Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

Similarly, the old editor holding an abacus was also calculating in his mind.

The young comrade in front of me seems to be more experienced than my own editor-in-chief.

Afterwards, this experienced young comrade and the editor-in-chief Jiang Hai escorted the night editor tonight.

The final version of Pujiang Daily, which is full of contemporary flavor and contains private goods, was sent to the hands of 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 embarrassed by the editor-in-chief's gaze, and he immediately realized that he could no longer 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 has the final say!

Louder.

Jiang Shan's voice chased his elder brother's leaving figure, and suddenly he felt that it was good to have a relationship.

…

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.

Newspaper subscriptions are only available on the first floor of the dormitory building, 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 distribution fee of 0.6 cents 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 door of the printing factory, Jiang Shan's footsteps were fast. He was really hungry at this moment.

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.

When the waitress, who had long been familiar with him, saw him, she 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 wonton 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 Second Garment Factory.

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 work 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 ​​looking for connections to transfer to other workshops suddenly came up again.

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 now.

That is, inspecting machines and observing the sentiments of the people.

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 tour, he felt a lot more at ease.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard an ouch.

He secretly screamed something bad, but when he turned around he saw only a bloody mess.

Let's tie it up, let's tie it up,

Jiang Xiangnan ran over and took a look:

Xiao Huihui, why are you you again?

Ever since this girl came to the fourth workshop, Jiang Xiangnan had almost forgotten what the safety production 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 did you prick this time?

Two at most,

The eldest sister who was in a group of machines with Xiao Huihui 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 shed 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 them go every time.

Aren't I scared out of my mind, ah~

Jiang Xiangnan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, Okay, okay, take her to the infirmary quickly.

Ah~

Xiao Huihui refused to move even a step for a while. 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 had 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 master guarding the newsstand was still reading and selling newspapers.

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: 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:

Master, give me two copies of Pujiang Daily!