The booming era begins with the director of the Propaganda Department!

Chapter 116 Rolex! !

in the future,

Zhang Chenfei lay on the spacious leather sofa and rested with Chen Xueru in his arms.

The two cuddled up and talked about the secret words between lovers, rubbing their ears together. After the tenderness, Chen Xueru suddenly remembered something.

She jumped off the sofa like a deer, but almost fell because her legs were weak.

After waiting for a while, he slowly walked to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a rather high-end-looking box.

After walking back again, he opened the box with a snap, took out a brand new Rolex, opened the buckle, and gently helped Zhang Chenfei put it on.

Chen Xueru held Zhang Chenfei's hand wearing the watch and looked at it carefully, and nodded with satisfaction: "It looks good. The first time I saw this watch in the store, I thought it was suitable for you."

Zhang Chenfei "."

The watch is a good watch, Rolex 6305, worth more than .

But why did this scene remind him of the ancient scene when the concubine who stayed in bed was rewarded by the emperor? ! !
  So, Chen Xueru was quite satisfied with her performance just now? ?
  When I thought about it again, it was the same. This girl just rolled her eyes and made a fuss. Can she be dissatisfied?

"Well, I want something from you. Isn't it appropriate?" He decided to go through the process and resist a little.

You can't be said to be a softie, right?

Chen Xueru, however, left no room for doubt: "Why is it inappropriate for me to give something to my own man?"

OK, the process is over. Zhang Chenfei stopped being pretentious.

After leaving the silk and satin shop wearing the high-end watch given by Chen Xueru, Zhang Chenfei placed the watch in the space.

The watch is a good watch, but it is too high-profile. It is better to put it in the space without delaying the time reading.

Zhang Chenfei, who took the time to type "P", and Xu Fugui, who took the time to find the door ajar, met at the entrance of Qianmen Trust Store.

Neither of them asked what the other was doing, they looked at each other tacitly and nodded.

Back to the factory,
  After handing the camera to the section chief, Zhang Chenfei continued fishing with a cup of tea and a cigarette.

When he was about to get off work, he heard his boss tell him to come to work next Monday wearing his best clothes, and the factory would arrange to take a group of photos for him.

Zhang Chenfei rubbed his hands in excitement: "Hey, actually, I really don't care about fame and fortune. What is fame and fortune? Isn't it just a passing smoke? ?

But since the leader gave the order, I must be obligated! !
  In this way, after work today, I will get a haircut at my own expense, and I will take photos neatly all week long, hoping to be published in the newspaper and make all the big girls and young wives in the 49 cities look handsome.

It will definitely not embarrass our steel rolling mill! ! "

Song Xianfeng saw that he was taking advantage of him and was still acting like a good boy, so he couldn't help but cursed him as a brat.

Then he said: "Don't be crazy, kid, the factory means that all four manuscripts this time will be accompanied by photos and sent to the newspaper together.

It’s still unclear whether you will be selected by then! "

Zhang Chenfei disagreed: "With our conditions, how could we not be selected?
  By the way, Section Chief, I heard that some soda water factories in Guangdong Province have hired people from the literary and art circles to advertise, and they even have photos printed on the packaging. Our factory doesn’t want to do one? "

Even though it was only the early 1950s, the major manufacturers, which were still in the private sector, were doing all they could to boost sales.

Advertising in newspapers and on the radio, hiring spokesmen, and making pictures are not trying to make more concessions than those of later generations.

Song Xianfeng gave him a strange look: "You want your photos to be printed on steel pipes and steel plates, and then made into various machines and parts?"

Ah, this
  Zhang Chenfei thought about the situation and shook his head: "No need!"

After work, Zhang Chenfei gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and abandoned the roadside stall where he had been shaving his head in order to look good when taking photos.

Instead, he went to a high-end barber shop where wealthy people were willing to spend money, and had his head shaved for a high price of 35 cents.

At first glance, it looks very similar to Zhu Shimao's hairstyle in Wrangler.

After leaving the barber shop, Zhang Chenfei ate a bowl of braised lamb head meat on the street, and then went straight to Huguo Temple. Since the last time he heard the two agents talking about the treasure, he would come here to explore it whenever he had time.

After entering the temple, I took a stick of incense at the door and heard someone calling me in front of me.

“Da Fei, why are you here??”

Zhang Chenfei looked up: "Aunt Yi, are you here to burn incense? Didn't you always go to the Empress Temple in the past?"

Aunt Yi burns incense for no other reason than to seek a son. The Bodhisattva of Huguo Temple is not very skilled in this business either.

"Yeah, they say the wishing spirit of Huguo Temple, I'll come over and give it a try." Aunt Yi licked the broken hair around her ears, "Why did you remember to burn incense?"

Zhang Chenfei said perfunctorily: "Ah, I'm just here to look around."

After the two chatted for a few words, Aunt Yi withdrew.

Zhang Chenfei first wandered around the front hall a few times, then touched the back yard without anyone noticing, and didn't come out until the temple closed.

After going out, I found a secluded place, took out the topographic map of Huguo Temple that I drew, and put a cross on the place I explored today.

As soon as Zhang Chenfei came home with his new hair style, the courtyard exploded.

Aunts, aunts, old ladies, and young wives all gathered around and said that his hair was shaved so well that he looked like a movie star.

After hearing this, Shazhu, who had a crew cut, immediately thought about it and decided to keep his hair like this in the future.

Sunday noon,

Zhang Chenfei rode a bicycle from Propaganda Keshun and went straight to Dadi Western Restaurant on Chang'an Street.

Lao Mo, who will be famous in later generations, is still under construction, so in the past few years, people still mainly eat Western food.

Founded in the year of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, Dadi was the first Russian-style Western restaurant in Sijiu City.

This place has a high-end appearance and high consumption. Ordinary people, let alone eating, have to run all the way when passing by the door, for fear of being caught and asked for money if they walk slowly.

Zhang Chenfei found a place to watch the car, locked the car, gave the car watcher two cents, took a small bamboo piece and put it in his pocket, and then walked into the store.

As he walked, he sighed that Yang Baili's daily life was really luxurious, and he had to come to such a high-end place for a blind date and a formality.

As soon as Zhang Chenfei walked in, a waitress wearing a black tuxedo and bow tie came over. Those legs were so long that he couldn't help but gulp down his saliva.

I just drank a large bowl of cold water before coming here. Why is my mouth so dry again? ?
  "Comrade, do you have an appointment?" The girl's voice sounded like an oriole.

"Ah, I made an appointment with a friend, his surname is Yang," Zhang Chenfei said dryly.

After the waiter checked the information, he took him inside.

Dadi Western Restaurant is large in area, and the interior furnishings and decorations are all Russian style.

Pure white tablecloths, goose-yellow gauze curtains paired with thick burgundy curtains, coupled with chandeliers, candlesticks, and marble floors, all highlight the word luxury in this era.

But Zhang Chenfei had seen big scenes after all, so he didn't show any surprise at all this.

When he was sitting at the table, he said to Yang Baili half-truthfully: "You are a rich man, you came to such a high-end restaurant for a blind date, I will kill you hard today!!"

Yang Baili asked for help and seemed very polite: "As long as you refuse the cornbread for me, let alone one meal, you can kill ten!"

Wotou? Another steamed bun?
  Zhang Chenfei scratched his head and just wanted to recall why he was so familiar with this word.

Then I saw the long-legged waiter leading a familiar woman over.

It's her! ! ! !

Zhang Chenfei suddenly realized.

(End of this chapter)