Traveling back to 1977

Chapter 779 is expected to sweep the market.
Wenyi New Village may have set a first: the first residential community in the country to establish a property management company.

Chen Fan had previously mentioned to He Qingsheng the idea of ​​corporatizing the community's property management services. In fact, what kind of company to start is not important, nor is how to make money or whether to make money at all. What matters most is who owns the company.

If it is under the jurisdiction of governments at all levels or higher-level ministries and commissions, then it is called a state-owned enterprise.

For example, at that time, China Merchants Group was a company under the Ministry of Transport, FAW and Dongfeng belonged to the First Ministry of Machinery Industry, and Yunqi Factory belonged to the Jiangnan Provincial Department of Industry. These were all state-owned enterprises.

If it belongs to a certain collective, such as a production team or a street office, it is called a collective enterprise.

To make a comparison, state-owned enterprises are the regular army, with a full range of benefits, and employees and cadres at all levels are guaranteed from birth to death. Collective enterprises are somewhat inferior, with lower salary levels and less guaranteed benefits.

It's very simple. State-owned enterprises are responsible for allocating housing, but I've never heard of any collective enterprises that can allocate housing, no matter how profitable the enterprise is. There's no such rule.

It wasn't until later, with enterprise restructuring and housing policy reforms, that people began to have the opportunity to receive housing, regardless of the type of enterprise.

Ultimately, it depends on the strength of the organization.

The current Wenxing Property Management Company is a state-owned enterprise under the Provincial Department of Culture, so even the lowest-level cleaners are highly sought after by returning educated youth.

It's roughly the same as the civil service exam for night soil collectors in later generations. The important thing isn't the night soil collection itself, but the job security!
So in just six months, the cleaning staff who came to clean Chen Fan's house were replaced by a new batch of people, all of whom were quick and efficient women. This shows that competitive selection does indeed produce talented people.

Chen Fan sat on the rosewood chair that Jiang Lili had just wiped clean, looked at the dozen or so cleaners busy at work outside, and then looked at He Qingsheng sitting opposite him, and couldn't help but be a little stunned, "How many staff positions has this property management company applied for? Aren't you afraid that there will be too many people and the company will lose money in the end?"

He Qingsheng took a Zhonghua cigarette from a sandalwood box on the table, tapped it twice, lit it, exhaled a puff of smoke, and chuckled, "Two reasons. First, the other residential complexes jointly built by several other units next door are also about to be allocated apartments..."

At this moment, Jiang Lili brought over two cups of tea. He Qingsheng quickly thanked her and then continued, "The manager of Wenxing Property Management Company is a former deputy director of logistics at the Department of Culture. He has a wide network of connections and influence. We've already reached an agreement with them. Property management departments will be established in several communities before September, and these people will be assigned there."

Chen Fan nodded in realization, "I understand, 'Longjiang Academy'."

As is well known, many senior generals in the armies of both parties are graduates of the Whampoa Military Academy. In fact, the Red Army also had a "Red Military Academy" in Jinggangshan, which was the earliest training institution of our army, the "Red Army Training Corps".

The "Hongpu Military Academy" mentioned by Mr. Li originated from the "Longjiang Academy" in Jinggang Mountain. This training team was also the predecessor of the "Chinese Workers' and Peasants' Red Army University" and the "Anti-Japanese Military and Political University." These were the same school under different names at different times, and many of our army's generals came from there.

Veteran comrades like He Qingsheng understood immediately that it was simply a reference to the "Whampoa Military Academy."

(Longjiang Academy)
He immediately nodded and smiled, "Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

He paused for a moment, then added, "That's one aspect, and another aspect..."

As he spoke, he suddenly shook his head, took two puffs of his cigarette, turned to look at Xinghu Lake outside the window, and after several seconds, shook his head and sighed, "A property management company, the province approved more than two hundred positions, as for whether these two hundred people are still making money or not, who cares?"

In any case, it solved the employment problem for more than 200 educated youth who returned to the city, and most of them were related by blood or marriage.

"If it weren't truly capable of creating over two hundred jobs, I wouldn't have agreed to this."

He looked up at Chen Fan and explained, "If the property management company can accommodate more than two hundred people, then these people won't go to other companies and take jobs from ordinary people. Do you understand?"

Chen Fan chuckled to himself, "I understand."

Big fish eat little fish, and little fish eat shrimp. If it weren't for this property management company, which provided over two hundred state-owned enterprise positions, these people would have to compete for meager wages in other organizations.

How can a child from an ordinary family with no connections compete with one who has nepotism?

Conversely, if you jump up level by level, the same number of positions below will become available.

He Qingsheng's concern was not about the property management company's staffing of more than 200 people, but rather about freeing up more than 200 positions in the lowest-level collective units, which could provide employment for more educated youth returning to the city.

This is what truly benefits the people.

Chen Fan took a drag of his cigarette, unsure whether to cry or laugh.

Aside from the original machinery factory, and now the Yunqi factory, machinery factory, and home appliance factory system, he rarely offered advice to even the Yunhu cotton mill. This is why he didn't cooperate with domestic units on Chinese character cards, computer research and development, and production.

He can make contributions openly and generously, but others may not!

If it turns out to be a contribution to certain people, wouldn't that be disgusting?
It would be better to keep the patent in your own hands and cooperate with the mainland through Zhou Yali. You can still make contributions and protect your own interests.

Chen Fan felt he couldn't match the selfless dedication of his predecessors.

He shook his head, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and said to He Qingsheng, "I'm going fishing. Are you going to wait here, or come with me?"

He Qingsheng waved his hand, "I'm not going, and I won't wait. I just want to ask you one thing, and then I'll leave."

He tapped the table twice and said, "The Writers Association president, Fumio Niwa, from the notebook side asked you to write an article. You said you would finish it in August. Today is July 31st. Have you finished it?"

Chen Fan clicked his tongue and said, "That's called the Artists Association, not the Writers Association."

Before He Qingsheng could speak, he called out towards the door, "Tian Tian, ​​where did I put my manuscript?"

Before Jiang Tiantian arrived, her voice preceded her, "I'll get it for you."

As he spoke, he walked in, turned into the bedroom behind the bookshelf, took out a stack of manuscripts from the wall cabinet by the kang (a heated brick bed), but didn't bring them all over. Instead, he asked, "Which one do you want?"

Upon hearing this, He Qingsheng immediately turned his head to look, but unfortunately, he could only see Jiang Tiantian's figure and could not see what was in her hand at all.

He immediately asked, "Have you accumulated a lot of manuscripts?"

Chen Fan shouted first, "The Saint Seiya book."

Then he said to He Qingsheng, "There are a lot of manuscripts, mostly academic papers that I need to hand in to my teacher tomorrow. There's also a book called 'Small Town Stories,' which is almost finished. I'll give it to you before school starts in September."

Although He Qingsheng was somewhat disappointed, he did not insist on it. "Alright, I'll wait then."

At this moment, Jiang Tiantian walked over with a thick stack of Saint Seiya manuscripts and gently placed them in front of Chen Fan, saying, "Here."

Chen Fan looked up and smiled. "Thank you."

Jiang Tiantian smiled, nodded to He Qingsheng, and then turned to leave. He Qingsheng took the manuscript from Chen Fan, but didn't look at it immediately. Instead, he asked curiously, "Hey, she seems particularly polite to you. This doesn't seem like the attitude of a sister-in-law towards her brother-in-law. Could the rumors be true?"

Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he blinked at him, "What rumor?"

He Qingsheng gave him a look, clicked his tongue and said, "Are you still pretending? Everyone says that Jiang Tiantian's poem and the novel 'Where Flowers Bloom' were both completed under your guidance. You're the one who nurtured her. Isn't that true?"

It turns out to be this.

Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief, then said irritably, "What are you talking about? Is literature so easy to cultivate? We've been running our correspondence literature program for over a year now, haven't we? We've trained more than 20,000 people, but how many of them have actually succeeded?"

He Qingsheng immediately said, "Don't say that. You're the one who started this training course. Everyone else can laugh at it, but you can't."

Chen Fan pursed his lips, "I wasn't mocking you, I was just stating the facts."

He Qingsheng immediately chimed in, "The fact is that most people who couldn't write before can now write articles and can publish a few short pieces in county-level publications."

A few individuals have even published articles in provincial-level journals and magazines such as People's Literature.

Looking at all correspondence education centers across the country, our achievements are truly exceptional and unparalleled!

Chen Fan chuckled and said, "Then you should be careful. We got the first advantage in the first class and recruited a lot of good students. Now almost every province has its own correspondence center. As the saying goes, it's better to choose the nearest one than the far one. Whether we can recruit so many good students in the future is uncertain."

He Qingsheng threw away his cigarette butt and pointed at him, "You're just a bad influence. But you'll be disappointed, the second round of enrollment has already ended. This time we added a requirement for submissions, requiring students to write a short essay and send it to us when they register."

After more than a month of review, a number of promising candidates were selected, while those who were truly utterly incompetent were not admitted.

This time, we made both money and people. How about that? Aren't you impressed by my brilliant leadership?

Chen Fan chuckled, "Yes, yes, you're brilliant."

He stood up and said, "I'm going fishing. If I don't go fishing, I won't have anything to eat. You can either go home and check on me, or stay here and wait for me to come back."

He Qingsheng looked at the manuscript in front of him. The cover had three large characters written in calligraphy: "Saint Seiya". He frowned slightly and muttered, "You, a dragon knight, have already caused enough trouble for the West. Now you have Saint Seiya. Is this never going to end?"

Chen Fan was about to leave when he heard this, so he took two steps back, stood next to him, and asked in a low voice, "How do you know that I wrote Dragon Knight? Who told you? Old Ba?"

Last time, Buffett hinted to him that the higher-ups already knew he was the author of the bestselling Western fantasy novel "Legend of the Dragon Knight". Has this news already spread?

He Qingsheng looked up at him, pursed his lips and said, "Do you even need to ask? Don't forget, I was the one who handled the approval form for that Dragon Knight. Although I haven't read the original work, I can tell from the plot that it's exactly the same as what you wrote."

"Let me tell you, our organization has had several exchanges with writers' associations in the UK and France this year, and they've been full of praise for your 'Legend of the Dragon Knight.' You can't keep this a secret for long!"

Chen Fan clicked his tongue. "I didn't plan to keep it a secret for long. As long as it doesn't go back to the mainland for publication, it won't be exposed. Let's leave it at that for now."

After saying that, he walked out. All the fishing gear was on the small boat, so he didn't even need to take the fishing rod.

He Qingsheng shook his head, muttering to himself, "Dropping an alias? It probably means using multiple pen names and finally being discovered, right? Hehe, I learned a new word today. I'll use it in front of Lao Tan tomorrow."

After saying that, he picked up the manuscript of "Saint Seiya" and turned to the first page.

Then, frowning, he asked, "What is this drawing supposed to be?"

The manuscript was typed on a computer and then printed out, but in addition to the text, Chen Fan also added dozens of illustrations, all of which he drew by hand with a pen.

He referenced the prototypes of later comics and then beautified them using Master Chen's aesthetic.

For example, Shiryu's Dragon Suit is directly the second version. ...Mainly because the first version was too ugly; the helmet looked like a mask.

He Qingsheng had never seen this style of painting before. It was more beautiful than the illustrations in popular novels, but it was neither like traditional Chinese painting nor oil painting. It was very novel to him.

Moreover, this armor looked extremely magnificent, and even without any explanation, he seemed to understand what the Saint Seiya meant.

After reading the first few pages of character introductions, I finally turned to the first page of text.

After watching just the beginning, I was completely captivated.

When he came to his senses, Jiang Lili came over to invite him, "Uncle He, Xiao Fan has prepared dinner. Please come over for a drink."

He Qingsheng suddenly looked up at Jiang Lili, smelled the aroma of fresh fish coming from the living room, and then suddenly realized what was going on. He nodded and smiled, "Okay, okay, I'll be right there."

He glanced at the manuscript in his hand, worried that it would get dirty if he put it on the dining table, so he decisively placed it in the middle of the desk and weighed it down with two jade paperweights.

(Jade paperweight)
As I got up and went outside, I saw a small table on the daybed against the north wall. On the table was a kerosene stove with a pot of fresh fish stewing on it. As the soup boiled, the aroma filled the entire living room.

As for the female workers who were busy outside, they had already finished their work and gone home. Compared to when they first came in, the whole house looked brand new.

Chen Fan was sitting in the host's seat, with a bowl and chopsticks already set out opposite him.

He poured two glasses of wine, and seeing He Qingsheng walking over, he smiled and asked, "Does this story meet Chairman Niwa Fumio's requirements?"

He Qingsheng didn't answer him at first, but turned to look at Jiang Lili who was walking towards the kitchen and said, "Why aren't you guys eating?"

Jiang Lili quickly smiled and said, "Uncle He, you guys can eat. We don't drink alcohol, we can just eat something in the kitchen."

He Qingsheng said "Oh" and didn't say anything more before sitting down on the daybed.

It's not about male superiority or female inferiority; there aren't so many rules in the new era. It's just that if two people are drinking and talking, it would be uncomfortable for them to sit at the table. It's better to just have a separate table.

It's pretty much the same for every household.

He Qingsheng took a sip of his wine, put it down, and looked at Chen Fan, saying, "President Niwa Fumio originally didn't set any restrictions on you. He just wanted to see what else you could write besides serious literature. So, you can write whatever you want; there's no such thing as inappropriate."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly shook his head and laughed, "But I just read quite a few, and I reckon that after Dragon Knight, another book is poised to sweep the small-book world."

(End of this chapter)