Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 50 Regional Printing Houses

This morning, He Ping made arrangements for the chicken farm and rode his bicycle to the county town. He was going to the county library today.

The last time I met Xin Shoucheng, the curator of the county library, because of the desks and chairs. He wanted to inquire about the printing factory. The other party was the librarian, so he should be very clear about this.

When he arrived at the library, He Ping found Director Xin's office.

"Hey, what wind brought you, Writer He, here." Xin Shoucheng, who was buried in the newspaper, saw He Pinglai and greeted him warmly.

"Hello, Director Xin, I'm here to ask you something."

"Come on, sit down."

The two sat down, and the director of the letter said: "I read your article in the magazine yesterday, it's really well written."

"You flatter me."

After exchanging pleasantries, the director of the letter asked, "What do you want to see me today?"

"I thought that you usually manage the library and you should know more about printing, so I came here to ask you about the business of our county or regional printing factory."

"Oh, I know a little bit about this." The curator Xin said clearly.

"Can I trouble you to tell me?"

"We have printing factories in one city and three counties in the Yingcheng area. Of course, the most powerful ones are the regional printing factories. Others, such as state-owned enterprises and middle schools, have their own mimeograph rooms. I don't know what you want to ask What kind of matter?"

"I want to print some pen copybooks here, and the requirements are a bit special, the kind with grooves."

He Ping said a few words and the curator did not understand what he meant. After all, this kind of thing has not yet been born. He Ping demonstrated it to him with paper, and the curator understood the principle. "This is quite interesting."

The director of the letter thought for a while and said: "The difficulty of this thing is the printing plate. As far as I know, the printing factory in the county does not seem to have a printing machine. I am afraid you have to go to the regional printing factory to try."

It's good if you can do it, the area is far away, and it doesn't matter if you spend a little more effort.

"However, there is one problem. The regional printing factories are all responsible for the tasks of regional propaganda departments, publishing houses, newspaper offices, and magazine offices. If you go alone, I'm afraid it won't work."

He Ping had been mentally prepared for a long time, "I'll go to inquire first, do you know the address of the printing factory in the area?"

Seeing that He Ping insisted on going, the director of the letter said, "Well, let me open the letter of introduction for you. Gao Pengfei, the workshop director of the regional printing factory, is also from our Ping County. He used to be a neighbor of my family. Now he has moved to the region. You can go there." Ask him first."

He Ping hurriedly said gratefully, "Thank you so much."

After leaving the county library, He Ping checked the time, and it was past nine o'clock in the morning.

Just now the director of the letter said that there are two buses a day from Ping County to Yingcheng, one at [-]:[-] in the morning and one at [-]:[-] in the afternoon.

Early the next morning, He Ping got on the bus to Yingcheng, the most common old bus with big bags in this era.

A car was full of people, so crowded that He Ping was almost suffocated, and experienced the feeling of being crowded in the subway after a long absence.

The bus didn't drive fast, and after wandering around for an hour and a half, He Ping felt a little dizzy when he got off the bus. There was nothing he could do about it.

When He Ping arrived in the area, he was basically blind and unfamiliar with the place, so he had to ask someone for the address of the printing factory.I could only inquire with individuals according to the address given by the letter manager, and it took me a long time to find the gate of the printing factory.

He Ping showed the letter of introduction to the guard, and He Ping was able to enter the guard's room.

The doorman called Gao Pengfei, the workshop director, to He Ping. He Ping introduced himself as director Xin Shoucheng. Seeing that he was introduced by an acquaintance, Gao Pengfei led He Ping into the factory.

"The main purpose of my visit this time is to cooperate with your factory for some business. Our village primary school wants to print a batch of pen copybooks. I wonder if your factory can undertake it?"

He Ping briefed Gao Pengfei on the printing of copybooks, and Gao Pengfei frowned.

"Oh, this matter is not easy to handle. Xiao He, to tell you the truth, I am just the workshop director in the factory. I am not responsible for business matters, and I don't have that much power. You have to find out about this matter." Our factory leaders can do it."

He Ping didn't want to embarrass others anymore, so he could only follow Gao Pengfei's words: "Then can I trouble you to introduce the factory leader to me?"

Gao Pengfei thought for a while, and reluctantly said, "Okay, let me introduce you, and you can talk about it later."

After speaking, he took He Ping to the office building of the printing factory. Gao Pengfei took He Ping and knocked on the door and walked into an office with a nameplate of "Deputy Factory Director".

The deputy director introduced by Gao Pengfei was surnamed Guan. After briefly introducing the purpose of He Ping's visit, Gao Pengfei quit the office of director Guan.

After Gao Pengfei went out, He Ping showed the letter of introduction that the curator had helped to issue, and told the purpose of his trip.

"Comrade Xiao He, if you carry out the printing business in your own name, our factory has no way to undertake your printing business." Director Guan said bluntly after reading the letter of introduction.

Little He Ping quickly explained, "Director Guan, I may not have made it clear just now. In fact, I came to contact the business for the primary school in our team. We hope to print a batch of good-quality calligraphy copybooks for teaching."

"Comrade Xiao He, our Yingcheng Printing Factory is a state-owned enterprise directly under the Propaganda Department of the Yingcheng Prefectural Party Committee. If you want to make printed materials for your primary school, you should go to the printing factory in your commune or county. We can't help you with this matter. of."

Guan Jingye's attitude is very firm, there is no room for negotiation at all.

He Ping explained again and again, but Director Guan never nodded. In the end, He Ping could only leave regretfully.

Walking out of the office building, He Ping was a little discouraged and wandered around the flower bed in front of the office building of the printing factory.

At this time, a young man smoking a cigarette was squatting on the flower bed, looking at Twenty Lang's age, his attire could be called fashionable from the current point of view.

It was working hours at this point, and there was no one in the factory, either in the office or in the workshop. This young man squatting on the flower bed and smoking was as conspicuous as a firefly in the dark night. He Ping leaned over to find out about this What is the origin of Xiaonian, in case it can help.

"Dude, let's have a cigarette."

The young man gave He Ping a sideways glance, and handed him a cigarette casually.

"Thank you."

He Ping took a long puff of cigarette, exhaled a long smoke ring, sighed, and said in a low voice, "Why is it so difficult to do something?"

Seeing He Ping's sad face, the young man smoking beside him spoke up, "What's the matter? Brother, what's wrong?"

"Come here to contact some business, but it didn't work out." He Ping acted as if he didn't want to say anything, but his attitude aroused the interest of the young man.

"What's the matter? Tell me, if you are idle, you are idle. Maybe I can help you."

He Ping told the young man about the purpose of his visit today and the situation he encountered.

After hearing He Ping's words, Xiaonian laughed, "Dude, you're not looking for the right person."

(End of this chapter)