Jiang Hai pedaled more and more energetically at this moment: "If I remember correctly, this "October" should be from Yanjing Literature and Art Publishing House. I will go find out about it on Monday."
"Brother," Jiang Shan suddenly asked: "Can our newspaper publish a magazine like "October"?"
"Stop it, Third Brother," Jiang Hai quickly suppressed Jiang Shan's thought: "Don't even think about it. Do you know how many magazines have been closed recently?"
Jiang Shan nodded silently.
In today's era, magazines are basically led by various publishing houses.
Even after 1979, newspapers and magazines were published at a rate of one per month.
However, these past few months have been really uncomfortable.
An article called "The Place of Love" that may seem ordinary to future generations can cause waves as high as three feet high.
You can imagine how serious the content of today’s magazines is.
Let’s talk about agriculture first and then workers, and then review the content of the Anti-Japanese War.
The content in newspapers and radio broadcasts is enough for the people to implement and study.
Who would spend extra money to buy a magazine for "after-class exercises"?
If they don’t revise their editions, these magazines won’t survive for long!
"Besides," Jiang Hai continued to criticize education: "Do you know that "October" is actually a series of books, not a magazine?"
Jiang Shan actually knew, but he still asked: "Is there any difference?"
"The difference is huge," Jiang Hai coached seriously:
"The biggest difference is that there is no issue number. If the above does not approve the issue number, it will not approve newsprint. If there is no paper, how can it be printed?"
Jiang Shan: "Then it's not printed well."
"It used the indicators of its own publishing house," Jiang Hai continued: "It only published two books a year and used up 10% of the publishing house's paper. That's not bad. Isn't the Little Man Book more profitable than it?"
"Oh," Jiang Shan: "No wonder their publishing house stopped "October"."
"If you want to restore it again, it depends on whether you can get the issue number later!"
Jiang Shan: "...", you'd better not worry about others.
Just as Jiang Hai was driving the third child home.
Accountant Xu from Pujiang Garment Factory No. 2 was also being driven into the factory gate by Director Wu.
When they hurried to the accounting office, they found that all the employees of the fourth workshop were waiting outside the door to welcome them.
Some had nervous faces, while others were suppressed with excitement.
"Accountant Xu," Jiang Xiangnan, who was both nervous and excited, rushed over and held Accountant Xu's hand: "Comrades, you are finally here!"
As Jiang Xiangnan finished speaking, several powerful lesbians behind him picked up the cloth bags in their hands and shook them.
So proud!
Tonight, Jiang Xiangnan refused to take this huge sum of money home for the night no matter what, and it was better to leave it to the organization for peace of mind.
Looking at several money bags the size of small flour bags, Accountant Xu's eyelids couldn't help but tremble.
As the accountant of the No. 2 Garment Factory, it wasn't that he had never seen money before, but he had never seen employees holding so much money in their hands.
After calming down, he said: "Just pick two key members to come in. It's better for the rest of the comrades to stay outside."
So, in the accounting room with the lights back on, two key members, Director Wu and Jiang Xiangnan, cooperated with Accountant Xu to count the money.
Two thousand seven hundred pairs of pants and a small amount of one hundred thousand in cash.
It has been neatly sorted by female workers.
"I gave them an additional 2,000 pairs of bell-bottom pants, and they were actually sold out again."
"I have said before that women hold up half the sky!"
"Oh my God, Lao Jiang is getting rich now. The bonus earned by Workshop 4 in one night is as much as what I earned in a year."
Facing the mountain of banknotes on the desk, the three key members showed no signs of shock or surging inner activities.
It shows the psychological quality of professionals very well.
It was originally a banknote that had been counted three or four times. At this moment, Accountant Xu just pressed the note with the amount of money in the loan, counted it again, and locked it in the safe.
Finally, a call came from the accounting room.
The workers of the fourth workshop, who were lined up in the corridor to protect state property, walked in happily.
"Yuan Chunhua, 112 yuan and 50 cents, take it."
"The next one, Xia He, costs 112 yuan and 50 cents."
Pay the money with one hand and sign with the other.
"Xiao Huihui, 112 yuan and 50 cents."
"Jiang Xiangnan..."
Facing the hot bonuses, everyone in the four workshops was happy.
A few days ago, I had not had time to digest the good news of getting more than 100 yuan in bonus in four days.
Today, I actually got a bonus of 112.5 yuan in one night...
In their eyes at this moment, there was no factory director, no accountant, only the workshop director.
"Director Jiang, you have to be careful while riding when you go back later."
"Director, you have to keep your bonus close to your body."
"Director Jiang, are you hungry? Why don't you go to my house and eat some noodles before leaving? Turn right after exiting the factory gate."
…
"Dear comrades workers," Jiang Xiangnan didn't dare to stay any longer. Jiang's mother was still guarding the bicycle downstairs:
"Go home quickly. We'll be there on time tomorrow morning."
"Be safe on the road and don't just talk."
"That Xiao Huihui, is your lover here too?"
"Lesbians who have bell bottoms tomorrow, don't forget to keep wearing them."
…
When the chatter dispersed, Director Wu and Accountant Xu felt deeply that it was difficult to lead this group of female comrades!
"Lao Jiang,"
Factory Director Wu walked up to Jiang Xiangnan and said, "You are really unqualified to be the workshop director. You should join the Women's Federation and become the women's director."
"If the organization asks me to work, I will do it." Jiang Xiangnan also felt that he was okay: "The organization asked me to... I have to be a director anyway."
"How many pairs of bell-bottoms are you going to pick up tomorrow?"
"I think it should be 5,000 pieces anyway, factory director, do you think that's okay?"
"I have to think about it..."
The two of them were talking as they walked, not avoiding Accountant Xu who was walking behind them.
It’s no longer a secret that the fourth workshop sells bell-bottoms and gets bonuses.
Everyone was laughing at their whims before, but now do you think about it carefully?
Accountant Xu wants to be transferred to the fourth workshop.
…
On Sunday morning, Lao Jiang's house was different from the usual bustle and was much deserted.
The whole family went to help sell bell-bottom pants, except Jiang Shan and the two little ones.
It was almost eleven o'clock when Jiang Shan, who was yawning, was willing to jump off the upper bunk.
Every Sunday, I must sleep until I am full.
Although he works the night shift every day, he can sleep in the duty room of the warehouse from 9 o'clock to 3 o'clock in the morning.
However, there is no way to sleep comfortably at home!
"Third uncle."
"Third uncle.
"good."
Jiang Xiaoyu led his younger brother to lie down at the dining table and read the little book. Jiang Shan had bought them 20 books at once.
Before her sister could understand it once, Jiang Xiaobai was already reading it for the fifth time.
"Stay well at home. Third uncle will take you to a restaurant later."
"Okay~"
Jiang Shan combed his hair back with his hands, held a knife of "Magnolia" toilet paper under his arm, and went straight to the public toilet at the entrance of the alley.
When he first came here, Jiang Shan always solved problems as quickly as possible. Now, he can smoke while doing things.
People's adaptability is far greater than they think.
"Are you all ready?"
After washing my face and feeling refreshed, I put a towel on the washstand.
"Let's go have dinner with Third Uncle."
"Oh~"
Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai jumped up and down and followed their third uncle.
Now, when their third uncle is around, they are both happiest.
Jiangshan takes care of the child, but cannot guarantee anything else. There is still no problem in feeding him.
When a trio of one, one and two children passed by a small department store on the street, they naturally walked in.
"Weimin Department Store",
As long as ordinary people don't have high demands, this place will be enough to meet their daily needs.
Now in the eyes of Jiangshan, "Weimin Department Store" is more popular than Guomao: "Comrade, please bring me a box of matches."
The female salesperson wearing sleeves neatly threw a box and placed it on the glass counter: "Two points."
Jiang Shan took out another small white porcelain bottle from his pocket and handed it over: "Give me another bottle of cream."
After the female salesperson took it, she asked expressionlessly: "High-end or ordinary."
Jiang Shan looked arrogant: "Give me a bottle of high-end."
Wiping Jiang's mother's face is not a high-grade thing.
The female salesperson first put it on the weighing plate and looked at the weight.
Then he turned around and unscrewed a glass jar, scooped out a few shovelfuls of pink cream with a flat piece of bamboo, and stuffed it into a porcelain bottle.
When the cream was almost up to the top of the bottle, I stomped on the shelf a few times, and I was ready to add another spoonful.
Finally, quickly use bamboo slices to smooth it out, and then put it on the weighing plate to check the weight.
"6 cents."
"Give."
When Jiangshan handed over the money, he thought of Pujiang Daily Chemical, which had signed an advertising contract with "Pujiang Daily".
I couldn't help but sweat a lot for the "Chunlei" high-end shampoo that costs 7 yuan a bottle.
