Shan followed closely: "Industry/Commerce? Women's Federation?"
"Humph, just wait and see!"
After several aunts took a few steps back, they turned around and shouted to the lesbians on the side: "If you don't go back quickly, you can't buy these pants."
Under their power, the lesbians really did not dare to take a step closer to the stall.
The stall could be closed in less than an hour the previous three nights, but tonight I had to wait for a movie.
It wasn't until a new batch of unsuspecting viewers arrived that the two teams in charge of the Guangming area were able to close their stalls.
When he was leaving, facing the sad-looking father Jiang and the workshop workers, Jiang Shan comforted him with a smile: "It's okay, this test will pass sooner or later."
"It's sold out today, but I don't know what will happen tomorrow?"
Father Jiang sighed: "Why can't we just have fun for a few more days?"
In Jiang Xiangnan's impression, good days always pass by in a flash, while hard days stretch endlessly.
"Forget it, it's already pretty good."
"That's right, director, don't be too reluctant."
Other employees began to comfort Director Jiang. As of today, all 24 workers in the fourth workshop have received a bonus of 102 yuan.
Thinking about it carefully, I am already very satisfied, so what else do I need for a bicycle?
"You can't think like that," Jiang Shan knew what they were thinking:
"You can waive your bonus now, but what about next year? What about the year after that? As long as those bell-bottom pants remain in the warehouse of Workshop 4, the factory may keep withholding your bonus."
One word awakens an honest man.
"Why?"
"What should we do?"
Father Jiang looked at Jiang Shan's expression and felt that he had already paid attention: "Third brother, can these bell-bottom pants still be sold?"
"Of course we have to sell," Jiang Shan said, don't worry: "Let's go back and rest first. We will run the stall as usual tomorrow. At worst, we will extend the front line."
After saying that, he glanced at Jiang Hai: "Brother, come and sit in your office!"
"Okay, editor-in-chief Cai happens to be here tonight."
Just a few steps after the brothers walked out, Jiang He also silently caught up with them.
"Third brother," Jiang Hai said with great curiosity, "Have you paid attention to it?"
At this time, Jiang Shan had already ordered a large Qianmen, and finally accepted this bite.
After Youyou blew out a string of smoke, she said: "You know, this matter has already happened in Yangcheng tonight, and..."
