Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 39
In 1978, in a country with a population of one billion, there were only more than one million TV sets.

The whole country is working hard, and the output of automobiles is only 14, of which only 2650 are cars.

The annual output of the Pujiang Car Factory is less than the daily output of an overseas workshop.

It is said that some of the machines of the Pujiang Automobile Factory at that time were left over from the late Qing Dynasty.

The production capacity can be imagined, but the number of employees has been increasing.

Not to mention the average annual income of farmers, which is only 134 yuan, and 2.5 million people are still struggling to get enough food and clothing.

But starting this year, the streets and alleys of cities across the country are no longer all military green and industrial blue.

Pink, yellow, blue, and color are no longer surprising.

Girls and daughter-in-laws in small floral dresses and jackets with large plaid collars often appear in it.

Not only that, but many undocumented self-employed people can often be seen in the city.

They pushed tricycles and sold small commodities such as handkerchiefs and socks.

Many young men and women are no longer secretive when they are in love, and they began to hold hands and go shopping generously, embracing their waists in public.

Countless people began to work hard, even if they were walking barefoot, they wanted to make up for the lost "ten years".

The signs of zero and zero have confirmed the famous saying of Eng/Ge/S: There is no great historical disaster that is not compensated by historical progress.

Just recently, Jiang Shan discovered that the man who secretly exchanged food stamps for eggs had become more courageous.

They always exchange a catty of food coupons for 8 to 10 eggs in the countryside, and then exchange 5 or 6 eggs for a catty of food coupons when they return to the city.

Now it's broad daylight, at the gate of the ticket exchange point on Qingchun Road, the business is open and frank, and it seems to be a ticket exchange.

Comrade Jiangshan dare not touch this dragon's beard.

He asked his second elder brother Jiang He to write a few eye-catching characters on the big white paper: Pujiang No. [-] Clothing Factory Direct Sales Point.

Then stick it firmly on cardboard, including the cardboard figures of Mayumi from Manhunt and Komaki Kurihara from Wangxiang.

At this moment, the backyard of No. 51 Dazayuan has already been filled with all kinds of publicity display boards.

Jiang Shan clapped his hands and said popular science: "This is called celebrity bringing goods."

"At 7 o'clock in the evening, the first batch of people who leave the theater will leave the cinema one after another,"

Jiang Shan was doing the final interrogation: "At this time, what should everyone do?"

"Everyone, take a look, the newly-stocked flared trousers for export to domestic sales."

"It's so beautiful, the flared pants of the same style as Kurihara Komaki, an Italian designer."

"Pujiang Garment No. 35 Factory is dedicated to making it for you, and now each pair of bell-bottom pants only costs [-] yuan."

"Favorites of imported fabrics, imported designers, Yumi and Komaki Kurihara."

"Big Sister, Young Sister, come and have a look, don't miss it when you pass by."

"Look at the workmanship, look at this model."

"There is only one batch of this in the whole country, until sold out."

"35 yuan for a pair of high-end flared pants, come and have a look..."

The elder sister, aunt, elder brother, third uncle in the yard... shouted more and more loudly.

Before this, Jiang Shan had made them shout for more than two hours.

From humming in a low voice in embarrassment, to shouting loudly at each other face to face.

An hour later, each business ability began to break through on its own, and it was possible to add words by itself.

Also swayed a more contemporary style of action.

Li Ruocheng and his wife, who were standing by the window, looked at the grinning and warm smiles in the courtyard.

When the tea is white, I don't even bother to change it, my waist doesn't hurt and my legs don't hurt, I just think it's more interesting than watching TV.

"Thank you for your full cooperation," Professor Jiang continued to teach:

"Today's hard work is tomorrow's victory. Today's flared trousers in the warehouse will be the big guy's future bicycles, wardrobes, TVs, and Pujiang watches..."

The words before departure, the uncles and aunts who had already started to shake their legs before, stopped trembling and blushing.

Passion flared up again.

"Starting tonight, the 24 workers in our No. [-] workshop must double our half-year bonus... let's go!"

With a wave of Jiang Shan's hand, the workers of Workshop No. [-], who had already been impatient, quickly headed to the five largest movie theaters in Pujiang City with display boards and flared trousers in five groups.

Jiang's father, Jiang Xiangnan, stood at the side of the aisle for a while, and kept loudly reminding: Pay attention to safety and pay attention to the payment.

On the other side, Jiang Hai, the boss, is also constantly exhorting: keep enthusiastic and keep smiling.

Seeing the people gradually dispersed, all the members of Lao Jiang's family also set off immediately.

At this moment in the small courtyard, Jiang Xiaoyu led Jiang Xiaobai, who was constantly yawning, and followed Li Ruocheng and his wife into the house reluctantly.

"Tossing all afternoon," Li Huaiying hugged Jiang Xiaobai to bed distressedly: "Look, the child is sleepy."

"It's quite new to me. It seems that this street trick is also a skill."

Only now did Li Ruocheng start to tidy up the dishes on the desk. In the past, how could he allow food to be placed on his elegant desk.

But the meal I ate while watching it today was extraordinarily delicious.

In order not to put pressure on the big guys, Dad Jiang only brought out 360 pairs of flared pants from the warehouse.

Each group received 60 pieces, which was a small 2000 yuan.

It didn't take long before the six teams, including the group of the Jiang family's relatives and friends, had already set up battles in their respective venues.

Among them, Da Guangming Cinema is also the largest cinema in Pujiang. The seats on the double floor can accommodate 960 people to watch movies at the same time.

At this moment, on the open space on both sides of the gate of this cinema, two booths were spread out according to the lights.

The flared trousers are in the middle, and "Zhenyou" and "Kurihara Komaki" stand on both sides of the booth.

At the entrance of the Da Guangming Cinema, there are mainly the Jiang family's relatives and friends and one of the fourth workshop workers' teams.

At this moment, the skins of the sellers were a little tight, and Dad Jiang's face was even numb.

Because there was no need to wait for the show to end, the moment they put the two "stars" on the line, a group of people waiting at the entrance of the cinema had already surrounded them.

"The people in this painting look familiar."

"Isn't she really beautiful in the movie? I just saw one the day before yesterday."

"Yes, look, it's exactly the same as the poster on the wall of the movie theater."

"Even the Japanese female reporter is here."

"Her name is Kurihara Komaki."

"What are they doing?"

"I do not know,"

"Isn't that written? You can't read?"

"Oh, bell-bottom pants."

"It's really beautiful to wear bell-bottom pants."

"The second garment factory exports to domestic sales..."

Looking at the chattering around, the second brother Jiang He suddenly felt that he was about to gasp.

On the other side, the second uncle, the aunt who was originally ambitious, couldn't make a sound no matter how hard he tried.

"It's so beautiful, the flared pants of the same style as Kurihara Komaki, an Italian designer."

Suddenly, Jiang Shan's voice rose: "Everyone come and take a look, the newly-stocked bell-bottom trousers for export to domestic sales."

Jiang Ma was the second to shout out, and there were no fewer people in the vegetable market to exchange movie tickets than this: "Pujiang No. 35 Garment Factory is dedicated to making it for you, and now each pair of bell-bottom pants only costs [-] yuan."

When he opened his mouth, it was still Mandarin.

"Favorites of imported fabrics, imported designers, Yumi and Komaki Kurihara."

"Big Sister, Young Sister, come and have a look, don't miss it when you pass by."

At this moment, the other side also shouted.

(End of this chapter)