1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 54 will be published in the newspaper!
The comrades from the police station arrived late.

He was alone, riding a bicycle, wearing the "Type 72" summer police uniform, which was white on top and blue on the bottom, and a navy blue suit in winter.

This is the outfit that Lin Ruwei wore in the movie "Plainclothes Police". Lin Ruwei is also the lyricist of the song "Young Man Has Great Ambition and Does Not Worry".

There are not many police forces now. An ordinary town, which has dozens of villages and a population of tens of thousands, often has only one or two police officers, who were the public security special commissioners in the 1s and 2s.

By the way, the administrative unit "township" did not exist at that time. "Township" was later changed from "commune".

"Get out of my way!"

The policeman pushed through the crowd and walked in. He was shocked to see the mess on the ground.

"Who is causing trouble here?"

Hearing this, Aunt Ge raised her head miserably, looked at Jiang Xian, and then at Manager Qu.

Can't tell, really can't tell.

"Hey, police comrade, this is it"

Jiang Xian sighed, took the initiative to step forward and explain, the police frowned and listened: "Why did you smash the stall?"

"I was afraid of getting beaten and wanted to scare them off. Comrade, I knew my limits well and no one was hurt. This is called emergency avoidance and does not constitute mutual fighting."

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The police looked at him for a while, then looked at Manager Qu.

Jiang Xian whispered again: "Comrade, they are provoking trouble and causing property loss to others, so they must be charged."

Manager Qu was about to have a myocardial infarction, and he always felt that he had suffered from his lack of education. The police officer asked sternly: "Which unit are you from?"

"Are you all mute?"

"say!"

Manager Qu's arrogance just now disappeared. He shrank to the back, still mumbling obediently in the front and giving a vague answer.

"State-owned restaurant"

"You are also comrades in the office. How do you conduct political studies? You have compensated others for their losses. I will report this matter to your leaders. Expect to be punished."

Several people were heartbroken, and the crew of "Border Town" also rushed over after hearing the news.

"Teacher Jiang, are you okay?"

"I heard someone fought with you."

"Why is it so messy here?"

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"You didn't suffer any loss, did you?" Zhu Lin asked worriedly.

Ge You was listening nearby and his eyes widened.

Suffer?

Who can take advantage of him?
Aunt Ge understood after hearing Jiang Xian's explanation and came over to express her gratitude.

"Xiao Jiang, thank you, thank you. I am so grateful for your help today. If you were not here, my stall might have been taken away by this group of people."

"You're too polite. They are just trash and are not worthy of fighting with me."

Jiang Xian put his hands on his hips and said, "Xiao Ge, go develop the photos."

Return to the guest house.

Jiang Xian washed his face first to calm himself down, then sat down at the table, filled his pen with ink, and began to write.

The writing is full of ideas, describing the entire process of the incident truthfully, objectively and sincerely.

In fact, he didn't want to write this. Doing this kind of thing could easily get him into trouble, and he was a person who feared trouble.

But it just so happened that if the third sequence was really the novel he guessed, then this incident would have some special impact on the novel.

But if we are going to do it, let’s do it on a big scale and make it a big success.

One by one.

Aunt Ge doesn’t have a business license, so why does she set up a stall?

Sublime! Sublime! Sublime!

The people’s reasonable pursuit of material interests.

What is the nature of Manager Qu’s oppression of Aunt Ge?

Sublime! Sublime! Sublime!

The issue of moral value orientation. "I am the ancient Greek god who controls public opinion."

Just as I finished writing, there was a knock on the door. Ge You, who had developed the photos, came over with them and said, "Writer Jiang, are you done?"

"I've finished writing it. Please help me check it."

Ge You frowned and read it again, "Is this okay?"

Furong Middle Road, CS City, Hunan Daily.

Inside the newspaper office, Tan Yiting sat at the table, sorting out a copy of his interview with a rice researcher a few days ago.

At last year's National Science Conference, the 48-year-old researcher also spoke at a panel meeting as a representative of Hunan.

According to him, his rice research will soon achieve complete success, and more Chinese people will then have enough food to eat. Tan Yiting is excited and looking forward to that day.

"Xiao Tan, a letter from a reader."

"So many? I can't finish reading them even in three days." Tan Yiting smiled bitterly.

"Who makes our newspaper readers so enthusiastic?"

"Yes."

Hunan Daily is the largest comprehensive newspaper in the province.

The four words "Hunan Daily" symbolize pride. This is the title written by the fellow villager for his hometown Hunan.

Tan Yiting submitted the interview manuscript to the editor, then returned home and opened the letters on the table one by one with great interest.

A few black and white photos that fell out of one of the letters caught his attention.

The photos show: a stall that was overturned and in a mess; an auntie who was at a loss; five people with fierce faces in the market; a middle-aged woman with wet hair and a panicked look, surrounded by many people by the river.
If you look carefully, you will find that the aunt in the second photo and the middle-aged woman in the fourth photo look the same, so they should be the same person.

“Why are you sending these photos?”

Taking photos is not an easy thing these days, and most people would never be willing to have so many photos mailed to themselves.

With great curiosity, Tan Yiting picked up the letter and looked at the title.

“How to open the door to self-employment?”

Looking down, his expression became increasingly serious.

"boom!"

He slammed the table hard, and the noise immediately attracted the attention of many colleagues.

"What's wrong, Xiao Tan?"

"Editor Wang, look at this."

Tan Yiting handed over the letter and photos in his hand, and soon, Editor Wang's face also showed an expression of uncontrollable anger.

"It's outrageous that something like this could happen!"

"Exactly. Who could have thought of that?"

“Some people are just really lawless.”

"What happened?"

"What's wrong, Lao Wang?"

As more and more colleagues became curious, this letter and photo were quickly circulated in the editorial department and attracted great attention.

The incident itself was outrageous enough, but at the end of the letter, the author Xu Fei changed his tone.

"Reform and opening up is the general trend. In February 1979, the first report on the development of the individual economy was forwarded:

"Local governments are allowed to approve some idle laborers with formal household registration to engage in repair, service and individual handicraft labor according to market needs and after obtaining the consent of relevant business authorities."

How to obtain legal identity and how government departments provide guidance are still unfilled gaps.

In this incident, I saw not only Aunt Ge, but also peddlers who were repairing electrical appliances, selling cigarettes, alcohol, sugar and tea, making snacks, and selling vegetables, fruits and daily necessities.

Aunt Ge is a microcosm of the 100,000 small self-employed people in China."

"What a great way to see the essence through the phenomenon!"

Ji Yao, the editor-in-chief of Hunan Daily, stood up suddenly!
He was so excited that his breathing became rapid. He clapped his hands and said, "I have always emphasized that the concept of Hunan Daily is to focus on the center and serve the overall situation."

"Aren't events like this exactly the focus we lack? Aren't they topics worthy of our research?"

"Go and revise it quickly, I want it to be in the newspaper tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)