1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 55: Sound Shocks the World
"Inspiration [Rice Tofu] progress +1, current progress (1000/1000)"

【Rice Tofu】Finally completed the collection.

Jiang Xian sat in the cafeteria, wiped his mouth, and secretly swore that he would never eat or smell rice tofu again.

The chef was still listening to the radio drama about the chess king. When he got to the exciting part, the drama suddenly stopped. He slammed the table in anger.

"Fuck you, this bastard author always breaks off at the crucial part!"

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Jiang Xian looked at the kitchen knife in the chef's hand and felt a little scared.

He thought that before leaving Xiangxi, he must not reveal his identity as the author of "The Chess King".

Early in the morning.

The night was dark, but some people were already getting busy.

Outside the printing factory, under the lush lights, newly printed copies of the Hunan Daily were loaded onto trucks and sent to various government agencies and newspaper sales outlets in the city, or to suburban counties, post offices and outside the province.

In the era without tap water, the water from the Baisha Ancient Well in the south of Changsha City was very popular.

Wang Fuman, an unemployed young man, followed his father to Baishajing to fetch water. The two of them carried the load on their shoulders and walked back to the city, selling water along the streets and exchanging it for rice.

In the past years, my father supported our family of six with just a carrying pole and his two legs.

Now, it is time for Wang Fuman to support the family.

The sun rose and the heat gradually evaporated. Wang Fuman felt a little tired and sat down at a street corner to rest.

However, the contempt from passers-by made him feel a little embarrassed.

Seeing Wang Fuman's embarrassment, his father comforted him, "I will go my way, and you go your way. Don't worry about it."

Wang Fuman nodded.

The newspaper sales point has been opened, and various newspapers and periodicals are neatly displayed. The most eye-catching ones are the large newspapers such as "People's x Newspaper" and "Guangming x Newspaper".

Wang Fuman is literate and has good eyesight. He can read the contents of the newspaper from a distance without looking too close. He scanned the newspaper one by one and suddenly saw a line of big words on the Hunan Daily: "How to open the door to individual business?"

"Ok?"

Wang Fuman was stunned for a moment, then moved closer and took a look.

"Do you want to buy it or not?"

"How much?" His father had come behind him without him noticing.

"One third."

His father took out a pile of crumpled change from his pocket, carefully counted out three cents, and handed Wang Fuman a copy of the Hunan Daily.

"My family can't afford to send you to school, so just read the newspaper."

Wang Fuman was somewhat moved. He sat back in the shade, holding the newspaper and reading it eagerly.

The article tells the story of a snack vendor in Zhenxu City who was ostracized and bullied. He was forced to jump into the river. Fortunately, he was rescued by passers-by, but he felt confused and uncertain about his future.

When Aunt Ge cried, Wang Fuman also felt a lump in his throat.

When he saw the words "obtain legal identity" and "guidance from departments", Wang Fuman felt that his voice had been expressed!
So well written!
Wang Fuman is full of longing for such days.

We small business owners also want to stand up straight and no longer suffer those cold stares!
We also want to be recognized by this era openly!
Wang Fuman took a look at the name "Xu Fei" and remembered him deeply.

He secretly decided that he must write a letter to this teacher after returning.

Tell this teacher what's on his mind.

Triangle Garden is the most famous concentration of clothing vendors in Changsha.

The bell-bottom pants, carrot pants and bat shirts that are most popular among young people in Changsha nowadays can all be bought in Triangle Garden.

Yi Jianliang, a native of Changsha, also saw this article.

"Manager Qu is such a jerk!" "This is too much of a bully."

"I really want to take a car to beat her up."

His second aunt hit him and asked, "You don't want to do business anymore?"

"I feel that some things are more important than doing business. We have no dignity selling things now, and we are still being chased away."

"Oh, if there were more articles like this, maybe the higher-ups would pay attention to it. There are so many self-employed people, we can't just ignore them, right?"

"Second Aunt, please watch the stall for a while. I'm going to write a letter to the newspaper. I have a lot to say."

"Can you write?"

“I know spelling.”

Beijing.

Red Flag Magazine.

The magazine was a little deserted. Editor Wang Qingbin sat at the table, concentrating on reading the front-page article in the Hunan Daily. His eyes became brighter and brighter as he read.

Their Red Flag was founded in 1958 and was subordinate to the Central Committee. It was a theoretical journal and constituted the "one journal" of the so-called "two newspapers and one journal". At its peak, half of the Ministry of Culture's building belonged to them, and they were on par with the Central Committee. This status was never enjoyed by either newspaper.

It became popular in later generations to create a new media matrix. In fact, this concept is not new. The earliest and most powerful media matrix was the "editorials of two newspapers and one magazine", namely the editorials jointly published and published simultaneously by the People's Daily, the Liberation Army Daily and the Red Flag magazine.

This is the ancestor of all media integration. In the past, it was authority, wind direction, navigation mark, and lighthouse.

The last "editorial" of the "two newspapers and one magazine" was published last year: "Nine hundred million people in China strive for leap forward and cheer for the successful conclusion of the National Science Conference."

This was also the last "two newspapers and one magazine editorial" in history, because "Red Flag" was later discontinued and the magazine was also abolished, quietly withdrawing from the stage of history. At the same time, "Qiushi" magazine was founded.

"Editor-in-chief, I think this is an opportunity!" Wang Qingbin excitedly found the editor-in-chief Xiong Fu and slapped the Hunan Daily on his desk. "Can we find a commentator to write an editorial?"

In the ward.

Zhou Libo, a 71-year-old modern writer and compiler, is now seriously ill due to overwork.

Zhou Libo and Zhao Shuli are collectively known as "Zhou in the South and Zhao in the North".

His wife, screenwriter Lin Lan, sat by the bed and read to him a newspaper from her hometown in Hunan.

The old man thought for a while and said, "Zhenxi City, isn't that Mao Lin's hometown?

Maybe you can recognize this Xu Fei."

"The Writers' Congress will start soon, and you will be able to meet Shen Maolin."

"I can't go, I can't go. I can't get up."

Lin Lan wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "Many people are looking forward to seeing you. You should take good care of yourself."

The Hunan Daily has a circulation of 30 copies, which are only sent to the province and surrounding provinces, as well as major cities such as Beijing and Shanghai.

Just one day later, the issuing office called and requested additional printing.

In other words, 30 copies of Hunan Daily were sold out yesterday, 30 people saw the article, and 30 people sympathized with Aunt Ge and hated Manager Qu.

And the number is still rising.

With the release of an editorial in Red Flag, the article “How to open the door to individual business?” received a sudden increase in internal attention.

"Red Flag" and the current issue of "Hunan Daily" were delivered to the offices of all levels of government agencies in HUN Province.

Including the senior leaders of Zhenxian State-owned Restaurant.

The leader flipped through "Red Flag" and read "Hunan Daily", and his blood pressure rose!

ps: Please read it tomorrow!!!

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