Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 145 I will scold you back in a while
Director Hong looked at the two directors, and suddenly thought of a question: "I hear what you mean... will everyone be rushing to ship the goods recently?"

"That's true," Deputy Director Dai nodded: "If each unit wants to continue to obtain sufficient industrial raw materials, it must first reduce the inventory to a reasonable position, especially some that have been backlogged for several years... Otherwise, "

"Otherwise, how about it?" Director Hong asked quickly.

"What can we do with you?" Director Yang of the Bureau of Light Industry smiled wryly: "However, if the higher-ups get stuck and refuse to approve your supply of raw materials, we still have no way to intervene."

After all, it is still under the control of the planned economy.

When Director Hong heard this, he became anxious: "What if the raw materials can't keep up? What about the products that sell well in the factory?"

"That's why I asked you to find a way quickly."

"..."

When sending the two directors out, Director Hong's pace was obviously half a beat slower.

"Go, bring me Yuan Jiefang from the business department," he said to his subordinates, "Let him put other things aside first."

Just when Hongxing Daily Chemical's director Hong started to form his troops.Cao, the director of Pujiang Daily Chemical, has entered the Pujiang Daily just one step ahead of him.

At this time, in the editor-in-chief's office of the newspaper, Wei Yuanxing and the director Cao who hurried over were sitting on two single sofas.

The two of you seem to have been chatting for a long time, and the lights in the editor-in-chief's office have been turned on for a while.

After pondering for a moment, Wei Yuanxing let out a puff of smoke leisurely: "This matter cannot be used in ordinary advertisements."

Director Cao nodded, and he also had the same thought: "We Pujiang Daily Chemical are regular customers of your newspaper, so you should pay more attention this time."

"Don't worry," Wei Yuanxing had already thought about it: "As soon as I go to work tomorrow morning, I will personally organize people from the advertising department to come to a meeting, and I will definitely help you think about an advertisement."

"It needs to be fast," Director Cao reminded, "I estimate that the soap in the whole city will be dumped recently."

"Don't worry," Wei Yuanxing was still very sophisticated: "I have a sense of proportion."

……

"Editor Jiang, Editor Jiang, Jiang Hai, Jiang Shan..."

There was a knock on the door in the small courtyard, and Yuan Jiefang rushed over after work.

"Here, Uncle Jiefang," Jiang Shan opened the door, "Look back."

The chubby Yuan Jiefang turned around and said, "Yeah, why did you move there?"

"The walls are being painted at home, and the parents have moved the children to the elder brother's place."

"I thought you were all out."

While talking, Yuan Jiefang had already walked into the house: "This house looks quite big, it must be 20 square meters?"

"18 square meters," Jiang Shan handed the other party a glass of water: "Why are you here again? The last time I gave away such a big bucket of pearl cream, my mother almost didn't carry it to the street to sell."

"Jiangshan, today I came to you for business."

Seeing Yuan Jiefang's serious expression, Jiang Shan also picked up the water glass: "What's the matter? Isn't the shampoo selling well!"

"It has nothing to do with it, take a good look at this," Yuan Jiefang said, and opened a small cardboard box.

Jiang Shan stretched out his head and looked: "Soap."

Unlike ordinary soaps that you see every day, the small box is full of colored translucent soaps.

Four colors of red, orange, purple and milky white.

Jiang Shan picked up a piece and smelled it: "Medical soap?"

"Yes," Yuan Jiefang also picked up one and introduced, "It's all medicated soap."

"What's the effect?"

"It is different from ordinary medicated soap." Yuan Jiefang explained: "The content is low, so the price is also cheap."

"how much is it?"

"Twenty-five cents," Yuan Jiefang thought for a while, and quickly added: "Twenty cents is fine, and it doesn't matter if you lose money."

Jiang Shan could see it: "Are you in a hurry to sell?"

Yuan Jiefang nodded vigorously: "The kind of soap that is very anxious, the factory has a total of more than 20 yuan."

"So many," Jiang Shan was quite surprised.

"It's been suppressed for many years," Yuan Jiefang sighed: "Someone from the Municipal Administration for Industry and Commerce said that the 27 soap factories in the city have to hurry up to ship their products. I guess it won't be easy for us to sell at a loss."

In the 6s and 70s, the scenes that many leaders liked to see most were the lively "competitions" and "competitions" in rural factories.

Technology competition, production competition... anyway, everything is worth comparing.

Such a result has created a beautiful virtual economic data item.

"Business at a loss is definitely not allowed," Jiang Shan said immediately upon hearing that there were so many soaps to be shipped in the city, "Uncle Jiefang, don't worry, I'll figure out a way."

"What else can I think of?" Yuan Jiefang now only believes in one way: "I came to find you, didn't I just ask your newspaper to advertise."

"Uncle Jiefang has made progress." Jiang Shan has not forgotten the beginning: "You didn't think so."

"It's not that I have improved, but that I have a long memory."

"Hehe," Jiang Shan refilled his glass of water with a smile: "Advertising is for sure, but you also said that there are so many soap factories in the city, I guess..."

"What do you mean?" Yuan Jiefang suddenly changed his face: "They will all go to advertise."

"Even if you don't advertise, you just said it yourself," Jiang Shan helped analyze: "Once he sells at a loss, your factory will be terrified."

After all, it's not yet the age of bad debts.

"Anyway, uncle will leave this matter to you," Yuan Jiefang put the soap on the ground: "Our factory manager Hong also said that we recommend that your newspaper publish it, and our factory is only responsible for paying the money."

Jiang Shan's eyes lit up, he hadn't heard this word for a long time.

Immediately said: "Leave it to me, what else do you worry about?"

When Yuan Jiefang got up to go out, Jiang He happened to be pushing a bicycle back.

Jiang He didn't talk much, and the two parties parted ways after a friendly greeting.

Afterwards, he asked lightly: "Are you sending cream again?"

Jiang Shan bent down to pick up a piece of orange soap and looked at it: "Here comes the soap."

Then the brothers went to wash their hands in the small kitchen together.

"How do you feel?" Jiang Shan asked in an interview.

Jiang He tried his best to wipe the soap: "It doesn't seem to have any strange smell."

"It's true," Jiang Shan felt, "Although it's not soap, it doesn't have the strange smell of ordinary soap."

"Yuan Jiefang and their daily chemical factory?"

"Well, it is said that there are more than 20 yuan."

"So much? Until when will I wash it?"

"I didn't let you wash alone."

Looking at the soap soaked in the enamel basin, it gradually revealed its translucence.

Jiang Shan suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "I know what to do."

Jiang He's first reaction was that the third child is going to stay up all night again tonight!
"Let's go," Jiang Shan quickly packed up: "Call Shang Jiang Chuan, let's go out and fill our stomachs first."

The darker the night, the stronger the wind, and when it was almost midnight, there was a drizzle outside the house.

It wasn't until this moment that Jiang Shan stood up and twisted his waist.

The window of a house on the left was suddenly pushed open. Li Ruocheng waved to him and said, "Hurry up and go to sleep!"

Jiang Shan clapped his hands together for the horn with a smile and said, "You still talk about me."

"I'm going to sleep now."

"same."

After a few minutes, the windows on both sides went dark.

The rain continued throughout the night, and when it was almost dawn, the wind and rain became even stronger.

In a daze, Jiang Shan suddenly heard his younger sister Jiang Chuan shouting outside the house: "Ruhua, why are you sitting here? When did you come..."

Jiang Shan and Jiang He opened their eyes at the same time.

There was a lot of furniture piled up in the room, and the two small beds of the brothers had to be pushed together.

"Second Brother," Jiang Shan put his hand on his forehead and asked in a daze, "Is there the sound of a knife handle outside?"

"I'll go out and have a look." Jiang He threw off the quilt and got out of bed.

At this time, Jiang Shan, who still didn't want to open his eyes, turned over and prepared to continue sleeping.

After a while, he felt someone patting his back.

"Third brother, wake up quickly."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Shan rubbed his face and tried to open his eyes.

"The father of Xiao Chuan's classmate passed away yesterday," Jiang He said quickly.

"What? How can you just leave?"

Now, Jiang Shan is fully awake.

He remembered that the little girl had a father who loved her very much.

"She said she had a quarrel with her mother and had a heart attack!"

"I'll go, the one in her family seems to be a stepmother?" Jiang Chuan mentioned to his family before.

Although I didn't elaborate at the time, this should be the meaning of what I muttered.

"I didn't ask too much about the specifics," Jiang He said while changing clothes, "Xiao Chuan will go back with her, I don't worry."

"I'll go too," Jiang Shan said even faster.

In just a few minutes, both brothers walked into Jiang Chuan's room.

It was picturesque for a while, and he had already changed into Jiang Chuan's dry clothes.

But the long black hair was still wet on his shoulders.

Holding his legs with both hands, he sat down on a small stool.

The ends of the eyes were flushed, and there were two lines of tears from time to time, silently sliding down the pale cheeks.

In Jiang Shan's eyes at this moment, the little girl is like a wet kitten.

It's still the kind that is miserable and no one wants it!
"Don't be afraid, Ruhua," Jiang Chuan stood aggressively in the middle of the room with his hips akimbo: "I'll scold you back in a moment, what kind of world is it now, I can't spare her."

Ying Ruhua didn't respond at all, the little girl shrank herself even more.

The chubby little face was visibly thinner.

His chin rested on his knees, and his little head gradually drooped.

Pa, a tear fell to the ground.

"Ruhua, you must be strong, you... woo woo woo," Jiang Chuan said, and he began to cry too.

Jiang He hugged the little girl: "Don't cry with the knife handle, if you want to scold anyone, the second brother will go with you."

At this moment, Jiang Shan also squatted down, and he called softly: "Picturesque,"

After a while, the little girl raised her head slowly, with a teardrop hanging on her long eyelashes: "Huh?"

Looking at Ying Ruhua's big moist eyes.

Jiang Shan's heart tugged.

"With Jiang Chuan here," Jiang Shan said slowly, "You don't have to be afraid of anything!"

"Well," the little girl responded softly, "I'm not afraid, I just... miss my father."

(End of this chapter)