Siheyuan: Starting from a Truck Driver

She unfolded the newspaper and read it with the help of the sunlight outside the window. She soon frowned because the tone of the article was consistent with what Li Aiguo had said.

"Team leader Yuejie, don't be discouraged. The more you care about your treatment, the narrower your mind becomes. When it comes to dedication, your vision becomes higher. We should look at things from the perspective of the overall situation and improve our thinking. We should not fight for fame and fortune. As long as the name of the 131st crew appears in the newspaper, it is our honor."

As soon as Li Aiguo finished his words of comfort, the other party obviously understood his evaluation of him.

Director She Cuiping often attends such meetings and has some understanding of such things. She responded: "It seems that the selection of patriotic comrades to write about it is quite accurate."

After the manuscript is written, there is a process of transcription, which is undertaken by Captain Bai. She has a beautiful handwriting and is easy to win the favor of the editor.

After reviewing the draft and confirming that it was correct, Li Aiguo picked up his canvas bag and went to the education room of the locomotive section. In that era, news articles were required to be extremely rigorous.

Before submitting a manuscript, it must be approved by the relevant department, and the authenticity of the manuscript cannot be ignored. Once approved, the relevant department will issue a letter of introduction with a seal as proof. Without this certificate, the publishing house will not publish it.

If any problems arise, the locomotive depot and the newspaper will share the responsibility.

Knock gently.

The new director of the Education Department, She Cuiping, and her secretary, Huang Shufen, were in the office. Although Li Aiguo had no impression of her, she was impressed by the young people who were specially commended at the commendation meeting.

Director She stood up and asked sharply, "Are you driver Li Aiguo? What do you want to talk to me about?"

Huang Shufen saw that Li Aiguo looked a little strange, so she immediately smiled and explained, "This is Comrade She Cuiping, the director of our education department, Master Li."

Li Aiguo smiled politely and said, "Hello, Director She. At the meeting, it was mentioned that I should write an article for our charter group. I have just finished it and hope to ask for your opinion."

"So fast?" She Cuiping was a little surprised.

At this time, Huang Shufen added: "Master Li graduated from a regular technical secondary school. He had a talent for writing when he was in school and his writing skills were pretty good."

"I didn't expect Master Li to be so versatile. We should really cultivate such outstanding talents." She Cuiping stretched out a hand: "Did you bring the manuscript? I need to review it first."

Li Aiguo took out the manuscript from his canvas bag and presented it respectfully with both hands.

After receiving the manuscript, She Cuiping sat down, put on her glasses and read it carefully. She quickly finished reading the 300-word article.

With a slightly surprised smile, she looked up and said, "Master Li, it's not enough that you have superb driving skills, but I didn't expect that you also have a solid foundation in writing. Your level is as outstanding as the works of professional journalists."

Before becoming the director of the Education Department, She Cuiping was the deputy chief of the Propaganda Section of the Engineering Section. She has naturally outstanding writing skills and can accurately judge the quality of an article at a glance.

Although the news article written by Li Aiguo is concise, it takes into account the perspectives of all parties and is not as monotonous and boring as ordinary commendatory articles. A few refined points are enough to arouse the attention and vigilance of the locomotive depot's rotation team on safety issues.

Most of the railway maintenance personnel of this era were morale-conscious, and few of them could write articles. It was an unexpected blessing to meet Li Aiguo now. She nodded in praise: "Master Li, this work is excellent and does not need to be revised. Have you considered transferring to the Education Department?"

The other party obviously had the idea of ​​poaching, but only tentatively proposed it at the beginning of the meeting. I thought that this lady named She Cuiping might be gentle, but it was obvious that she was similar to other management of the locomotive section, vigorous and resolute. Two words to describe her are "majestic". If she were in military uniform, she would be as strict and rigorous as if she had returned to the army.

Li Aiguo politely declined, saying, "Director She, I like my current job as a driver and have not thought about working in an office for the time being."

She Cuiping mentioned this suggestion casually and did not expect the other party to accept it immediately. For a driver like Li Aiguo who has development potential, with more experience in the future, his career potential may far exceed those officials who are only engaged in education and training, and he may even be expected to hold a section-level leadership position.

"What a shame," She Cuiping said regretfully, nodding her head to show her understanding and concern. "You must be tired after driving all day. I'll write the certificate, stamp it for you, and deliver it to the newspaper office in person. By the way, one of my old classmates is an editor there."

Li Aiguo was overwhelmed with joy and gratitude: "Thank you, Director She!"

In this era, although the Beijing Railway Workers’ Newspaper, as an internal corporate newspaper, received hundreds of manuscripts every day, it was limited by the length of the page and most of the pages were used to reprint the content of the People’s Daily, leaving a small space like the palm of your hand. Many manuscripts were sent to the editorial office, like falling into a dusty filing cabinet, and almost never had the opportunity to see the light of day.

However, with She Cuiping's relationship, the manuscript could at least reach the editor's desk. He replied politely: "Director She is too polite. We are both affiliated with the same railway locomotive depot."

Then, She Cuiping stared at Li Aiguo and said, "If you have any manuscripts in the future, you can send them directly to the Education Office. If they are accepted by national newspapers, we will reward them with 100 yuan, 50 yuan for local newspapers, and only 5 yuan for internal newspapers at the headquarters." Finally, she smiled and said, "In this way, you will have to trouble Director She in the future."

The above Chinese passage conveys the spirit and tone of the original text as faithfully as possible.

This is a great strategy for making money.

But it's just imagination.

In this era, there has been no news on television or in newspapers about a 100-year-old woman with dozens of identities. If you want to get a national newspaper to publish an article,

That's harder than climbing to the sky.

After leaving the teaching room, Li Aiguo planned to look for Wang Dagui.

The initial capital needed to set up a junk shop has almost been raised, and we can start preparing.

As I arrived at the gate of the locomotive depot on my two-person bicycle, I saw Wang Da Kui riding his bicycle towards me.

Wang Da Kui was approaching on his bike as fast as a whirlwind.

"Brother Aiguo, I kept a close eye on Liu Changyi this afternoon. This guy squandered all his money and even took out the big pendulum clock from his home and took it to the Trust Store for cash. Now he's drinking with someone in the tavern at Zhengyangmen."

"I think after they have had enough food and drink, they will probably play dice or something."

"Come on, go back to the hotel and change into clean clothes. We'll get rid of Liu Changyi right away."

After waiting for several days, I finally got this opportunity. How could I miss it easily?

Li Aiguo got on his bicycle and went straight to Wang Dagui's residence.

What good clothes could Wang Dagui have? His only old Zhongshan suit was already worn out and white, and he looked shabby as soon as he put it on.

"This won't work. Come on, change into this." Wang Da Kui said as he took out a brand new white shirt, beige pants and polished leather shoes.

Well... this outfit is totally new.

After putting on these pieces of clothing neatly, the guy instantly transformed himself.

Li Aiguo changed into Wang Dagui's work trousers and matched them with a brown linen shirt. The trousers were a little small and a bit cumbersome when he moved.

But it doesn’t matter.

Today's focus is still Wang Da Kui.

With this outfit and his simple appearance, this kid is like a sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Li Aiguo looked up and down at Wang Da Kui, who looked full of energy, and nodded with satisfaction.

He handed Wang Da Kui two five-yuan bills and the lighter in his hand.

"Put the money in your pocket and save the lighter for a surprise for them later."

Wang Dagui looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. Although he refused to take the money, he said, "I don't like Liu Changyi either."

In today's new society, there are still people who dare to abuse child brides. Such evil people deserve to be punished even if they are cut into pieces.

"These are just little things, just take them."

Li Aiguo doesn't take it to heart now.

In order to prevent Liu Changyi from escaping, they quickly took him away from the slum.

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The two men rode as fast as lightning and headed straight for the tavern outside Zhengyangmen.

This is a prosperous place in the capital.

The streets are bustling with people, the sound of bicycle bells continues, and jeeps occasionally pass by with smoke rising, forming a unique city landscape.

Seeing them approaching, Xiao Zhang Erpao and Xiao Heidan, who had been watching at the door of the tavern, hurried over to greet them.

Zhang Erpao wiped his nose and reported to Li Aiguo and Da Kui softly: "Brother Aiguo, Brother Da Kui, Liu Changyi is inside, sitting by the window, and the two are drinking and chatting."

Following Zhang Erpao's gaze, Li Aiguo saw through the window that Liu Changyi was having a relaxed conversation with a young man.

The young man had a very distinctive appearance, he looked less than 20 years old, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. In theory, he had normal facial features, but when these features were combined, he always felt that he had a wild charm.

This young man seemed familiar.

Li Aiguo frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh and realized: "Isn't this guy the famous Peter Pan! But in real life, he is a few years younger than in the novel."

Although he looked a bit immature, a fierce look was already engraved between his brows.

Wang Dagui had been in the underworld for many years and recognized Peter Pan at a glance. "Brother Aiguo, this guy is called Buddha in the Xinjiekou area. He always makes trouble for the children in the compound. He often carries a gun and is very cruel. Liu Changyi's hospitality to him must be bad."

"Let's go and hear what they are saying."

Li Aiguo approached silently, getting close to the gap in the window glass. A cold voice slipped out from the gap.

The rich aroma of wine wafted through the bar. The wealthy customers ordered a portion of peanuts and a glass of vintage wine and enjoyed them leisurely. The poorer ones could only wash their wine with a handful of rusty iron nails. After each sip, they would hold the nail in their mouths to savour its unique flavour, which was also a happy and comfortable experience.

The noise and cursing in the hall were filled with the heat of life.