Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Wan Feng didn't expect this thing to make money or anything, as long as it could make ends meet, he hoped that this small publication would become a platform to promote the prestige.

Print media still has 20 years of golden age, and will be replaced by the Internet after 2000.

A lot can be done in 20 years.

I don't know if Jiang Min can provoke this matter?

Wan Feng found Jiang Min when the day shift was off work.

"Sister Min, I have something to discuss with you, Feng'er! You help Sister Min to prevent her from falling down due to the blow."

Jiang Min gave Wan Feng a white look: "Am I so weak?"

"I thought about some things just now, and I decided that from tomorrow onwards, you will no longer be in charge of the production management of the factory, and let Li Erman be in charge of the production."

Jiang Min's face was a little pale, but she didn't say anything but bit her lip.

"Don't feel disappointed. It's not that your production management is not good. I just want to give you a position where you can display your talents."

"Oh, you have something to say quickly, okay, why are you still panting!" Luan Feng was dissatisfied, she didn't like other people's tricks, and she wanted to slap anyone who talked to her and hid it.

"I want Sister Min to be in charge of the spare time cultural life of the garment factory workers. Of course, she will not be off-duty. You should work as you should. Use your spare time to manage these things, and the factory will give you some meager compensation."

What Jiang Min thought about was not the reward.

"Managing cultural life? What do you care about?"

"Come!"

Wan Feng brought Jiang Min and Luan Feng to the activity room of the clothing factory.

In the past, this activity room only had a TV set and a dozen rows of long chairs, but now there is a large piece of furniture that looks like a large wardrobe in the corner.

Wan Feng opened the cabinet and inside was the musical instrument he bought this afternoon.

"Is this the formation of a Yangko team?" Luan Feng spoke quickly.

Wan Feng squinted at Luan Feng: "Does your Yangko team use erhu and guitar and electronic organ?"

"Isn't it necessary? I don't think it can't be used."

This head is weird again. Twisting Yangko is mainly gongs, drums and suona. In the sound of gongs and drums, what role can the erhu guitar play?

"Our factory currently has a staff of two hundred or so, and it won't be long before another group of people will enter the factory to implement three shifts. With more people, the amateur cultural life of the employees must also keep up. These workers, especially the female workers who live in the house, must not be allowed to spend their spare time. Nothing to do, I think the amateur cultural life of the workers in the factory will also keep up with the pace of development, I bought these musical instruments in the afternoon, and I will hand them over to you to manage."

"Just manage these things?"

"Managing these musical instruments is only one aspect. In the future, I will hire some teachers to teach you these musical instruments. After you have learned it, we will form a performance team of our own, and we will also form a model team."

"Motorcycle team?"

Luan Feng is completely obsessed with motorcycles now.

"It's a model, not a motorcycle!"

"It sounds about the same."

It's so far away, one walks with a wheel and the other walks with two wheels, what have they have in common?

6 Chapter [-] are all white-eyed wolves

"Models are a foreign language. They are people who walk around the stage wearing clothes. There are men and women. Their purpose is to display clothes, and the ultimate goal is to sell the clothes displayed." Wan Feng introduced the models in detail. What are you eating.

"It doesn't seem to be of much use to us, does it? We don't need to show off our clothes. If we show them again, we won't be able to grab them." Luan Feng didn't seem to be very interested in the models after she figured out what the models were for.

What she said was the truth. Models really have no effect on clothing factories now.But you can't stop doing clothes just because they sell well. Good things have to be sold out, and brands are sometimes advertised by shouting.

"The combination of singing, dancing and models is a costume art performance team. It needs some people who have the qualifications in this area, people who are talented in music and dance. The requirements for music are not too high. But the dance requirements are higher, the height must be more than 1.7 meters, and the minimum appearance must be worthy of the audience."

"1.7 meters? We don't have many more than 1.7 meters in total, do we?"

Even if the northerners are tall, there are not many women who are over 1.7 meters tall, and most of them are between 1.6 meters and 1.7 meters.

This is because Wan Feng has lowered the requirements. International models are required to be 1.8 meters tall. Only tall, slender and tall clothes will look good. You can get good-looking clothes on a short winter melon.

Luan Feng looked down at her body, and sighed: "It seems that I can't be a model anymore, do you think I can grow any longer?"

Girls are basically about the same when they reach the seventeenth or eighth stage, even if they can't grow much, Luan Feng is still two centimeters to 1.7 meters, it seems that there is still hope, Jiang Min must be enough, this guy's size is now afraid He is 1.7 meters four and five, which is enough to play basketball.

"You don't need to be so tall to be a model. Who told you to be the director of the factory?"

"That won't work, and the factory manager can't have special privileges." Luan Feng has very high demands on herself.

This is also true. Whose factory manager still works in the workshop?Luan Feng is.

"This is a matter of the performance team. I also have a plan to start a journal, and I plan to hand over the editing task to you, and you will be responsible for handling the manuscripts."

The news brightened Jiang Min's eyes, but the brightness only lasted for a few seconds.

"Can I do it?" Her education level is only a middle school graduate.

"Why not? I guess it's enough, but it's probably going to take a while. We're planning to launch a public publication, so we have to go to the Culture and Sports Bureau to register and approve the issue number, and then start soliciting papers. By then, you will be in the submissions." Select those works that eulogize the good people and good deeds of Jiangwei and reflect the local atmosphere, and the themes include news, reviews, novels, poems, etc., and send them to the printing factory for typesetting and printing after the draft is completed."

Jiang Min was moved this time. This unreliable guy is going to do it for real. She also has a dream of a literary youth in her heart, but she also knows that there is little hope. There is no hope for a writer. good choice.

"I guess I can officially prepare for the publication when I come back next time. You still need to find some people with drawing skills to draw illustrations for the publication, design a cover and back cover, and so on. How can you do it with confidence? No?"

"I'll try and do my best."

"Don't think that this is an easy job. If you do it well, you will specialize in these two jobs in the future, and you can get off the front line of production."

"I think it's okay for me to draw the illustrations you mentioned." Luan Fengmao recommended himself.

"Illustrations in publications don't need turtles." Wan Feng unceremoniously discouraged Luan Feng's enthusiasm.

Luan Feng pouted: "Who says I can draw turtles, and the flowers and birds I draw are pretty pretty."

Yes, the flowers she draws always have five petals with a smiley face in the middle, and the birds always have their heads bigger than their bodies. It's strange that such birds can fly.

The flowers and plants she drew were good enough for a patchwork pattern at first, but they will be used as illustrations in magazines, unless it is a children's book.

"Really, I think the paintings I draw can be classified as peasant paintings."

"Okay, stop moaning, we should go home and cook."

You might be able to succeed if you pretend to be a Picasso painting.

Wan Feng gave Jiang Min the key to the musical instrument cabinet, and pulled Luan Feng back.

"Do you think I can grow again?" Luan Feng asked as he walked unrelentingly.