Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

After returning to the office, Song Wenqing hurriedly called the superior department again: "Leader, may I ask, is there any news from the printing equipment? I have so many orders here that I am overwhelmed!"

"Don't keep pushing us. We have also been working hard to coordinate."

Song Wenqing said anxiously: "Leader, I have no choice. If it really doesn't work, we can just buy it with our own money."

The leader on the other end of the phone thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go and help you coordinate. But let me be frank, you have to pay for it yourself, but you can't pay less than a penny."

After hearing this reply, Song Wenqing hung up the phone happily. He knew that the equipment issue was settled.

Because Qingdao Publishing House's orders are increasing and the amount of money submitted is indeed increasing, the higher authorities are still very concerned about this matter.

The equipment is indeed not very easy to coordinate, but it would be much easier if you pay for it.

In the afternoon, Liu Shuo came to Song Wenqing's office.

"President, I just called Comrade An Jie at noon. Comrade Xiao Jiang should have left Qingdao and is now at his uncle's house."

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, what business does he have in Qingdao?"

"He said he was going to Shanghai to visit Master Gu Bingxin."

Song Wenqing slammed the table and said, "Oh no! If Comrade Xiao Jiang is chosen by Master Gu and accepted as his apprentice, he will be snatched away by the Shanghai Fine Arts Publishing House!"

And Master Feng Ping, whom I contacted, has not replied to me yet. Master Feng Ping is considered the most powerful master in the painting world in Qingdao. But the master paints Chinese paintings, so he has not replied to me yet. "

"It shouldn't be intercepted by Shanghai Fine Arts Publishing House! After all, Comrade Xiao Jiang's home is still here."

"Which is more important, family or career? Many people leave their hometowns just to have a better future. If Comrade Xiao Jiang becomes Master Gu's disciple, it will be even more powerful."

"Boss, what should we do?"

"Do you know what Comrade Xiao Jiang's parents think? After he graduates from high school, do they want him to join the army or continue painting?"

"Comrade Xiao Jiang's parents still plan to train him to be a painter, but it still depends on Comrade Xiao Jiang's own wishes."

"Well, you should first communicate with Comrade An Jie to put Comrade Xiao Jiang's work relationship with Qingdao Publishing House and arrange an editor position for him."

"But Comrade Xiao Jiang is not yet an adult!"

"Special matters should be handled specially. It will be too late to wait until you are an adult."

"Okay, I'll contact you tonight."

"I remember that the ship to Shanghai is always in the afternoon. You can drive to his uncle's place tomorrow morning to pick him up and have a good talk with him.

And Comrade Xiao Jiang doesn’t have a place to live in Qingdao, and we are planning to build a residential building for his family members, so we can just give him one and tie him down to our publishing house.”

"Okay, President, I'll arrange it right away."

The next day, the driver brought Liu Shuo to An Tai's home. After some communication, he took Jiang Weimin to Qingdao Publishing House.

"Jiang Xiaoyou, I called your mother yesterday and found out that you were coming to Qingdao. Our president arranged for me to come and invite you to sit down with him."

"Uncle Liu, I'm leaving the ship at 4pm today. I was planning to visit the publishing house in the morning."

"Jiang Xiaoyou, our president has something to discuss with you later."

Jiang Weimin looked puzzled. "What's the matter? Uncle Liu."

"You'll know in a moment. Let President Song tell you directly!"

When they arrived at Song Wenqing's office, Song Wenqing personally went to the door to greet Jiang Weimin, "Comrade Xiao Jiang, we meet again."

"Yeah! Uncle Song, long time no see."

"Comrade Xiao Jiang heard that you were going to Shanghai to visit Master Gu. Do you have any thoughts about becoming Master Gu's disciple?"

"Uncle Song, you really have a keen eye! You figured it out."

"Originally, I wanted to arrange for you to meet Master Feng Ping and let him take you in, but Master Feng doesn't know how to sketch and he hasn't replied to my letter yet."

"Uncle Song, thank you for caring so much about my affairs."

"Of course. By the way, Comrade Xiao Jiang, you don't have any intention of joining the army, do you?"

"Not yet. My dream is to be a painter."

"It's like this, we want to register your work relationship with our publishing house and let you be an editor in our publishing house first.

I also communicated with your parents yesterday, and your parents asked you to make your own decision."

Jiang Weimin thought about it and realized that he had no intention of going to Shanghai to develop in the past two years.

Before the reform and opening up, comic books were the same no matter where they were published. Moreover, the next year, when they graduated from high school, the children of military leaders' families would have to go to the countryside if they did not join the army. It would definitely be difficult to find a job during this period.

Seeing Jiang Weimin lost in thought, Song Wenqing continued, "Our publishing house is planning to build a residential building for family members. If you come, I will definitely give you a place."

"Uncle Song, can I have a house with a toilet?"

"Why not?" Song Wenqing was now afraid that Jiang Weimin would not put forward any conditions. He would definitely be able to satisfy such a small matter.

"Thank you, Uncle Song!"

"You're welcome. I'll let Editor Liu take you through the formalities later."

In this way, Jiang Weimin theoretically became an editor of Qingdao Publishing House, and Qingdao Publishing House helped him handle some other subsequent procedures.

After having lunch and resting at Qingdao Publishing House at noon.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, we have prepared some gifts for you. Please bring them to Master Gu in Shanghai."

Jiang Weimin looked at the large and small bags of things that Song Wenqing prepared and said, "Uncle Song, I have prepared the gifts, and I can't carry so many things!"

"It's okay. I've arranged for someone to get it for you. Xiao Zhang, help Comrade Xiao Jiang get the things and protect Comrade Xiao Jiang."

"President, rest assured that the task will be completed."

"Comrade Xiao Jiang, let Xiao Zhang and you go help carry your luggage so that you can take care of each other."

"Uncle Song, this isn't a good idea. I can do it myself!"

"This is your first time going to Shanghai and you are unfamiliar with the place, so it would be good to have someone to look after you. Xiao Zhang was a former soldier, so don't worry!

After he settles you down, he will come back and won't disturb you."

Jiang Weimin could only sigh that Song Wenqing was so thoughtful.

Song Wenqing then arranged for a driver to take Jiang Weimin and Xiao Zhang to the passenger terminal.