Chapter 171: The Eastern Boss's Letter of Request

"My name is Yu Minhong, and I am a college entrance examination failure... Tsk,"

After reciting the first sentence silently, Jiangshan was almost certain that this reader named Yu Minhong should be the future principal of Dongfang.

Interesting, after flicking the ash that was about to fall, Jiangshan continued to read:

[I am a college entrance examination failure, but not an ordinary failure, because this year is my second time to take the college entrance examination.

My ideal is to be a people's teacher. After taking the college entrance examination for the first time in 1978, my English score was only 33 points, and the English admission score of Changshu Teachers College I applied for was 38 points.

This year, although my English score has increased to 55 points, the English admission score of Changshu Teachers College has increased to 60 points...

When I thought about the English that I could not catch up with no matter how hard I tried, I even gave up the idea of ​​continuing to take the college entrance examination.

Until I saw the "Everyday English Corner" column in the "Oriental Metropolis Daily", I found that the Chinese and English novels and grammar analysis in it were simply written specifically for us college entrance examination candidates.

Unfortunately, I only have a few copies of Oriental Metropolis Daily. If possible, I would like to go to the newspaper office and copy down all the previous topics...

Looking forward to your reply! 】

"Editor-in-Chief Cai, I have this reader's letter in my hand," Jiang Shan raised the letter paper in his hand after reading it: "Let me reply."

Not only did he have to write this reply, Jiang Shan also wanted to personally receive this future big boss.

In my impression, the reason why Yu Minhong was able to get into Peking University after the third college entrance examination.

is because he will go to a newly established English training class this year.

It is precisely because of this that Principal Yu felt the charm of training institutions too early.

English training institutions in the 80s and 90s? A great project that killed all the enemies!

Cai Wensheng squinted his eyes, but still couldn't see clearly: "Which letter?"

"It's the one that asked for English questions."

"Okay," Editor-in-Chief Cai nodded: "It's just right to give it to you. After you reply to the letter, you can bring this letter to Mr. Li to make him happy."

"That's what I mean." Jiang Shan did have this idea:

"In addition, there should be many people who have the same idea as this reader. We can also publish the Chinese and English novels of "The Chronicles of Narnia" in the weekend edition."

"Okay," Jiang Hai nodded: "This novel itself is very attractive. We can publish it in the weekend expanded edition of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" for three or four weeks."

"Yes, this can also keep readers' appetite for a long time," Editor-in-Chief Cai thought about it: "Hey, let's not talk about other things first, and quickly see which letter to choose."

Needless to say, Jiang Shan was already reading the third reader's letter:

[In 1977, I worked as a forestry assistant in the commune. I signed up for the college entrance examination without any preparation. It was natural that I failed.

Then in 1978, I followed a few friends to take the college entrance examination, but of course I failed.

But it was also in this year that a female comrade I had a crush on in the commune was admitted to a technical secondary school.

When she was about to go back to the city to go to school, I plucked up the courage to say what I had been hiding in my heart.

Unexpectedly, after hearing it, the girl looked at me with a very strange look: How can you still have the mind to talk about love in such an environment?

I was angry at the time, and immediately replied unconvinced: Don’t you have the qualifications to fall in love in the countryside?

Guess what the girl said to me: Of course, but you don’t have the qualifications to fall in love with me.

In March of this year, the communes streamlined the number of "eight major members", and completely dispelled my idea of ​​becoming a formal employee.

The successive blows made me, who had no way out, decide to give it a try.

So, in the last few months, I threw myself into studying like crazy.

I have heard the saying "hard work pays off" for 19 years.

This year, I deeply felt what the famous sayings of the ages mean.

I was admitted to Nankai University with the second-best score in Inner Mongolia.

When I heard the news, I hugged my old father and cried.

No one knows how hard I have studied in the past few months.

Afterwards, I visited Gao Liang, the first-best student in Inner Mongolia, who has been admitted to the Department of Philosophy at Peking University.

On his desk, I saw a collection of "Oriental Metropolis Daily".

The exercises on it opened my eyes. If I could see it earlier, I think my chemistry score would not be only 30 points...

The purpose of the letter is to ask on behalf of the students in Inner Mongolia, why our local post office does not have the subscription order form of "Oriental Metropolis Daily"? 】

"This letter is good," Jiangshan immediately praised excitedly: "Especially the last two paragraphs, who else can I choose if not it?"

The child who studies very hard won the runner-up after the college entrance examination.

Although it is gratifying, how can it compare with the child who won the championship with the help of "Oriental Metropolis Daily"

In Jiangshan's opinion, this reader's letter is simply a standard "Oriental Metropolis Daily" promotional advertisement.

The most amazing thing is that the reader also asked about the subscription method in other provinces in the last paragraph.

This is equivalent to giving a strong signal that "Oriental Metropolis Daily" is entering the market in other provinces!

Editor-in-Chief Rong beside him took the letter and nodded after reading it twice: "Not bad, I also think it is the most suitable."

Cai Wensheng didn't know who they were talking about: "Which letter is this?"

"The letter from Inner Mongolia."

"Oh," Cai Wensheng had no objection after hearing it: "Then publish it first in this issue, and the other letters will be published later..."

"Editor-in-Chief Cai," Jiang Shan wanted to say more: "I think the comrade who returned to the Great Northern Wilderness... let him go quietly."

"Hmm?"

"I think so too," Editor-in-Chief Rong seconded: "Everyone is trying every means to call back, and he should be singing the opposite tune."

Editor-in-Chief Jiang Hai's eyes sank instantly, and he said decisively: "Old Cai, let's stop with the letter."

"Okay," this letter was originally a backup, and Editor-in-Chief Cai raised the manuscript in his hand: "Anyway, I can't publish all the excellent works in my hand."

When everyone walked out of the meeting room one after another, it was just time for the newspaper to get off work.

Comrade Jiang Shan walked directly to the door.

At this moment, the second brother Jiang He was standing in front of the advertising wall and sweating.

"Second brother, I'm here," Jiang Shan smiled and held a large cattail leaf fan that he had brought out from the communication room.

"Off work?"

"Just got there." Jiang Shan fanned the second child vigorously: "Do you want me to buy you a bottle of iced soda?"

"No need," Jiang He was knitting a red scarf for the giraffe on the wall: "Your brother is not that delicate."

"Pay attention," Jiang Shan stopped fanning with the palm leaf fan in his hand: "Pay attention to tracing the pattern of the wool scarf. The larger the mural, the larger the details will be."

"Yeah," Jiang He immediately widened his eyes: "I have been drawing this scarf for two hours. It is more laborious than the one our mother knitted."

"Just for your skills, I will ask Editor-in-Chief Jiang to give you more money later."

"Remember to mention it later."

The third child fanned the palm leaf fan again: "Don't worry, I will watch you later!"

"Hey, isn't this that guy?"

A sharp voice suddenly jumped out from behind, startling Jiang Shan to turn around quickly.

"I remember, isn't he the boyfriend of Lu Xiao on the third floor!"

As soon as these words came out, not only Jiang Shan, but also Jiang He stopped painting.

When he turned around, he saw that they were two aunts.

The aunties looked up and down at Comrade Jiang He, who was covered in oil paint.

In their eyes, they could not hide their disdain.

Comrade Jiang He just looked at him coldly.

After more than ten seconds, the aunties who had mustered up the courage to ask questions several times finally decided to leave first.

"Looking at Xiao Lu, I thought she could pick a great partner, but it turns out she is just a painter."

"That's not surprising. Even if she has good conditions, her age is still there."

"Let me tell you..."

As the distance gradually increased, the two brothers who had been listening all the time finally resumed their forward leaning posture.

Jiang He frowned: "What did the old woman say in the end?"

Jiang Shan put down the palm leaf fan next to his ear and continued to wave it: "It's too far, I didn't hear it clearly."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Hai walked out of the newspaper office slowly.

When he passed by the two aunties, his originally brisk steps paused obviously.

Then he turned his head to look at the aunt, and walked quickly towards the advertising wall.

"Who were those two old ladies just now?"

Jiang Hai looked at the second brother and asked, "Is the Lv Xiao they mentioned my brother's wife?"

"Did you hear what they said?" Jiang He asked quickly.

"They said that Lv Xiao didn't want any betrothal gifts, so she married herself off."

As soon as the eldest brother finished speaking, Jiang He's eyes sank.

He felt so bad for Xiao Xiao that his breathing became heavier.

Soon, he picked up the brush again.

This time, the strokes were clean and neat, without any pause.

In a short while, the giraffe's neck was already tightly wrapped with a scarf.

Wow, Jiang Shan on the side didn't dare to say a word.

But, he had to speak again after coming to his senses:

"That... Second Brother, I just remembered that this painting is an advertisement for Happy Cola, and it seems that this wool scarf is a bit inappropriate!"

"Hmm?" Jiang He paused: "Hmm, I'll change it after it dries!"

As before, the second brother never hesitated to Jiang Shan's request.

"That... Big Brother," Jiang Shan stammered and turned his head away.

"I understand," Jiang Hai nodded decisively: "Add more money, you must pay double the salary for creating in such a hot day."

"Hey," Jiang Shan's palm leaf fan immediately changed direction: "Otherwise, the position of editor-in-chief can only be occupied by you!"

The next day, an auspicious day!

The four brothers and sisters of the Jiang family were all dressed neatly.

In the small courtyard, Li Ruocheng and his wife Li Huaiying were dressed more formally than them.

Jiang Shan, who had just left the house, saw this and his eyes lit up: "Wow, Aunt Li is wearing a skirt today."

"I wanted to wear a cheongsam," Li Huaiying glanced at his wife beside him: "Your Uncle Li would not let me."

"Cheongsam is good!"

Li Ruocheng rolled his eyes at Jiang Shan: "Don't join in the fun, otherwise, she will really dare to wear it."

"Hehe," Jiang Shan laughed: "Actually, Aunt Li's outfit is smart enough."

"Really?"

"That's right, you can go directly to meet Sihanouk."

"Tsk!"

"The car is here," the eldest brother Jiang Hai hurried in from outside: "Let's move our things into the car!"

With the help of the TV station and the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, two cars have been parked outside the No. 51 courtyard.

When Jiang Shan walked out of the courtyard with a large cardboard box in his arms, a small truck from the Red Star Daily Chemical Factory also arrived.

"Come on, come on," Yuan Jiefang took it immediately: "Just leave it to me."

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Jie," Jiang Shan greeted, "I asked you to follow me on a hot day."

"I'm happy," Yuan Jiefang said with a smile: "What a happy event, others can't even do it if they want to!"

While they were talking, Jiang He and Jiang Hai also walked out carrying a cardboard box for a sewing machine.

"Masters, thank you for your hard work."

In accordance with the custom brought by later generations, Comrade Jiangshan was sending two packets of red Chinese to the driver masters one by one.

Subsequently, the three master drivers took the initiative to take on the task of moving the items.

Twenty minutes later, three cars set off in a mighty manner.

When he was still a few hundred meters away from the Huayuan Community, Comrade Jiang He, who was sitting in the back row, took a deep breath.

"Second brother," Jiang Hai, who was riding in the same car with him, reminded: "Don't be too nervous for a while."

Younger sister Jiang Chuan also quickly asked with concern: "Second brother, are you okay?"

After taking another deep breath, Jiang He nodded: "Don't worry, I know what to do!"

In a car behind, Jiang Shan, sitting in the passenger seat, chatted with Li Ruocheng and his wife in the back seat.

"The reader named Yu decided to take the college entrance examination again after reading the grammar annotations written by you."

"Really?" Li Ruocheng adjusted his glasses: "Oh, it seems I have to continue writing this column."

Li Huaiying's eyes brightened: "I told you that the masses like it, but they still don't believe it."

"Why don't you believe it?" Jiang Shan turned around and asked, "Didn't I tell you earlier? Readers would like it!"

"Your Uncle Li thought you were coaxing him to play."

"Hey, how can there be fake letters from so many readers?"

"Well," Li Ruocheng, who was listening to this for a while, said with sweetness in his heart: "After I finish this matter, Uncle Li will treat you to dinner tonight."

"Something good?"

"If something goes wrong, why can't I treat you children to a meal?"

"Haha," Li Huaiying couldn't help laughing and said, "Xiao Jiang, "Gone with the Wind" translated by our old Li has been published."

"So fast?" Jiang Shan was delighted when he heard this: "Why didn't I see Editor Pan come to deliver books to my door?"

"You don't stay at home every day."

"Do I have a share?"

"Of course," Li Ruocheng said with a smile, "I'll get you a copy when I get home."

While talking, three cars slowly drove to a unit building.

Before the car could stop, the surrounding people had already begun to move in this direction.

"Why are there so many cars here?"

"Whose guest is this?"

"Look, everything on the truck is labeled with happy words!"

"Hey, isn't this a bride price for some girl?"

"Impossible, who can give such colorful gifts?"

Suddenly, the door of the car parked at the front opened.

Comrade Jiang He, who was wearing a white shirt and gray trousers, stepped out of the car first with his long legs.