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After taking a long breath and calming down, she looked serious and said in a firm tone, "Mr. Li Jianguo, I came here to tell you the good news. The article you published in the Urban Engineering News has been accepted. Director She Cuiping invites you to come to the training room to receive the manuscript sample and payment."

What? You logged out so soon?

Li Aiguo thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll leave right away."

Walking into the training room hand in hand with Zhou Shuhua,

The person who was giving moral education to the crew members in the conference room was She Cuiping.

After seeing Li Aiguo standing outside the door, She Cuiping stopped her speech and said with a smile: "Everyone wait at the door later. The report written by Bai Xuejie and I has been published. I will pay them the corresponding royalties now."

As these words were spoken, the crew members of the flight cabin opened their eyes wide in excitement.

"Our 131st crew is in the newspaper! I must go get a copy later and take it home to my bedside so that the man at home can see what I am capable of."

One crew member said.

Another person also said: "I will find an album to frame it and keep it as a souvenir. When my children grow up, I will let them know that their mother has made sacrifices for the country."

People who were originally in low spirits suddenly became full of energy. The dark clouds in their eyes were replaced by bright sunshine.

In this era, being in the newspaper is an extraordinary thing.

Although the report may not mention the individual names. They are part of the 131st Captain Team,

It’s a pleasure!

For the overly excited Li Aiguo, the remuneration for this short manuscript of a few words was only RMB 5.

If there is a chance to publish again, why should I struggle to run a route to transport goods from Tianjin to Beijing?

But after careful consideration, I realized that such an idea is difficult to realize.

In this era, it is much more difficult to publish a piece of news than to reach the sky, unless you provide a topic that satisfies the mainstream values ​​of society.

If it does not conform to the mainstream view of society, no matter how beautifully you write your story,

There is little chance of being published.

Holding the royalties and sample issues in his hands, Li Aiguo got on his bicycle like a child who had received a toy and rushed to the supermarket.

Today is a very auspicious day, so we must celebrate it with a luxurious meal.

There are always many unfair things in this world.

The unfinished chapter is waiting for readers to go to the next page to reveal the exciting plot.

Some people are happy, while others are worried. For example, Yan Jie is unhappy.

He was fined ten dollars because of the previous incident.

In addition, the factory required him to stop working for a day and a half, study at home, reflect on himself, and write a 2000-word self-examination report.

Yan Jiegui at home sat at the table, frowning and looking at Yan Jiecheng sternly.

Yan Jiegui was filled with grief and indignation. "What on earth were you thinking? Why did you deliver information for the criminals? Don't you want to save your life?"

Yan Jiecheng lowered his head and drooped his shoulders, and responded weakly: "How do I know that the old thief is a criminal? I have seen him before. He gave people a very impressive impression at that time. He often passed me cigarettes, and they were big brands."

He picked up the enamel cup and drank a sip of tea, and said with a dissatisfied look: "I just want to make a little more money, and also to carry on the tradition of our old man."

However, faced with Yan Jiecheng's behavior, Yan Bugui was so angry that he was both amused and helpless, but he could not find the right words to refute.

But Third Mother was reasonable. She turned to Yan Jiecheng and rebuked him, "Don't you understand? You can only earn one dollar for a trip. If there is no problem, how can you pay that price? It's really weird!"

Yan Jiecheng was confused because he had not considered these complicated issues at the beginning. He was just pursuing interests.

"Forget it, it's already happened, there's no point in nagging." Yan Bugui sighed, "It was originally planned that Xie Cheng could earn 40 yuan this month, but now, not only has he been fined 10 yuan, but he also has to stop working for two days. This way, he won't be able to complete the task as required."

Sanma then suggested, "Even so, it is secondary to other things. Xie Cheng was able to stay in the team this time probably because of the care of Li Aiguo from the Public Security Bureau of the Locomotive Depot."

A man named Yan Jiecheng explained: "It's possible. I heard that Li Aiguo has a childhood friend who works at the Public Security Bureau. A few days ago, the eldest son of the Jia family was injured in an explosion, so he went to the police station to deal with related matters."

Sanma emphasized her gratitude, "No matter what his name is, he helped us. It would be inappropriate for us to pretend that we knew nothing about it. In this case, why don't you take some things and go see him?"

"That's a good idea. Our Jie Cheng will definitely have to ask him for help in the future."

Yan Bugui also felt that he should express his gratitude, but he was reluctant to spend money. Finally, they decided to choose two small fish as gifts and take them out.

At this moment,

*

Li Aiguo rode his bicycle between the four porches. His two-person bicycle rode steadily and impressively on the road, attracting many eyes.

The most obvious drawback is its weight, which is a full ninety kilograms.

It takes some effort every time to cross the threshold and enter the four courtyards.

Seeing Li Aiguo lifting the bicycle seat, he hurried over, leaned over and arched his back, enthusiastically helping him lift the bicycle.

"Aiguo, why is your thing so heavy!" Yan Bugui lifted it halfway, but his grip loosened and the bicycle tire fell to the ground, hitting his rubber shoes.

*

This time, what was shocking was that even after suffering such an impact, Yan Bugui did not even cry out in pain.

At this time, Li Aiguo noticed an unusual phenomenon - the boots worn by Yan Bugui were actually two or three sizes too large. At this time, they had been hit hard by the wheels and looked dented and uneven.

"Uncle, your shoes"

Yan Bugui pulled out his shoes with great effort, smiled awkwardly and said, "This is because I helped him to set up a match, and he gave me these old shoes in return."

Li Aiguo bowed and said, "So you prepared your own size just to measure the size of other people's shoes. I admire you."

"You know shit! I'm advocating frugal living and actively responding to the call from my superiors." Yan Bugui not only did not feel ashamed, but felt a sense of honor.

His eyes fell on the newspaper in the gap between the back seats, his eyes sparkled, and he immediately reached out to grab the newspaper: "Patriotic, you must have read this article, I gave it to our third grandfather. The windows at home need to be repaired, and I need two newspapers to paste on the windows."

"What good thing is there? My article is written in it!"

"boom!"

Li Aiguo reached out to stop Yan Bugui.

"What is that! Li Aiguo, you published an article in the newspaper?" Yan Bugui was so surprised that he forgot about what happened with his kitten and picked up the newspaper to check.

Soon, the name "Li Aiguo" appeared in a small corner on the edge of the newspaper.

"This is our flag - the crew of Flight 131 created a full flight record of **, "Flying Legend - Remembering Li Aiguo and Bai Yuejie"."

Looking at the words under his name, the newspaper began to tremble like leaves in the wind.

He stood up, his neck stiff, and looked at Li Aiguo with disbelief: "Li Aiguo, did you really write this?"

As a senior teacher, Yan Bugui also enjoys poetry, calligraphy, painting and seal carving.

Li Aiguo was surprised that he had submitted articles to newspapers many times over the years but had never received a reply. Now he secretly published his articles there.

“Who gets to be in the newspaper?”

Xu Damao, who had delivered eggs to the Lou family, was on his way home with a cloth bag in his arms. When he passed by the door of the house, he came over curiously.

When Xu Damao saw the three words "Li Aiguo" in the newspaper, his expression was slightly shocked.

"Patriotism, man, that's amazing! Your name is finally published in the newspaper!"

Xu Damao, who usually shouts loudly, quickly attracted the attention of other residents with his shouting.

At that time, there were no advertising columns in newspapers, including advertisements for things like contraceptive drugs.

The words printed in lead type represent facts and symbolize authority.

Even though it was just a small internal publication, it was still a great honor to have my name mentioned.

The residents all gathered around, passing the newspaper to each other to share.

Even if they don't appear in the newspapers, they are still proud to be neighbors.

Save the next page and read on! It's just like how modern people living in a famous neighborhood relate to celebrities.

Jia Dongxu took a day off to rest today.

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It's similar to the neighborhood feel of living with celebrities in this modern era.

Due to health reasons, Jia Dongxu chose to take a day off due to sickness.

He had been planning to go to the street to relax, but when he heard the noise, his expression immediately became serious.

Then he saw a group of people surrounding Li Aiguo, and his mood suddenly became much lower. He turned around and went back to his room with a headache.

Qin Huairu was playing ** with Xiao Banggan. When she heard the noise, she buttoned up her cloak and walked out holding the stick.

"Dongxu, we agreed to go to the member clinic for a checkup this morning, why are you going back again?

Did that ** Li Aiguo cause trouble again? "

"Damn Li Aiguo! He actually published it in the newspaper!"

"What, Li Aiguo is on the newspaper?" Qin Huairu's heart began to beat violently, and the small stick she was holding almost slipped out of her hands.

In a panic, he held his arms steady, ignored the howling little stick, and asked what happened.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. In just a few days, Li Aiguo was reported.

For this daughter-in-law from the countryside, having her name recorded in the newspaper columns was a fantasy.

Jia Dongxu found Qin Huairu standing there in a daze. He ignored the crying Xiaobang and said coldly:

“Are you feeling sorry?”

"No...No...

"How dare you say no?" Seeing Qin Huairu's expression, he angrily scolded, "You think you are hiding in Li Aiguo's bed to keep warm, and you want to be someone's warm support!"

** His eyes flashed with anger, and he cursed at Qin Huairu three times, directly hitting her inner defense line.

Qin Huairu hugged the stick and went back into the house.

Tears fell like beads from a broken string, interweaving with the dust on the ground.

With Jia Zhang's return to her hometown, she did have some temporary peace and stability.

However, Jia Dongxu was like a horse that had broken free from its reins, running free and unrestrained.