Chapter 167: A Benevolent Person Cannot Lead an Army, and a Righteous Person Cannot Do Business (Presenting the Chapter with Both Hands, to Apologize to All the Readers)

Director Jiang said a few words to the factory workshop, which made every employee in the workshop work harder.

In their opinion, the young man standing outside the window has really trained them into all-round talents who can produce and sell.

The director said, if that's the case, why do we need outsiders to get involved?

It's better for everyone to do it themselves!

It wouldn't be more fun to take all the profits!

In the future, we can produce as many production tasks as we want.

The more we produce, the more benefits the factory will have.

Relying on these plastic toys in cartoons, their Jiangning Toy Factory will surely embark on a road of rapid rise.

Jiangshan and Jianghe looked at Director Jiang at the same time.

This little momentum is taken, and I really underestimated him in the past.

"Leaders have different minds," Jiangshan winked at his second brother: "In this case, we won't delay everyone from making money."

Director Jiang smiled slightly, without even looking at Jiangshan.

He must keep smiling at this time, and must not let the other party see the little bit of guilt he has left.

The charm of those big black ten-cent bills has long surpassed the kindness Jiang Shan had shown to the factory.

Seeing that the factory director did not respond, Accountant Chen smiled and said, "Manager Jiang, I'll see you two out."

"No need to bother," Jiang Shan held the bag tightly in his hand, "We know where the gate is."

"Well, I still have to see you off."

When Comrade Jiang Shan walked out of the gate of Jiangning Toy Factory again, he couldn't help but think of the first time he came here.

The simple and warm welcome scene is still vivid in his mind.

On the way to the bank, he couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder township enterprises are developing so fast."

"What do you mean?" Jiang He turned around and asked.

"Look, Director Jiang can implement an idea immediately. If it were a factory in the city, it would take half a year just to hold meetings and go through procedures."

"From what you said, Director Jiang and his team are right?"

"A man of benevolence cannot lead an army, and a man of justice cannot be a businessman," Jiang Shan glanced at the bank not far away: "No one can tell whether it is right or wrong."

"Anyway, I don't like this man."

"I don't like him now either."

"I don't want to see him make money."

"Haha," Jiang Shan looked at his second brother and suddenly thought he was a little cute:

"It's not that easy for him to make money, just these plastic toys with low technical content? Ha, it's hard to say!"

At the beginning, when Jiang Shan saw the same backlog of colored soap outside the cinema in Yanjing, he immediately thought of quickly closing the plastic toy business.

Who doesn't know how to copy homework?

When Director Jiang thought he was smart, it was estimated that smart people were already queuing on the road.

"Let's go," Jiang Shan quickened his pace: "Deposit the money first."

"Okay."

The People's Bank of China in this era had neither computers nor ATMs.

There were several large notices and slogans on the wall, and the crowd was lying on the high counter.

Several female employees wearing protective sleeves were picking up abacus beads at the counter with a serious face.

However, unlike before, the female employees this time actually had professional rhetoric:

"Hello comrade, now there are three-year and five-year fixed deposits to choose from. If you choose a three-year fixed deposit, you can..."

Blah blah, so on.

When they walked out of the bank door later, Jiangshan and Jianghe still had a phantom echo in their ears.

"What did I say that day?" Jiangshan remembered the conversation with his second brother before: "The bank has also started to move."

"Really," Jianghe also remembered: "It sounds good."

At this time, Jiangshan thought of the treasury bonds in the future: "It will be even more amazing in two years."

"How do you know?"

"...This is just my hope."

In this era, most of the time is spent on the road!

Fortunately, Taicang is not far from Pujiang. When the two brothers rushed back to Anhe Street, the sun was not willing to set completely.

Comrade Jiangshan was covered in dust and sweat.

The light blue Dacron shirt on his body was almost transparent.

You could see the sailor shirt and sweat vest inside at a glance.

It was very uncomfortable to wear, but he had to wear it, otherwise he would definitely be exposed.

He just wanted to rush into the courtyard and pour a basin of cold water on his head, but unfortunately there were two female students living there.

"Jiangshan,"

Suddenly, a familiar voice appeared at the gate of No. 51 with a familiar figure.

"Zhang Lu," Jiangshan wiped the sweat from his forehead after seeing who was coming: "How did you find my house?"

At this moment, Zhang Lu was also sweating profusely: "It's too hot today, Gutai asked me to bring you some good things."

"Quick," Jiangshan hurriedly called inside: "Please come in."

"I've been in there several times," Zhang Lu approached Jiangshan and smiled: "The driver and I have just carried the things into the house for you."

"I said that the car on the side of the road looked familiar, it turned out to be from the TV station!"

"Please take a good look when you go back," Zhang Lu reminded him: "The outside of the box is well marked, four for our TV station, two for Yanjing TV station."

Before coming, Gutai repeatedly told Comrade Jiang to make sure that he could tell the difference at a glance.

"There are also Yanjing TV stations?" Jiangshan really didn't expect it.

"All, all," Zhang Lu patted Jiangshan's shoulder, eyes full of envy: "Go home and take a look, I'm going back first..."

Looking at Zhang Lu's mysterious expression, Jiang Shan and Jiang He threw their arms and rushed home.

At this time, the crowd in the courtyard was still reluctant to disperse.

Turning around and seeing Jiang He with a cold face, they slowly dispersed.

Before leaving, they didn't forget to ask a few curious questions.

"Old Third, where did you send these things?"

"That's right, a lot of household appliances, how much do they cost?"

"Can your family use up all these electric fans? How about giving me one?"

Li Ruocheng, who was holding a large cattail leaf fan, said with a sullen face: "I've said it many times, these are all collected by the Jiang family from everywhere."

"Three children earn money together," Li Huaiying also said: "What's the point of asking about buying a few household appliances, go home and prepare meals."

As the neighbors gradually dispersed, Jiang Shan could see clearly the several large cardboard boxes piled in the middle of the courtyard.

"Wow,"

"Oh my God," even Jiang He, who had never had any emotional fluctuations, was surprised.

"Don't talk nonsense," Li Ruocheng waved his fan, "Let's move back to the house first."

"Hey!"

Jiang Chuan and Ying Ruhua, who were standing there in a daze, also hurried forward to get busy.

When everything was settled, they saw that several large cardboard boxes had been moved into the old Jiang's house.

The people standing around were all surprised.

Jiang Shan stepped forward and took a closer look: "Yanjing TV has one electric fan and one tape recorder, Pujiang TV has... two electric fans and two tape recorders."

The further he went, the more broken his voice became.

Li Ruocheng looked at it and laughed: "Everyone says that our Pujiang is stingy, but I don't think so!"

Li Huaiying nodded immediately: "That's right."

"Brother," Jiang Chuan had already laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth: "Can you give me a tape recorder?"

"Do you like it?"

"Of course I like it."

"Pick one if you like it!"

"Thank you, brother, you are the best."

Jiang Chuan and Ying Ruhua looked at each other, both of them were smiling.

Li Ruocheng patted Jiangshan on the shoulder. He was finally enlightened today.

The old man hadn't seen such a generous material reward for many years: "Jiang Laosan, you are really great."

Li Huaiying also smiled: "Laosan, you are getting more and more promising."

Seeing other children dividing the spoils, the two old men retreated tactfully.

"Uncle Li," Jiangshan raised his hand and pointed: "What do you like? You pick one!"

"This kid," Li Huaiying quickly patted Jiangshan's hand: "You don't know how to protect the property you have saved with great difficulty."

"Hey!" Jiangshan felt warm in his heart.

"Listen to your aunt," Li Ruocheng glared at Jiangshan: "You can't say this in front of outsiders, there is still a long way to go in the future!"

"I'm not telling you..."

"Tsk," Uncle Li raised his eyebrows.

"I'll listen to you. I'll protect you from now on."

The sky gradually darkened. After the sound of two families splashing water in the courtyard, the summer heat was really cooled down.

Ying Ruhua, sitting at the desk, ate a watermelon while staring at the note on the wall.

Over time, the area covered by the note became larger and larger.

Whether the people in this room were watching a movie or reading a novel...

Notes with one or two words of encouragement would appear on this wall on time every day.

"You are only in this world, be positive and optimistic."

"You are still young, don't settle for less."

"Are you daydreaming? It's time to wake up."

"My little brother seems to know what we are doing."

After reading a few sentences on the wall, Jiangchuan smiled and curled his lips: "Ruhua, we will know the test results tomorrow, are you nervous?"

Ying Ruhua held her head with both hands and continued to be in a daze: "The words are so beautiful."

"What words?" Jiangchuan put his hands on Ruhua's shoulders: "Ask you if you are nervous?"

"What are you nervous about?" Ying Ruhua blinked: "I won't pass the exam anyway."

"That's right."

"Look at this sentence," Ruhua pointed to one of the notes: "Why can I bear the hardships of life, but not the hardships of studying."

"..."

"I live too comfortably in your house," Ruhua looked up at Jiangchuan behind her: "I almost forgot what my father said before he left."

"Ruhua..." Jiangchuan hugged Ruhua's shoulders tightly.

"Xiaohua," Ying Ruhua imitated her father's tone: "Study hard, you can only rely on yourself in the future."

"You have learned it quite well."

"Hehe," Ruhua also felt so, and smiled innocently: "Fortunately, I haven't forgotten it yet."

Jiangshan stood outside the door, with a hand hanging on the door.

I always feel that this girl always uses the most cheerful tone to say the saddest words.

After a while, he finally turned back.

At this moment, Ying Ruhua in the room was facing the notes on the wall, learning one stroke at a time.

"Are you really going to practice it?"

Jiangchuan looked at the little brother's handwriting, and then looked down at Ruhua's serious look: "My little brother's handwriting is not so easy to learn."

"It doesn't matter, I will be satisfied if I can learn half of it."

Before them, Jiang Hai had discovered this.

When he first saw the masterpiece on the wall, he felt that the neat pen handwriting of the third child was much more beautiful than the usual sloppy handwriting.

Gradually, every time I came to copy, I began to learn every stroke.

The building of Oriental Metropolis Newspaper was originally converted from a primary school.

Therefore, the newspaper office has an unusual feature.

Two offices separated from one classroom must have a large wall of blackboards.

At this moment, Jiang Shan was standing in front of the blackboard waving the chalk in his hand.

"Increase brand awareness, quickly explore new markets, quickly digest inventory, and quickly withdraw funds."

Jiang Zhuangzhuang read a few big characters and said, "Boss, is this the main task of our department in the future?"

"That's right," Jiang Shan said as he wrote, "These words are not only for us to read, but also for our customers." "

As early as in Yanjing, Jiangshan had this plan.

As the saying goes, shout for yourself first, and then advertise to others.

"I haven't been at home these days. Are you practicing on those advertising fonts?"

"That's natural," Ding Lingling raised the manuscript paper in her hand: "Look at me, now even normal manuscripts have advertising fonts."

"That's great." Jiang Shan thought it was not a bad thing: "Whenever you make a move in the future, others will know that you are advertising people."

"Haha, it's true."

"Boss, please teach us more."

"Okay," Jiang Shan thought about it carefully: "I will teach you the composition of some advertising posters later."

"anything else?"

"besides……"

"What are you talking about? So happy."

While they were chatting happily inside, the voice of editor-in-chief Jiang Hai came in from outside.

The three of them looked around and saw Director Zhang of the Municipal Propaganda Department, accompanied by Comrade Jiang Hai, walking in with a smile.

"Director Zhang," Jiang Shan hurriedly greeted him: "Why are you free to visit our newspaper office today?"

Whether it is the approval of the newspaper's start-up funds or the subsequent increase in news indicators.

This chapter's support for "Oriental Metropolis Daily" has always been visible to the naked eye.

"Chief Jiang," Director Zhang said with a smile, "Since the birth and family planning propaganda work, we haven't seen each other for a while!"

"Isn't that right?" Jiang Shan personally made a cup of tea for the leader: "Are you still satisfied with the last family planning slogan?"

"Originally, I was really satisfied with it," said Zhang Chu, who was still unforgettable:

"Later, after I saw the propaganda slogans of other provinces and cities, the words were not too...if you are interested, you can go and find out more."

"Oh?" Jiang Shan knew that he was lagging behind: "It seems that I didn't give you a face last time. The main problem is..."

He turned back and glanced at the other two: "Our department is full of young people, not even married yet, and they have little experience in childbirth."

"That's true," Zhang Chu nodded. It seemed that professional matters had to be left to professionals:

"Then...I wonder if you have any experience in this matter?"

Jiang Shan looked sincere: "If you have anything to do, just ask."

Jiang Hai also chimed in: "Don't worry, Zhang Chu. Apart from having little experience in childbirth, our Section Chief Jiang is quite good at other things."