Countercurrent 1982

Chapter 232 Model
Duan Yun and Cheng Qingyan also studied very seriously, and their attention was concentrated throughout the process.

Cheng Qingyan's personality is like this, she is very focused and serious in everything she does, while Duan Yun seems to have regained the feeling of being in college in her previous life, and the subject they are studying is something Duan Yun has never been exposed to before, so the feeling is also Very fresh.

From 09:30 p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., the classroom order was very good for two and a half hours. Except for the sound of the lecturer, there was only the slight sound of rustling books and the rubbing of pen nibs and notebooks.

After the class, the teacher gave half an hour to discuss and review each other.

Taking advantage of this time, Duan Yun got to know a few classmates sitting next to him.

Because the age difference between Duan Yuncheng Qingyan and the others was a bit large, Duan Yun opened his mouth to keep shouting at his brothers, sisters and aunts, and these people in the same class were also very enthusiastic, introducing each other and chatting.

Without exception, the students in the class are all employed, and many of them have pens from various units, and they all speak politely, which makes Duan Yun and Cheng Qingyan feel quite interesting.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the school closed on time, and everyone left the classroom one after another.

It's easy when you come, but it's a little troublesome when you go back.

Through the chat just now, Duan Yun learned that there are a total of 28 people in the class. Except for the class leader Jiang Zhipeng whose family is in the urban area, other students in the night class are in the same situation. Joint factory to work.

They come here by bicycle or squeeze the bus. If they can’t do it, they rent a small house near the school to make do with a night’s sleep, and they have to go back to work the next day. No one treats their studies with the mentality of “mixed diplomas”.

Although Duan Yun doesn't live in the urban area, he is more fortunate than them. He has a motorcycle, and it takes less than an hour to go back and forth from the factory to the correspondence station.

Although most of the students in the class can still afford Duan Yunqi's 400-yuan scooters if they grit their teeth, they can't afford gas. In the mining area, it costs at least one to two yuan for gas for a round trip. Compared with the bus fare of [-] cents, such a high price is simply outrageously expensive. It is definitely not affordable by ordinary people, but for Duan As far as Yun is concerned, this is just a small amount of money that is not worth mentioning.

Although Duan Yun didn't mention money to Cheng Qingyan, the careful Cheng Qingyan thought about it for him.

"Duan Yun, how much gas does your car cost a month?" Cheng Qingyan asked Duan Yun after getting into the car.

"Why do you ask this?" Duan Yun asked with a smile.

"I can't sit in your car for nothing every day, can I?" Cheng Qingyan bit her lip lightly and said, "Besides, your salary is not high..."

Although she was also admitted to university, Cheng Qingyan's salary was much higher than Duan Yun's. When she first joined the factory, she was already at the [-]th grade of technical salary, which was equivalent to the level of an intern college student. It was much higher, and Cheng Qingyan's parents were both factory cadres, so compared to Duan Yun's single-parent family, their income was many times higher.

It's just that Cheng Qingyan would never have imagined that Duan Yun is already the 'richest man' in the entire factory with a net worth of more than 6, and even the salary of the factory manager is less than a fraction of his monthly income!
"You mean what you say." Duan Yun curled his lips when he heard the words, and then said: "Even if I don't take you, I still have to ride this motorcycle to school, and it burns a lot of oil! Didn't we all agree before, from now on I will If you slip away in the unit, you just turn a blind eye..."

"Pfft." Cheng Qingyan laughed out loud when she heard the words, and said to Duan Yun after a while; "By the way, to be serious, you promised me to help me see the design drawings of the powerful shot peening."

"Then give me the blueprint tomorrow." Duan Yun replied bluntly, and continued: "But I also have something to ask for your help."

"What's the matter?" Cheng Qingyan asked.

"It's like this, I want you to be a model, take a few photos for me..." Duan Yun wanted to find other excuses to let Cheng Qingyan take photos of her products, but it felt a bit inappropriate to do so, after all, Cheng Qingyan was smart, Once she finds out that he lied to her in the future, it will undoubtedly affect the friendship between the two, so Duan Yun decided to tell the truth.

"Model?" Cheng Qingyan was startled when she heard this.

Modeling is still a relatively new term these days. Although some garment factories in the south have sporadically established some of the earliest model teams in China, most Chinese people are still full of curiosity about this profession.

"Actually, it's just taking a few photos." Duan Yun added.

"It can't be that simple, can it?" Cheng Qingyan frowned slightly.

"It's really that simple, as long as you stop somewhere, you can take a good shot soon." Duan Yun smiled slightly, and then said: "Of course, if you can dress up as beautifully as possible, after the shot is finished, I can wash a few more as a souvenir for you."

"Then what's the use of taking these pictures?"

"It's just to promote some small electronic products that I make. Photo-shooting products are too monotonous, so I want you to match them with the products, just like the TV commercials you watch." Duan Yun explained.

"Okay." Cheng Qingyan nodded upon hearing this.

"Then let's make a deal. I'll help you modify the drawings, and you will be my model." Duan Yun said with a smile, then started his motorcycle, and quickly left the gate of the night school...

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At the same time, on the kitchen balcony of Cheng Qingyan's house, Cheng Changlin was smoking cigarettes one by one while looking at the intersection of the community in the distance.

"Old Cheng, I've poured the water for washing your feet. You can wash and get ready for bed." At this time, Cheng Qingyan's mother, Yang Xiufang, also came over and said to her husband.

"En." Cheng Changlin replied, but his eyes were still fixed on the intersection.

"Smoking too much is bad for your health. You don't have to wait so anxiously. Didn't Duan Yun ride a motorcycle to see her off in the afternoon? It's okay." Yang Xiufang saw her husband's thoughts and said to him .

"That kid is unreliable! I'm a little worried about letting him send our daughter to and from school." Cheng Changlin said with a frown.

"I think Duan Yun is a good guy. I didn't know him before, but his speech performance on the stage at the National Day Model Worker Commendation Meeting was still very good. It was a completely off-script speech, and his performance was quite generous... "Yang Xiufang is the head of the publicity department in the factory, and she often organizes the performance training of the art team in the factory, so judging from her professional stage experience, it is really not easy for Duan Yun to be able to speak so well on stage for the first time.

"What good is a good speech?"

"But isn't Duan Yun also admitted to university now? He's quite capable." Yang Xiufang said.

(End of this chapter)