Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 46 Post Office Big Brother

Similarly, the old editor holding the abacus is also thinking about it in his heart.

This little comrade in front of him seems to be more sophisticated than his own editor-in-chief.

Afterwards, this seasoned little comrade and editor-in-chief Jiang Hai escorted tonight's editor-in-chief,
The finalized version of the "Pujiang Daily", which is full of the atmosphere of the times and contains private goods, was sent to the hands of the printers.

Jiang Hai's face was sullen, and his eyes did not shift for a moment, staring at the final draft.

The master plate maker was stared at by the editor-in-chief, and immediately realized that he could no longer play cards in the workshop.

Watching the back of the master walking into the workshop, Jiang Hai finally let out a long breath.

Muttered: "The ice of Pujiang Daily has cracked."

With a puff, Jiang Shan beside him laughed out loud, "It's so sour!"

The boss, who was obviously stronger than Jiangshan, put his arm on the shoulder of the third child: "Who the hell taught me this sour talk?"

Jiang Shan solemnly reminded: "Pay attention to quality and occasion."

Jiang Hai suppressed his laughter and said, "Here, your brother has the final say!"

"Speak louder."

Jiang Shan's voice chased after the elder brother's leaving figure, and suddenly felt that it would be nice to have a relationship with him.

……

In the early morning of the next day, the shipping workshop finally handed over the last batch of "Pujiang Daily".

Master Ma picked up the big abacus on the table and shook it, without looking at it, he stretched out his hand and hung it on the nail on the wall.

Turning around, he was looking for Jiang Shan, but found that he was chatting with a few postmen outside.

A few minutes later, Jiang Shan watched the green bicycles loaded with "Pujiang Daily".

The situation I just learned is exactly the same as the previous life.

In this day and age, the delivery and payment of any newspapers and magazines are in the hands of the postal boss.

Newspaper subscriptions in dormitory buildings are only available on the first floor, not on the second floor or above.

Places with few subscriptions will not send it, those who go out of the city will not get it on the same day, and those who go out of the suburbs will get it for three to five days...

Subscription fees must be paid annually and there are no other options.

However, the annual subscription fee is transferred to the newspaper office on a monthly basis, and there are no other options.

"Pujiang Daily", with a daily circulation of about 2 copies, is priced at 0.6 cents per copy, and the post office directly deducts a distribution fee of [-] cents per copy.

"Domineering,"

Jiang Shan shook his head and had to give in.

He knew in his heart that such a domineering treaty would not help the expansion of the newspaper.

But in reality, this situation will continue until the late 80s.

On the path leading to the gate of the printing factory, Jiang Shan's footsteps were fast, and he was really hungry at this moment.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate, he saw a brand new Phoenix bicycle passing by him.

When he saw Jiangshan, he rang a series of car bells.

Jiang Shan immediately shouted to "Phoenix", "Comrade, remember to buy "Pujiang Daily" later."

A few minutes later, Jiang Shan was standing in the state-owned snack bar with a happy face.

When the waitress who had known him for a long time saw him, she immediately smiled and asked enthusiastically: "Is it white paste or fried dough sticks?"

"Today is a good day,"

Comrade Jiang Shan pushed two big lunch boxes forward: "Add a bowl of small ravioli stew."

"okay!"

"Remember to buy Pujiang Daily."

When leaving, Jiang Shan still did not forget to remind him.

Compared with Jiangshan, which is in a good mood, the fourth workshop of Pujiang Garment Factory No. [-] has a different atmosphere.

The 24 employees, including Jiang Xiangnan, had long lost the smiling faces of the previous few days.

At this moment, the enthusiasm for facing his own work also disappeared.

Jiang Xiangnan looked wary at the moment.

While wearing the sleeves, he reminded loudly: "Concentrate on working hours and pay attention to safe production."

No matter how small the fourth workshop is, it is still a director.

Under his reminder, most of the female workers also began to cheer up.

The idea of ​​finding a relationship and transferring to another workshop came up unconsciously.

Compared with other garment workshops that work in three shifts and work intensively at night.

The fourth workshop can be counted as the second garment factory, the workshop with the least number of orders.

Usually only take some small orders for unit work clothes and student school uniforms.

It is not at the same level as a large workshop with a daily output of thousands.

So, let alone bonuses, just listening to the overtime pay of other workshops is enough for them to envy.

A workshop veteran like Jiang Xiangnan, how could he not know what they were thinking?
He was walking unhurriedly in the aisle at the moment.

That is to inspect the machine and check the people's sentiments.

"Ladies and gentlemen, stay in the No. [-] workshop steadfastly."

"Since the great era can nurture them, I will never forget you..."

Jiang Xiangnan walked and persuaded, and made a tour of it, and he became more at ease.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard an ouch.

He yelled inwardly that he was not good, and when he turned around, he saw only a bloody piece.

"Tie it up, tie it up,"

Jiang Xiangnan trotted over to take a look:
"Xiao Huihui, why is it you again?"

Ever since this girl came to Workshop No. [-], Jiang Xiangnan almost forgot what the "Mobile Red Flag of Safety Production" looked like.

Looking at the crying girl covering her fingers, he sighed and asked, "How many pricks this time?"

"Up to two strokes,"

The eldest sister who was in the same machine group as Xiao Huihui hurriedly said:
"Don't worry, Director. As soon as she called out, I stepped on the brakes. It looked scary, but there wasn't much blood left."

"It's called not flowing much, ah~"

After hearing this, Xiao Huihui burst into tears.

"Tell me, are you stupid? How many holes have been pierced in this hand, and every time I still don't know how to let go."

"I'm scared and stupid, ah~"

Jiang Xiangnan rubbed the sweat from his forehead: "Okay, okay, let's take her to the infirmary."

"Ah~"

Xiao Huihui refused to move even a single step, and the more she cried, the more sad she became:
"Two days ago, in order to buy a watch or a bicycle first, I discussed with my lover all night, and now... nothing..."

The enthusiasm that Director Jiang finally mobilized was completely lost by her howl!

Alas, Director Jiang sighed and looked out the window silently.

At this moment, the seat that the third child welded to him seemed to be loose again.

……

In the middle of October, the autumn wind in Pujiang City is still warm.

Nearly [-] newsstands in the city put the "Pujiang Daily" at the back as always.

Comparing the other famous "Wenhuibao" and "Jiefang Daily"...

The "Pujiang Daily" of a small family and a small business is indeed a bit out of reach.

The master who guards the newsstand still sells newspapers while reading them.

It's still early before the peak period for buying newspapers.

"Comrade, give me a copy of Pujiang Daily."

"The little girl is quite special." The master pulled out a morning newspaper from the bottom: "I like to read Pujiang Daily."

"Two points, right?" The young girl was so anxious that she refused to say a word.

"Correct."

Just as the master threw the money into the cash box, another sound came from outside:
"Master, bring me two copies of Pujiang Daily!"

(End of this chapter)