Similarly, the old editor holding an abacus is also calculating in his mind.
The young comrade in front of me seems to be more experienced than my own editor-in-chief.
After that, this experienced young comrade and the editor-in-chief Jiang Hai escorted the night editor tonight.
The final version of "Pujiang Daily", which has the flavor of the times and contains private goods, was sent to the hands of the printing workers.
Jiang Hai had a sullen face, and his eyes did not shift for a moment, staring at the final draft.
The pattern-maker was a little nervous when the editor-in-chief stared at him, and he immediately realized that he would no longer be able to play cards in the workshop.
Looking at the master's back as he walked into the workshop, Jiang Hai finally let out a long breath.
He murmured: "The ice of Pujiang Daily has cracked."
With a squeak, Jiang Shan laughed out loud: "It's so sour!"
The eldest brother, who was obviously much stronger than Jiang Shan, put an arm on the third child's shoulder: "Who the hell taught me these mean words?"
Jiang Shan reminded seriously: "Pay attention to your quality and the occasion."
Jiang Hai laughed under his breath and said, "Here, your brother, I have the final say!"
"Please be louder."
Jiang Shan's voice chased his elder brother's leaving figure, and suddenly he felt that it was good to have the identity of a related household.
…
Early the next morning, the last batch of "Pujiang Daily" was finally handed over in the shipping room.
Master Ma picked up the big abacus on the table and shook it. Without even looking at it, he stretched out his hand and hung it on the nail on the wall.
Turning around, he looked for Jiang Shan, only to find that he was chatting with some postmen outside.
A few minutes later, Jiangshan watched green bicycles loaded with "Pujiang Daily" one after another.
The situation I just learned about is exactly the same as in the previous life.
In this day and age, the delivery and payment of any newspapers, periodicals, and magazines are all decided by Big Brother Postal Service.
Subscriptions for newspapers in the dormitory building are only available on the first floor, and will not be delivered above the second floor.
It will not be delivered to places with few subscriptions, it will not be delivered on the same day when you leave the city, and it will be delivered every three to five days when you leave the suburbs...
The newspaper subscription fee must be paid once a year, there are no other options.
However, the annual subscription fee is transferred to the newspaper on a monthly basis, and there are no other options.
Pujiang Daily, with a daily circulation of about 30,000 copies, sells for 2 cents per copy, and the post office directly deducts a 6-cent distribution fee per copy.
"Domineering,"
Jiang Shan shook his head and had to accept it.
He knew in his heart that such a domineering treaty would not be conducive to the expansion of the newspaper.
But in reality, this situation will continue until the late 1980s.
On the path leading to the gate of the printing factory, Jiang Shan's footsteps were fast. At this moment, he was really hungry.
As soon as he stepped out of the gate, he saw a brand new Phoenix bicycle passing by him.
When he saw the country, he also rang a bunch of car bells.
Jiang Shan immediately shouted to "Phoenix": "Comrade, remember to buy Pujiang Daily later."
A few minutes later, Jiang Shan stood in the state-owned snack bar with a spring breeze on his face.
The waitress who had long been familiar with him immediately smiled and asked enthusiastically: "Or white paste or fried dough sticks?"
"Today is a good day,"
Comrade Jiang Shan pushed the two large lunch boxes forward and said, "Add another bowl of wontons to stew."
"okay!"
"Remember to buy Pujiang Daily later."
When leaving, Jiang Shan still reminded him.
Compared with Jiangshan, who is in a good mood, there is a different atmosphere in the fourth workshop of Pujiang Garment Factory No. 2.
The 24 employees, including Jiang Xiangnan, no longer had the smiles of the past few days.
At this moment, the enthusiasm for facing my own job also disappeared.
Jiang Xiangnan looked wary at this moment.
While wearing the sleeves, he reminded loudly: "Concentrate your thoughts during work hours and pay attention to safe production."
No matter how small the fourth workshop is, it is still the size of a director.
After his reminder, most of the female workers began to cheer up.
The idea of finding connections to transfer to other workshops came up again without my realizing it.
Compared with other garment workshops that work three shifts and work around the clock when tasks are concentrated.
The fourth workshop is considered to be the second garment factory, and it is the workshop with the smallest number of orders.
Usually we only accept small orders for workplace uniforms and student uniforms.
It is not on the same level as a large workshop with a daily output of thousands.
Therefore, let alone bonuses, just hearing about the overtime pay of other workshops is enough for them to envy.
How could a workshop veteran like Jiang Xiangnan know what they were thinking?
He was walking slowly down the aisle at the moment.
That is, inspecting machines and observing people's sentiments.
"Female comrades, stay in the fourth workshop in a down-to-earth manner."
"Since the great era can nurture them, it will never forget you..."
Jiang Xiangnan walked and persuaded, and after a round of inspection, he felt a lot more at ease.
Just as I was about to leave, I heard an ouch.
He secretly screamed, but when he turned around, he only saw a bloody mess.
"It's pricked, it's pricked,"
Jiang Xiangnan ran over and took a look:
"Xiao Huihui, why are you you again?"
Ever since this girl came to Workshop No. 4, Jiang Xiangnan had almost forgotten what the "safety production mobile red flag" looked like.
Looking at the girl in front of him who was holding her fingers and crying, he sighed and asked, "How many pricks were there this time?"
"Two times at most,"
The elder sister who was working with Xiao Huihui on the machine team quickly said:
"Don't worry, director, as soon as she called out, I stepped on the brakes. It looked scary, but in fact it didn't leave much blood."
"This doesn't mean you've lost much, ah~"
After hearing this, Xiao Huihui burst into tears.
"Tell me, are you stupid? There are so many holes in your hands, but you still don't know how to let go of them every time."
"Aren't I scared out of my mind, ah~"
Jiang Xiangnan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Okay, okay, let's take her to the infirmary quickly."
"Ah~"
Xiao Huihui refused to move even a step for a moment, and the more she cried, the sadder she became:
"Two days ago, I discussed with my lover all night in order to buy a watch or a bicycle first, but now... nothing..."
The enthusiasm that Director Jiang finally mobilized was wiped out by her howling!
Alas, Director Jiang sighed and looked out the window silently.
At this moment, the seat that Lao San had welded to him seemed to be loose again.
…
It’s half past October, and the autumn wind in Pujiang City is still full of warmth.
There are nearly 500 newsstands in the city, and as always, "Pujiang Daily" is placed at the back.
Compared with other well-known "Wenhui Daily" and "Jiefang Daily"...
The "Pujiang Daily" of Xiaojiaxiaozhiye is indeed a bit unable to get on the stage.
The man guarding the newsstand was still reading and selling newspapers as usual.
It’s still early before the peak period for buying newspapers.
"Comrade, give me a copy of Pujiang Daily."
"The little girl is quite special." The master pulled out a morning newspaper from underneath and said, "I enjoy reading Pujiang Daily."
"Two points, right?" The young girl was very anxious and refused to say another word.
"right."
The master had just thrown the money into the cash box when another voice came from outside:
