Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 571 New Things
"Professor Wen, how is the recent heating supply? Is the temperature in the room okay?"

He Ping entered the residential building of the writer’s dormitory, and picked a house to enter. There were two professors living here. One was Wen Congjun, in his 50s, who was engaged in food science research, and the other was Zhang Jiuliang, who lived with him. Wen Congjun is about the same age and majors in animal husbandry.

When He Ping knocked on the door and came in, only Wen Congjun was in the room, and he was reading in the living room with a pair of presbyopic glasses.

"Mr. He, why are you here?"

"Come here to see how you live, it's been cold recently, don't freeze you."

Wen Congjun pointed to his thin shirt and said with a smile: "Look at what I'm wearing indoors, it's so cold! It's better in the north. Although it's colder in winter, there is heating. Once you come in, it's steaming. Not to mention how comfortable it is."

"That's good. I'm afraid that the weather is too cold these days, the boiler is not burning enough, and the temperature in the room is low."

He Ping sat down and chatted with Wen Congjun for a while, but he didn't see Zhang Jiuliang, so he asked, "Why haven't I seen Professor Zhang?"

"He, he can't stay idle, he went to visit other houses."

He Ping smiled when he heard this, this guy is really restless.

"Is there any inconvenience in your life recently?" He Ping asked.

Wen Congjun said: "Where there is any inconvenience, everything is good, but the work is more leisurely. This is not the original intention of us coming here!"

Wen Congjun’s words made He Ping laugh. Most of the researchers who came to work in Hantun are full of overstaffed and inefficient schools, research institutes and enterprises. They can earn more money when they come out to work. , On the one hand, you can also show what you have learned.

"Don't worry, all companies are busy expanding their territory in China this year. After a few days, the heads of all companies will come back to report on their work. At that time, I will call all the senior executives of the companies over to join everyone. Discuss the research plan of our institute in the next three to five years."

"That's great!"

After chatting with Wen Congjun for more than ten minutes, He Ping left.

I went to the room of two researchers again, and everyone generally reported that they were very comfortable staying here, but sometimes they would be a bit boring at night.

He Ping spent 2 yuan on this alone for these researchers.

But there are always times when I get tired of watching TV, and I can’t do outdoor activities on winter nights.

He Ping wanted to wait a few days to invite the projection team to show a movie for everyone, and it happened that the end of the year was almost here, so it was an early celebration for everyone.

After the movie was over, it was time for the holidays, and at least three-quarters of the 100 people in the dormitory had to leave.

The group of people in the dormitory came from all over the world, and the matter of booking tickets for the Spring Festival alone was enough for the company to have a headache.

After coming out of the writer's village, He Ping went to the county town to take advantage of this day to handle the matter.Han Tun has not shown fewer movies in the past two years. He is very familiar with the projection team.

In this day and age, the projection team is an arrogant profession, usually consisting of two to three people.Equipped with 35mm, 16mm or 8.75mm mobile projectors and power generation equipment, it can go deep into the vast industrial and mining areas, rural areas, troops and remote mountainous areas to show movies on tour.

In the era when entertainment activities were scarce, if a factory, mine or village had a movie, it would be no different from the Chinese New Year. The common people could go to the movies without eating. drunk.

That's why He Ping has always felt that film workers in this era are the happiest, even happier than the era when later generations often received sky-high salaries in eight or nine figures.

Film workers in this era do not have as high a salary as later generations, but their income is much higher than that of ordinary wage earners, and the most important thing is that they are respected.

It is not the kind of respect of a star going out, 10 assistants, 100 bodyguards, and 1 fan in later generations, but the respect and love from the heart of the common people. Many respected seniors are called people's artists.

No matter how famous a movie star is in the later generations, he is just an "actor" in the mouths of ordinary people, and his grades are different.

The reason why He Ping managed this matter so smoothly is that in the past two years, Han Tun has often shown movies, and every time the projection team came, they would eat and take their money. Going to Han Tun once paid their half a month's salary. , who would not want to come to Hantun.

When he returned to the Writer's Village, He Ping greeted Professor Wen and asked him to inform everyone that the screening team was scheduled to come the day after tomorrow.

After finishing this matter, He Ping drove to Hantun, and a light snow began to fall on the way.

The lights behind the car suddenly came on and the horn sounded.

The truck behind drove up, and He Ping rolled down the window, thinking it was Han Yuanchao.

"Uncle Yuanchao, are you back from the car?"

"Ah, I'm back. He Ping, I have something to do. I'll go back to your house and consult with you later."

"Success! You're driving, don't talk about it, pay attention to safety."

After a simple two-sentence dialogue, He Ping closed the car window and continued driving.

After returning home in a few minutes, Mao Chunhua had already prepared dinner.

"Why did you come back?"

"I went to the Writer's Village, and met Uncle Yuanchao on the way, and said something."

"Hurry up and eat!" Mao Chunhua served the meal to He Ping and asked, "He didn't say what happened?"

He Ping took a mouthful of rice, "I didn't say anything, I said I'll come over later."

After eating, more than half an hour later, Han Yuanchao came.

After saying hello, Han Yuanchao asked He Ping: "He Ping, I saw something new in Fengcheng this trip, and I want to ask your opinion."

"What?" He Ping was a little curious about what the new thing Han Yuanchao was talking about.

"Look at this thing!"

Han Yuanchao took out a ticket from his pocket and handed it to He Ping.

He Ping took it over and took a look, it turned out to be a corporate bond, which is available now?
"Where did you get it?" He Ping asked.

"Fengcheng, there is an investment company over there, and there is a window dedicated to buying and selling this stuff, and they say there are still stocks. I didn't dare to buy it, so I bought a few of this thing, and I want to come back and ask you."

He Ping|Repeatedly checked this corporate bond, the face value is [-] yuan.

"How much did you buy?"

"Five hundred yuan. He Ping, is this thing risky?"

He Ping looked at the small bond in his hand, and said slowly: "Bonds have risks, but they are very low. This thing is just a long-term loan certificate. When the time comes, the company will return the principal with interest to the bondholder. For holding From a human point of view, it is a certificate to provide loans to the enterprise, reflecting the relationship between creditor's rights and debts. You can collect fixed interest from the company according to the regulations on the face of the paper, and the order of interest collection is also better than shareholder dividends. The priority is to recover the principal. Therefore, there is only one risk of bonds, that is, the failure of the company, and the principal may not be recovered.”

After listening to He Ping's explanation, Uncle Yuan Chao said "Oh", "Then I can rest assured."

(End of this chapter)