Chapter 186 The new era of financial media has begun
"Master, the company currently has 297 employees, divided into administration department, finance department, public relations and conference department, legal department, advertising department, list production department, program acquisition and editing department, program production department, marketing department, and liaison department
Department, Investigation Department..., oh, we also have Fengxing Studio..."
"Studio?" The previous department was familiar to Jiang Yiying, but what was this popular studio?
Peng Bo smiled, he was testing his master. If the master had no intention, she would not inquire in such detail, and even she herself might not realize that her heart was already moving.
Woohoo——
With the sound of the whistle on the Wusong River, Shanghai and the sea, the whole city slowly woke up from its sleep.
In Guangchang Apartment not far from the Wusong River, Peng Bo muttered something in his sleep, turned over and fell asleep again, but his legs were always curled up.
"Bring out the toilet——"
A sudden sound completely penetrated the darkness before sunrise. Suddenly, the frightened crying of the little girl, the creaking sound of the wooden stairs, and the whispers from the bedside of the couple completely woke up Peng Bo from his deep sleep!
The mat under him was soaked with sweat. Just like the current weather in Shanghai and Hainan, it was hot and humid. Peng Bo yawned and got up. He walked through the messy threads hanging above his head and chatted with his equally sleepy neighbors.
Saying hello, they crowded around the faucet.
"Everyone, please give way and let those at work do the cleaning first." Someone in the crowd shouted.
"Turn down the faucet downstairs, there is no water upstairs." Someone else answered.
However, the water flow was still too small. Seeing that there were people crowding around the faucet, Peng Bo went downstairs with a toothbrush in his hand. There was only room for two people to pass through the aisle, and there was a squeaking sound when he stepped on it. He was 1.8 meters tall, and he was here.
Always keep your waist hunched, thus blocking most of the lights above your head.
The sky is getting brighter, the fire of the briquette stove is flickering in the morning mist, and wisps of smoke are rising straight into the sky. This is the beginning of a colorful and scenic day in Old Shanghai...
This is Peng Bo's life after his rebirth. It has been like this every day for a month, back and forth.
Of course, like all over the country, morning is also the busiest time for people here, emptying toilets, making coal stoves, and making breakfast...
More than 200 toilets were lined up downstairs. Unkempt women wearing various pajamas, waving bamboo toilet brushes and shiny hair pliers shells, quickly turned around inside the toilet, playing the drum downstairs.
Symphonic movement.
After drying the toilet and taking it home, the grandmothers and aunts picked up the quilts and grabbed the vantage points on the roadside, lighting up the scenery and the flags of all nations.
In this dewy morning light, accompanied by various noises, Guangchang Apartment became so quiet.
Standing quietly in the glow, watching over the residents in the building unchanged for decades.
This is the house Peng Bo rents. It is said that this British-designed building was built in the 1920s and 1930s. It was first used as a patrol house in the public concession. After liberation, it became a staff dormitory, and later there were more and more
Residents moved in.
But in Peng Bo's view, this ancient Roman Colosseum-like barrel-shaped building, with a rectangular structure that is long from north to south and short from east to west, is actually more like the scene in the movie "Kung Fu", a real version
"Pig Cage Walled City".
Standing in the center of the yard and looking at it, there are five floors with a flat roof, a spiral staircase on the north-south central axis, and a spacious courtyard in the middle. Each floor is connected by a long public corridor, like an oval runway, and behind the corridor is
Rooms of varying sizes.
"Zhang Jiamu's mother, what are you going to buy today?" Li Jiamu's mother was holding a pot filled with soy milk that she had just bought at the restaurant at the entrance of the alley. There were a few fried dough sticks and a few flatbreads on the pot.
"Today is my old man's birthday. I bought some big steaks and I'm going to cook big noodles tonight..."
"Hey, by the way, Mother Li, did you have a guest at your house yesterday?"
"Yes, yes, they are relatives from my mother's hometown. I haven't been to Shanghai for several years... Xiao Peng, you have to have breakfast when you go to work. Young people can't skip breakfast..."
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After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Peng Bo quickly returned to his room and dressed neatly. While moving carefully on the narrow stairs, he greeted the enthusiastic grandmothers and aunts, and carefully passed several dining tables. In this walled city, everyone was sitting there.
When eating in front of the door, some have folding tables, and some have just two square stools set together, with the rice bowl in hand.
I rushed downstairs and rushed to a state-owned restaurant. It was bustling with people. Everyone was queuing up to buy the four kings - flatbread, fried dough sticks, glutinous rice, and soy milk.
He finally found a place to sit down, but immediately he felt that the smell of fried dough sticks, the smell of soap from washing clothes, the choking smell of coal stove smoke, and the smell of toilet cleaning filled the entire air. This is rebirth.
A smell he has become familiar with over the past month.
"...Yesterday around 13:00, the embankment between No. 4 and No. 5 gates in the Jiujiang section of the Yangtze River burst about 30 meters away. The floods were surging and the situation was temporarily out of control. Now, the floods are spreading to Jiujiang City. The streets in the city are full of people.
It's a human being. Citizens near the breach were forced to move to buildings..."
The radio in the store was playing news about the floods in the south. This was a major event that people across the country were now concerned about. After his rebirth, he, a financial reporter, was also paying close attention to it.
"The water in Qingpu has not receded yet."
"Yes, I heard that the hospital is waist-deep in water."
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Shanghai in 1999 was far from the atmosphere of a metropolis. Zhabei District was still there, Nanhui District was still there, Luwan District was still there, and even Nanshi District would not be merged into Huangpu District until two years later.
The floods of 1998 turned Qingpu in Shanghai into a disaster area. When the flood hit, schools, hospitals, streets, etc. were all spared. The hospital was full of water. In the corridors of the hospital, sick people had to use tricycles to ferry them there.
see a doctor……
I hurriedly drank the last sip of soy milk, and there were more people on the road going to work.
The bus stop not far from the corner of the road was already full of people rushing to go to work. Some were walking back and forth, some were devouring breakfast without caring about the people around them and their own eating habits, and some were eating breakfast without stopping.
Raise your wrist and look at the time.
"Coming, coming!" someone in the crowd shouted.
Everyone looked into the distance following the shouting, and a two-car bus appeared in front of everyone. The space between the two cars was made of thick artificial leather and fixed parts. People in Shanghai and Hainan called it the "Giant Dragon".
car".
There are two long chairs facing each other at the joint inside the carriage, and they are connected to the turntable at the bottom of the joint. When the car turns, the chairs will rotate together with the turntable, because the image is like a banana. Shanghainese people regard this kind of chair as a banana.
The chair is called: Banana Chair.
Before the car stopped at the station, people rushed to greet it and opened the doors.