Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 404: The Conspiracy of the Travelers
In August 1979, the state issued the "Decision on Several Issues Concerning Vigorously Developing Foreign Trade and Increasing Foreign Exchange Income."

Since then, this regulation has been improved many times, and the number of departments involved in cooperating has continued to increase.

In May 1980, Secretary Jiang of the Ministry of Machinery left his old leader Rao Bin and was transferred to the Import and Export Administration Committee.

Next, the import and export study group led by him will visit more than 10 countries and regions for an inspection period of about 40 days.

In order to broaden horizons, understand the international economic development situation, increase introduction, and rationally utilize the experience and confidence of the opening of the international market.

After the group of comrades returned from their visit, the name of the development zone in the south was further refined:

For example: export processing zone, free trade zone, free port...

All of this is just to achieve foreign exchange conversion as quickly as possible.

……

At this moment, not only the comrades who are traveling abroad, but also the comrades in the country are not idle.

At this moment, the leader of the Ministry of Foreign Trade, who had just got off the plane, had walked into the Phoenix Bicycle Factory accompanied by several comrades from the Pujiang Light Industry Bureau.

"We have recently placed the same advertisement in some cities in Italy,"

The director of the Phoenix factory kept introducing the factory: "Based on the feedback so far, the advertising effect is no worse than that in New York."

"Very good," Li Qiang nodded: "With this breakthrough, your next task is..."

As they walked along, they looked at the thriving scenes in the large state-owned factories, which made anyone feel comfortable.

After visiting two factories with outstanding achievements, the comrades from the Ministry of Foreign Trade came to the Tongyi Match Factory.

It was not until this time that Li Qiang got together with Xu Muchun from the Light Industry Bureau.

"I heard that this factory is so busy fulfilling its export orders that it has to ask other match factories in the city for supplies?"

"It can't be completed. It can't be completed at all," Deputy Director Xu laughed.

"Fortunately, the price of exported matches is not low, so it is not a problem to get some goods from other manufacturers to meet the emergency needs."

Since the full series of advertisements for Wishing Matches were broadcast, overseas orders poured in like snowflakes, forcing Xu Muchun to drive his car directly into major match factories in Pujiang.

"During this period, your bureau's export trade work has been very good,"

Li Qiang kept moving forward: "I brought my comrades to Pujiang this time just to learn from you."

"Please don't say that," said Deputy Director Xu, who was walking with the leader. "We are also learning and exploring as we go along. We are crossing the river by feeling the stones."

"Comrade Muchun, it's good," Li Qiang looked at him and smiled, "After all, the results are there. After reading your bureau's report card..."

No matter when or where, model students always get more good faces.

Compared with several other local leaders, Li Qiang's attitude towards Xu Muchun was obviously much more friendly.

You have to accept this no matter how reluctant you are.

The comrades who were accompanying us all knew it, from White Rabbit milk candy and White Cat laundry detergent to China pencils and Uni-President matches.

Pujiang's light industry and foreign trade achievements are not something that anyone can achieve.

……

Courtyard at No. 51 Anhe Street.

Jiangshan, who was lying on the bed, wrote a horizontal banner for two high school students yesterday, which read "The future is uncertain, you and I are both dark horses."

Today, after the alarm clock rang, I got up and worked like a horse.

After simply eating two bowls of rice, Jiangshan went out with his bag.

In order to provide some real pictures for the news that was about to be completed, Jiangshan rode his bicycle all the way to Li Bai's former residence at No. 107 Huangdu Road.

After taking two photos from far to near, we continued to our next destination - No. 380 Weihai Road.

"Uncle,"

Holding up the camera and looking at the big door with steps in the lens, Jiangshan called out to an old comrade at the gate:

"Please move aside. I'll just take two photos."

"Photograph?"

An old comrade standing under a door sign looked around and asked, "What's there to take pictures of here?"

"What is that?"

Jiangshan looked at his uncle's age and decided to tell him the truth:
"You may not know, old man, that No. 380 Weihai Road used to be a radio company."

"I know that."

"Then did you know that this radio company is actually an underground liaison station of our party?"

"Oh?"

Looking at the clean-cut young man in front of him, Li Qiang stepped aside.

The original purpose was to revisit the old place and pay tribute to my old comrades.

I didn't expect that the past that I thought no one knew about would be brought up so easily.

Seeing Jiangshan holding the camera and gesturing seriously, Li Qiang, with his hands behind his back, suddenly became interested:
"Little comrade, if it's convenient, could you take a picture for me?"

"no problem,"

Jiang Shan immediately changed his target: "Where do you want to take the photo?"

"Right here," Li Qiang stood back at the gate of No. 380, "It's better to take a picture of this gate as well."

"Okay,"

After clicking twice, Jiang Shan took out a small notebook from his bag and said, "Please leave me your address so I can send you the photos later."

After Li Qiang took the notebook, he and Jiang Shan sat down on the steps at the gate.

"Comrade, as far as I know, there are many underground organizations in Pujiang. Why did you choose to shoot this one?"

"To tell you the truth,"

Jiangshan fiddled with the Leica camera in his hand:
"Pujiang Dance Theater is choreographing a dance," he said, leaning towards the old man. "It's the same as 'The Eternal Wave', both of which are to pay tribute to the heroes."

Li Qiang paused while touching a cigarette: "Which hero are you saluting?"

"Li Bai," Jiang Shan pointed at No. 380 behind him, "an underground worker who once lurked in the heart of the enemy."

"It seems you know a lot. Which unit did you say you were from?"

"I'm a reporter for the Oriental Metropolis Daily," Jiang Shan said with a smile, "I usually like to hear stories about heroes."

"Then what else do you know?"

"..." Jiang Shan smiled without saying anything, preparing to finish his cigarette and leave: "Remember to read the newspaper later, it's all written there!"

Seeing that the other party was keeping it a secret, Li Qiang also smiled: "Since you want to write, just write more..."

Jiangshan, who originally just wanted to smoke a cigarette and leave, quietly opened a notebook after listening to the other party's golden chapter.

After writing down several pages with great effort, Jiangshan felt that he could write another "Insidious 2".

“So,” Li Qiang concluded, “‘The Eternal Wave’ is not only to commemorate Li Bai, but also to commemorate a group of Shanghai underground workers who fell before dawn.

Do you know that among the 90 martyrs who were executed by firing squad just 12 hours before liberation, there were three students taught by Li Qiang..."

"Who are you? Are you Comrade Tu Zuochao?"

Jiangshan was no fool. He looked up and down at the old comrade in front of him and told the name of a survivor.

Li Qiang smiled: "Comrade Tu Zuochao's code name is Carpenter. He is the smartest student I have ever taught."

"...?"

Jiang Shan felt struck by lightning for the first time after traveling here for more than two years: "Are you his teacher? Isn't his teacher Li Qiang?"

"Hmm~" Li Qiang nodded slowly.

"Are you from the Foreign Trade Department...?"

"Hmm~"

"Hello, Chief," Jiang Shan suddenly stood up and said, "Excuse me..."

"Forgive you for what?" Li Qiang asked, "What did you do wrong?"

"I?"

"Not only did you do nothing wrong," Li Qiang said, "I have to thank you very much. Thank you for remembering them and thinking of telling everyone their story..."

The old man's voice gradually choked up, and Jiangshan slowly sat back on the steps.

Many years ago, in this house behind them.

Comrade Li Qiang, the shopkeeper, led his group of "guys" to build an aerial bridge with Yan'an.

"I didn't realize it," Li Qiang looked at the obedient Jiang Shan and said, "You can dance?"

"Choirography," Jiang Shan did not dare to lie to his leader: "It's not dancing."

"That's not easy. You, a reporter, can join a troupe to choreograph."

As they talked about this, Li Qiang suddenly thought of something: "By the way, which newspaper did you say you worked for?" "Dongfang Metropolis Daily, have you heard of it?"

"No, I just heard about it a few days ago," Li Qiang asked, "Is there a comrade named Jiang... Jiangshan in your unit?"

"I am Jiangshan." Jiangshan immediately smiled.

"What?" It was Li Qiang's turn to be surprised: "After all this talk, you are Jiang Shan?"

"Hmm~"

"The Jiang Shan who filmed the commercial in the Forbidden City?"

"Hmm~"

"Did you also arrange the prize-giving promotion for Happy Cola?"

"That's all I have achieved, but I didn't expect the organization would still keep it in mind."

"oh,"

This time Li Qiang believed it: "He is a smart person who doesn't show off and doesn't seek credit."

Who of us is smarter?
Jiang Shan shouted in his heart. He only wanted to know one thing at this moment:

"Commander, I heard that you once made a fortune in gold in the early 70s and earned more than $30 billion in one go?"

"Sounds exciting, right?"

Li Qiang smiled. His battle had been widely reported by overseas media, so he would talk about it now:
"In fact, what we earned was not US dollars, but more than 160 tons of gold."

Hearing this, Jiang Shan's first feeling was: time travel? "Why did you make such an accurate judgment at that time?"

In theory, even if there is certain data support, you wouldn't dare to go all in.

"In 73, I studied all the international news collected by the International Liaison Department of the CPC Central Committee,"

Li Qiang didn't want to hide it at all:

“Based on the trading frequency of gold mutual funds on the London Stock Exchange,
There are also nine inquiries from the U.S. Congress to the Treasury Department. I believe the monetary system is about to collapse.

Therefore, we quickly exchanged our foreign exchange for gold and successfully carried out a gold bargain hunting. "

Before leaving, I heard a lot of Jiang Shan's heroic deeds from Lu Xuzhang.

Li Qiang, who had a purpose in mind, decided to lower his guard and have a good chat with Jiangshan.

"Everyone says I'm brave," Jiang Shan said frankly, "I think you're braver than me."

"Hahaha,"

Li Qiang said: "You are really brave to come up with the idea of ​​sales with prizes.

But Happy Cola is quite courageous and actually dares to follow your method."

"The leadership team of Happy Cola is good at business," Jiang Shan said, "To be honest, since we accepted the Happy Cola advertisement, our newspaper has never stopped selling Happy Cola."

"Yeah, they're on par with Coca-Cola in that respect."

"Your company has never run out of Coke?"

"You want to know?"

"It's okay not to say anything."

“You little boy,” Li Qiang laughed, “To be honest, Coca-Cola is more generous than Happy Cola.

In 72, they set up an office in Yanjing.

Although we have not agreed for many years, they have continued to deliver their soda.

Two years ago, a comrade from COFCO accidentally learned that the ingredient list of Coca-Cola includes several traditional Chinese medicines: cinnamon oil, licorice, and cinnamon bark.

Even during the freezing period between the two countries, Coca-Cola Company still found ways to purchase cinnamon oil from my country through various channels.

The order volume is extremely large.

Only after I knew these circumstances did I allow the comrades from COFCO to sit down and talk with them.”

Finally, on the same floor of the Yanjing Hotel.

In one room, matters related to the establishment of diplomatic relations between China and the United States were being discussed, while in another room, a contract for Coca-Cola to move in was being signed.

"So that's how it is," Jiang Shan understood. "I always thought that the contract between COFCO and Coca-Cola was simply to provide employment for some unemployed young people, but I didn't expect that there was a series of industrial chains involved behind it."

"Comrade," Li Bu patted Jiang Shan on the shoulder, "Do you know what kind of promotional tactics Coca-Cola is using recently?"

"Can you tell me about it?"

"Although they have not been allowed to enter the RMB market, they have recently been putting boxes of Coke in Wangfujing and inviting people to drink as much as they want."

"Free drink?"

"More than that," Li Qiang continued, "In each box of Coke, only 23 bottles are real Coke, and the remaining one is actually a radio that looks like Coke."

"Nowadays, the world is so developed," Jiang Shan said, "Do we even have radios that look like Coke bottles?"

"What's so strange about this?" Li Qiang said, "It must be specially made for Coca-Cola."

"..." Jiang Shan had to admit: "They are willing to invest."

"Comrade Xiao Jiang,"

Li Qiang said at this time: "Why did you suddenly become a choreographer instead of doing advertising?"

"Sir, let me tell you the truth,"

Jiang Shan didn't dare to make a fool of himself in front of someone with such high IQ: "A while ago, I borrowed two actresses from Pujiang Dance Theater for a commercial..."

"Now they are looking for you?"

"That's right," Jiang Shan said, "so I helped them choreograph a dance with local characteristics."

Li Qiang pointed backwards and said, "It's a good opportunity to tell a story, right?"

"Not only this dance, I will also write a few reports about Li Bai and others," Jiang Shan raised the notebook in his hand:

"In addition, after hearing about this incident, the leaders of Pujiang TV also expressed that they would join the ranks of those who commemorate the martyrs."

"..."

The old man sitting on the stone steps was silent for a moment:
"Today, my purpose for coming here is the same. I always wanted to find some traces of the past, but... let's not talk about this.

In short, I am very pleased that you, a young comrade from a news organization, can have such an idea. "

"Actually, I have another purpose," Jiang Shan gritted his teeth.

"Our Chunfengdu company customized a batch of clothes a while ago. In order to sell these clothes smoothly, I plan to ask a few dancers to help advertise them."

"You want to hire them as models?" Li Bu has seen everything: "Your idea is very bold."

"If that doesn't work," Jiang Shan took a step back and said, "We can take some promotional photos."

According to Jiangshan’s plan, if he could recover a batch of funds before “Lush Mountain Love” is released in July.

Then the subsequent second batch of clothing customization can be seamlessly connected.

"I remember that one of your clothing factories in Pujiang already has a professional model performance team?"

"You are talking about the costume performance team of Pufu No. 1 Factory," Jiang Shan said, "They only perform internally at present."

The first public performance will not take place until early next year.

After that, things got out of control.

He sold out everywhere he went, he was definitely the most popular salesperson in the 80s.

"Moreover," Jiang Shan continued to speak from the bottom of his heart:
"Compared to them, professional actors have a much greater influence. Do you remember when bell-bottom pants became popular?"

"The Japanese movie 'The Chase',"

Li Qiang stared at Jiang Shan for a while and said, "So, your main task during this period is to dance and sell clothes?"

Jiang Shan chuckled: "Yeah."

“How long will it take to handle these things?”

"The National Dance Competition is on August 8st. As for the clothes," Jiang Shan thought for a moment, "as long as the momentum is building, we don't have to worry about it later."

Supply goods directly to the mall and you don’t have to worry about anything.

Stop selling after two or three waves, and leave the remaining soup to the followers.

At this moment, the "three-in-one" processing factories in the south are no joke.

"August 8st," Li Qiang thought for a moment, "the time is right."

"What did you say?" Jiang Shan: "When is a suitable time?"

"Don't worry about it for now,"

An old man and a young man sat on the stone steps:

"Let's talk about how to make your model show appear in the land of reform and opening up..."

(End of this chapter)