Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 106 "Oriental Metropolis Daily"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hai, who was planning to stretch for another two days, was completely shocked.

"Is this car for the newspaper office?" Jiang Hai asked in surprise, "Why don't I know anything about it?"

Wei Yuanxing shook his head with a smile: "How could you know, I only found out about this when I received the transfer order."

Jiang Hai stood in front of the car with his lips pursed, and smiled wryly after a long time: "What a double blessing!"

Wei Yuanxing suddenly felt that Jiang Hai's description was very appropriate: "It's really double happiness."

Jiang Hai tried his best to hold back his cursing, but fortunately Jiang Shan reminded him repeatedly before going out.

Before the information in the desk is not brought out smoothly, you must show your spirit of sacrifice.

"If you ask me, I should have given you a car," Jiang Hai decided to fight: "After two more years of hard work, your three-bedroom apartment should also be mentioned."

At this moment, Wei Yuanxing felt more and more that he had misjudged Jiang Hai before:

"Xiaojiang, I always thought you were a scholar, but I didn't expect you to be talented as a leader. I will work hard in the future. I am so busy that this matter will not be yours in the future!"

Jiang Hai sighed: "Don't worry, the old leader, I will definitely do a good job!"

After that, amidst Wei Yuanxing's hearty laughter, Jiang Hai took the initiative to move his desk to the office of the Supplement Department.

Even the small office that Wei Yuanxing had already arranged had declined.

Jiang Hai has repeatedly emphasized: "Keep everything simple and devote yourself to work wholeheartedly!"

Wei Yuanxing didn't force it, and immediately hung up the signboard of "Advertising Business Subscription Office" on the door of the office Jiang Hai refused to quit.

Because this room happened to face the gate of the office building.

"Editor Jiang, you just came here just in time." Cai Wensheng quietly closed the door of the editorial department of the supplement.

Jiang Hai glanced at the closed door, nodded and said, "Before I came, he didn't make things difficult for you, did he?"

Cai Wensheng pursed his lips and smiled: "How is it possible...not embarrassing."

Jiang Hai also laughed, so he felt relieved: "It's okay, I just came back from the Propaganda Department."

"How to say?" Cai Wensheng quickly dragged a chair over: "You promised them?"

Jiang Hai glanced at the editor Ding Lingling at the opposite table.

Ding Lingling was also looking at him: "What do you see me doing, I'm with you."

Jiang Hai can't be fooled now: "That would be great, but I haven't agreed to that side yet, but I am very tempted. The conditions for the opening of the Propaganda Department are not bad!"

"I don't care," Ding Lingling continued to look down at the manuscript, "Anyway, you have to take me with you wherever you go, and Jiang Zhuangzhuang from the newsroom also said he would follow you."

Jiang Hai cursed silently at Cai Wensheng: What a big mouth.

Cai Wensheng smiled embarrassedly: "It's okay!" He still believed in these dear friends.

Similarly, Jiang Hai is also secretly looking for his own people.

……

At the Red Star Daily Chemical Factory, the time for lunch has passed, and Xiao Lin, the salesman, has not seen his master yet.

Worried, he went all the way to the warehouse.

Taking a closer look, it was still the case.

Xiao Lin hurriedly complained: "Master, why didn't you go to the cafeteria to eat?"

Yuan Kangmei, who was gnawing on a cold steamed bun, looked up: "You said you, why don't you stay in the business department, why do you keep running to me?"

Xiao Lin put a box of porridge in front of Yuan Kangmei: "What cold steamed buns do people with a bad stomach eat?"

After speaking, he glanced at Su Leng's warehouse: "It's really cold."

Yuan Kangmei picked up the hot porridge and took a sip: "Don't give it away next time!"

Xiao Lin did not agree: "Then you go to the cafeteria to eat."

"I don't have the face to see those workers," Yuan Kangmei was really flustered with embarrassment.

Xiao Lin looked at him: "So you asked the factory manager to transfer you here?"

"No," Yuan Kangmei said, "I'm going to the transportation team for three rounds, but Lao Hong won't let me."

Xiao Lin smiled and joked with the master: "Director Hong transferred you here just to disgust you!"

Yuan Kangmei couldn't figure it out: "What's the use of disgusting me, the shampoo should still be there!"

"Who asked you not to agree to advertise at that time?"

"Old stubborn," Yuan Kangmei shook her head: "I really admire that editor-in-chief Jiang, and none of what he told me back then was false!"

That day, Xiao Lin was also on the side: "It's true, but unfortunately no newspaper is willing to advertise now. They all say to wait, and I don't know how long it will take."

……

On January 1979, 1, 14 days after the advertisement was published in Pujiang Daily.

The "Wen Hui Bao" in Pujiang City published a thousand-character article "to rectify the name of the advertisement".

At the same time, "Renmin Daily" published "Pujiang City resumes commodity advertising business", "Talking about foreign advertisements", "Inspiration from an advertisement", "An advertisement saved a factory".

There are four consecutive articles a day, each of which is announcing the prelude to the commercial, which has officially opened.

This day was also the happiest day for Pujiang Daily, as it was finally able to officially accept advertising business.

"Xiao Jiang, did you see that "Renmin Daily" is praising our newspaper again."

Wei Yuanxing sat in his editor-in-chief office with a happy face.

So far, he has been calling the deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper Xiao Jiang.

Jiang Hai sat on the sofa beside him, looked at the newspaper in his hand, shook his head and laughed.

At this moment, I have to admit that I am really envious of the bonus period of "Pujiang Daily".

Wei Yuanxing suddenly thought of something, and his smiling face immediately turned cold.

He felt that he had to give Jiang Hai a warning: "By the way, there is something I want to remind you."

Seeing the other party's suddenly serious expression, Jiang Hai asked, "What's the matter?"

Wei Yuanxing tapped the table with his fingers, ready to knock Jiang Hai: "You have a younger brother named Jiang Shan, right? It's been a long time since I came back to work, it's too shameful."

Jiang Hai didn't expect this to happen: "Comrade Jiang Shan was seconded by the TV station for a period of time, and the secondment procedures are the same."

"If I wanted to be there at the time, I would never have agreed." Wei Yuanxing raised his eyebrows: "He is a small delivery man, what can he do on a TV station?"

Jiang Hai looked at the other party in surprise, who told you not to be there at that time: "You have to ask the director of the TV station, he personally issued the transfer order."

Wei Yuanxing twitched the corners of his lips and smiled slightly: "I don't care what the reason was before, but now... this Comrade Jiangshan must return to his post as soon as possible."

Jiang Hai also curled his lips and laughed.

Just as the two of them were curling their lips, the phone in the editor-in-chief's office rang.

Coincidentally, a staff member of the Municipal Propaganda Department walked into the editor-in-chief's office accompanied by a newspaper editor.

After all the formalities were handed over, Wei Yuanxing leaned back on his office chair with a cold face.

He still held a staff transfer notice in his hand: "Xiao Jiang, who do you think you have offended? We are such a good unit, and the Propaganda Department actually transferred you out."

Jiang Hai finally waited for this day: "I don't know about the organization, anyway, just obey the transfer order."

At this time, Wei Yuanxing didn't care about the transfer order at all.

Starting today, the newspaper office can officially accept advertising business.

Judging from the consultation calls we usually receive, the recent advertising business volume of "Pujiang Daily" can be arranged for three months.

However, Jiang Hai's "betrayal" is what makes him most unhappy: "You, you are still too young, and you won't regret it if you don't go out and get bloody."

At this moment, Jiang Hai had already stood up from the sofa: "It doesn't matter, fortunately I'm still young."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Hai turned around and was about to leave. Before going out, he took another look at the gray fabric sofa.

It's a pity, this is the third child's favorite seat, in the future, I must buy a better one.

"Heh," Wei Yuanxing grinned and turned to look out the window.

After so many years, he saw that there are still few lonely and brave young people: "Huh? Where did those two pots of spider plants go?"

Only then did Editor-in-Chief Wei realize that there were only two thin cakes of soil left on the window sill.

Under the same sky in Pujiang City, although it is already cold winter.

However, the three-story building of Anfu Street Primary School, which had been vacant for a long time, became lively.

Jiang Hai stood in a classroom on the first floor with more than a dozen pioneers: "Comrades have worked hard in the past few days."

Cai Wensheng nodded and said with a smile, "Working there during the day and cleaning here at night is really hard work."

Several staff members who came together laughed, and this is where they will take root in the future.

Jiang Hai walked to the concierge, Master Lu, and thanked him: "Master Lu, you are amazing. Where did you find the decoration workers? The work is fast and good."

Master Lu felt that none of this would trouble him: "Isn't it just painting a wall and turning on a lamp? No matter how young I am, I don't have to bother them!"

"Ha ha," said it lightly, Jiang Hai knew he must have put a lot of thought into it: "I'm the happiest you can come with me."

Master Lu was also very happy. Anyway, the salary is the same: "We have already agreed that the newspaper office will provide a TV for the reception room."

News editor Jiang Zhuangzhuang smiled and shouted from the side: "Don't worry, I will testify."

In the three-story office building of Oriental Metropolis Daily, there are not many staff members in total. In addition to the dozen or so employees of the previous "Children's Weekly", it is less than one-third of the original "Pujiang Daily".

However, Jiang Hai already felt that it could be operated, and he only needed to recruit some printing workers.

He glanced at Jiangshan standing in the crowd.

Today, the third child is also an official editor of "Oriental Metropolis Daily".

"The next month," Jiang Hai began to race against time, "is the most critical month for our "Oriental Metropolis Daily".

In the past few days, everyone has become familiar with it. I hope that you can overcome the difficulties in front of you and cooperate with each other...to jointly create a satisfactory first issue of "Oriental Metropolis Daily"! "

After the round of applause, the founding members of Oriental Metropolis Daily immediately started working.

In the afternoon, the employees assigned to the newspaper office by the Propaganda Department will also arrive at their posts one after another. During this period, there are a large number of unemployed young people waiting to be arranged for work.

In addition to being responsible for her own work, editor Ding Lingling has to spare time to train newcomers.

Many times, Comrade Jiang Hai, the editor-in-chief and president of the company, will also come and talk about it.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, except for the start-up capital that is gradually decreasing on the books.

(End of this chapter)